Daddy's Fiery Little (Wounded Daddies 5)

It occurs to me that he’s in complete control but absolutely unwilling to force me to do anything I don’t want to do. As I suck and move my hand and, remarkably, swallow everything, I find myself utterly shocked by this man, this powerful man who exercises that power so carefully.

I finally slow and then stop moving altogether but just hold onto his cock and suck softly, still moaning but not urgently anymore. His hand comes back to my head and he strokes my hair softly and whispers, “You’re incredible, little girl.”

I pull my mouth off and say, “I’m sorry I was bratty, Daddy. I mean, Micah. Uh…” I feel suddenly foolish and nervous. I look up at him and say, “What I mean is, can I be your little girl? I don’t know how to do it yet, but can I try?”

He smiles at me and reaches down, lifting me up into his arms.

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” he says in that perfect, sexy growl of his. He starts carrying me and then stops and says, “Where the hell is your bedroom, little girl?”

I giggle and say, “Second door on the right but if you want to take me to the closet, that’s okay, too, Daddy.”

He lets go of me for a second and I fall six inches before he catches me again. I yelp and he says, “Probably the bedroom.”

I realize his little stunt doesn’t make me angry, and that’s a small miracle. He carries me to the bedroom, and there I experience a much, much bigger miracle. After, as I try to catch my breath, laying with my head on his shoulder, I think about this new thing. God, it thrills me. I can’t imagine being willing to listen to any man at all, much less the way a little girl should listen to her Daddy.

But God, if there’s any man on Earth who could win in a contest of wills with me, it has to be Micah.