Daddy's Searching

“Daddy?” she whispered, without realizing what she’d called him.

“Your Daddy’s right here. I’ve got you,” he reassured her in a low tone as that finger pushed just inside her entrance. The soap slightly burned that ring of muscles, reinforcing his mastery over her.

Her needy moan echoed against the hard surfaces of the shower. Belinda only realized that it had come from her throat when she heard the sound. Her wordless protest followed that sound as he removed his finger to turn her around to rinse the lather from her skin.

Looking at him, Belinda watched him clean his hands with a quick whisper that he needed to take care of her. She didn’t understand what he meant until he lowered himself to kneel before her.

“Brace yourself on my shoulders, Little girl, and widen your legs.” Those instructions registered somewhere in her pleasure-fogged mind.

When her fingers gripped the corded muscles of his body, Pedro told her, “Baby girl. Daddy wants to see you come on my fingers. Will you do that for me?”

Nodding instantly, Belinda felt his fingers stroke her pussy. This time, he pressed a finger deep into her as his thumb stroked over her clit. She knew he watched her body’s reaction to his touch. His tongue tasted the top of her cleft, making her jump.

His whispered, “Shhh!” against her sent vibrations through her before he moved one hand to cup her bottom and draw her forward to his lips and caressing touch. Pedro circled her clit with his lips and sucked gently before pulling it strongly into his mouth.

With a scream of completion, Belinda exploded, feeling waves of pleasure rock her body as he held her steady against him. When she calmed, Pedro rose to his feet and held her close.

“That was pretty, Little girl. I’ll need to see that a million more times. Stay here in the warm water,” he directed, stepping away from her. He pumped a bit of soap onto his hands and spread the flowery scent over himself.

Belinda leaned against the glass enclosure, watching his hands move over his body. It was so hot. She’d seen naked men before but not wet, right in front of her, and touching themselves. She took a step toward him and froze when Pedro shook his head. Holding her gaze, he wrapped his soapy hand around his erection and pulled hard from root to tip.

“Little girls have to earn permission to touch their Daddies.”

She stared at him. “Permission?”

“Yes, Little girl. You need to have my permission to touch yourself as well. I will take your vibrator from your drawer this evening when I leave.”

“How did you know…” she began and then bit her lip. He knows all my secrets.

Pedro lifted his head in a purely masculine nod as if he could read her thoughts. His hand moved faster on his thick cock. Focused completely on the rough movements, Belinda was fascinated as he pushed himself toward a climax. Wishing she could be the one touching him, she tried to memorize what he enjoyed. She knew someday she’d be allowed to caress him.

“Touch yourself,” he growled at her.

Belinda looked at him in confusion. Did he mean…? The fire in his eyes left no question in her mind. Amazed that she wasn’t embarrassed, Belinda widened her legs and ran her fingertips through the slick juices that had escaped the water streaming against her back. She was so turned on. The world could have ended around them and Belinda wouldn’t have noticed. There was only her Daddy and her.

“Ah!” she cried into the small space as her body contracted into the strongest orgasm she’d ever felt.

His shout rang out, blending with hers as she watched him explode. She took a step forward and froze. Belinda remembered she didn’t have permission to touch her Daddy.

“Good girl,” he praised her as his hand gentled on his shaft. In a few seconds, he walked forward into the stream of water to cup her face. His lips seized hers in a fierce kiss that she felt throughout her body. “I had begun to despair that I would never find you, Little girl. My search for you was worth every moment of loneliness.”

The tender kiss that followed seemed to reach every cell in her body. Belinda wrapped one arm around his neck and clung to the man that had turned her world upside down. Pressing her hand to his chest, she felt his heartbeat under her palm.

“Thank you!” She mentally sent the message out into the world. She owed whoever or whatever had brought the two of them together. Thank goodness, she hadn’t gotten his job.

Belinda let him rinse the lingering juices from her inner thighs and pussy. His touch sent vibrations through her body. She’d never responded to anyone like she did to Pedro.

Once they stepped out of the shower—picking a clear spot in the midst of all the scattered clothing—Pedro dried her carefully as if he understood her skin felt electrified by the shattering passion they had shared. After wrapping a towel around his waist, he brushed out her damp hair, brushed her teeth, and smoothed her favorite face cream into her skin.

“Do you have any medicine to take before bed?” he asked as he cared for her.

“No.” Belinda yawned and glanced at the clock in amazement. “I can’t go to bed now.”

“Little girls need more sleep than others do. Do we need to dry your hair?”

“No, I always sleep on it wet,” she answered with another yawn.

“Then let me tuck you into bed before you fall asleep on your feet.”