Innocent Getaway (Innocence 2)

I know what he wants. He wants me to cum quickly. This isn’t teasing and soft touches. This is Daddy on a mission for me to cum all over his face. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and my back arches off the bed. Reaching down, I grip his hair with my hands, but Daddy gives my thigh a smack, letting me know I’m not in control right now. My kitty is his right now, and I have no say in what happens to it.

He sucks harder, his tongue teasing my clit, sending me over the edge. The orgasm comes fast and hits me hard, and I’m not prepared. I feel my body drain and the full exhaustion wrought by the day hits me. Suddenly, I’m wiped out from the pleasure.

My eyes close and I feel Daddy move up my body and pull me into his arms. “Sleep, baby girl, you need a nap after this long day. You’re getting grumpy, and I don’t want to have to spank you on our first day here. Besides, Daddy has so many plans for his little tonight.”

6

HALEY

Later that night…

Daddy’s hand locks around my thigh, stopping me from fidgeting. When my foot stops tapping, he slowly eases his grip, and his fingers start to pet me.

“You don’t like this place, sweetheart?” His voice is gentle, and draws my eyes back to him.

“I don’t know anything that’s on this menu, I just want some chicken strips or a cheeseburger, Daddy,” I pout, looking back down at the menu. “Escargot, calamari, fish that isn’t fried and a side of tartar sauce…” I scrunch my face up to show my dislike.

“We can try one of the other restaurants tomorrow night if you like.” He cups my chin in his hand, pulling me to look at him, his thumb softly running along my jaw.

“Will you just order for me, Daddy?”

“Of course I will,” he says, going back to looking at the menu.

When the waiter arrives at the table, he tells us the specials, which sound just as bad as everything else on the menu. I hold back the urge to make a gagging noise because I know it would upset Daddy, and I already tested him today about the sunscreen.

“What can I get you to drink?” the waiter asks.

“Strawberry daiquiri.” I saw a bunch of people walking around with them outside earlier and I really want one.

“Virgin,” Daddy adds, not looking up from the menu.

“We don’t have those in here,” the waiter says in a tone that suggests I asked him for a freaking dinosaur egg instead of a simple drink.

“Daddy?” I ask, looking over at him. I know there are strawberry daiquiris around here on this resort. I know my Daddy will get me one.

“I believe I’ve seen people with them all day,” Daddy says to the waiter, and I give him a smirk because I know Daddy’s going to give it to him. One way or another I’ll be getting one.

“I’m sure I can get one in the bar next door, sir.” The waiter shoots me a glare. Sure, like I’m the problem.

Leaning back in my chair, I fold my arms over my chest, shooting him my best ‘suck it’ face. He gives me a once over, like my outfit is the worst thing he’s ever seen.

“Manners, Haley,” Daddy warns, making me gasp.

“He started it!”

He shoots me his ‘drop it’ look, but I’ve had enough. Whatever. I can’t contain my eye roll.

“I have to go potty.” I get up from my chair and stomp through the restaurant. A few people turn to look at me, and it’s then I notice how much I do not fit in here. That was probably why the waiter was giving me the once over. I think this is the nicest restaurant on the resort. The men are all dressed in immaculate suits, and women the women are all in sexy tight dresses. Daddy fits in perfectly, but I stand out like a sore thumb. Why would he bring me here?

When I reach the bathroom, I can’t stop myself from looking in the mirror. I’m wearing a pink sundress that’s tight on my chest but flares out at the waist. It has lace ruffles over my boobs, and the straps are pink ribbons that I tie at the top to keep the dress in place. I even have a matching ribbon that I wear in a bow at my crown. My brown curls hang loose around my shoulders and down my back. I love my hair like this, and this dress is one of my favorites, but now it seems like maybe it wasn’t the best choice.

A woman exits one of the stalls, washes her hands and fixes her make up. I can’t help but compare myself to her. She’s stunning, and everything about her is classy, sleek, and sexy.

I’m curvy, short, and cute.

She is wearing heels that would literally kill me. I remember trying on a pair once, and Daddy just shook his head and led me over to the store’s selection of ballet flats, a pair of which I’m wearing right now. And the only makeup I own is my Dr. Pepper chapstick.

I exit the bathroom in time to see our waiter walk by with my drink, and I snatch it off his tray. He just stands and stares at me for a second, so I make a big to-do of taking a long, slow sip, making him huff at me.

“Don’t you think you’re a little old to be acting like such a brat?” he asks, making my spine go rigid. I love being a brat. It’s what I do best. And I know Daddy loves when I do it too, but suddenly I feel really out of place. Again, I find myself questioning why Daddy brought me here.

My eyes drop to my feet, and I kind of just want the ground to swallow me whole. Thankfully, the waiter walks off, not waiting for a response, and clearly seeing I wasn’t going to give one. I should’ve at least called him a ‘stupid-head’ or something. Maybe even a nice kick to the shin would have felt good.