Call Me Daddy

“Dirty,” I tell her. “The word is dirty.”

“Dirty…” she repeats. “It felt dirty… but nice… I couldn’t stop.”

“You don’t have to stop. We can play that game forever, Laine. You can be my dirty little girl forever.”

“Forever…” Dainty fingers reach out and stroke my hand on the gearstick.

“Daddy’s going to make you his, Laine. Daddy’s going to fuck you, and love you, and punish you when you’re bad. Daddy will take care of you, sweetheart. I’ll make it feel so nice when you’re good, and make it hurt so bad when you’re not. That’s what you need, Laine. Love and discipline. That’s what all little girls need from their daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy…” Her breaths are like gasps. “Please… that’s what I want… that’s what I always wanted… I want this… I want it so bad…”

My cock is straining and my heartbeat is thumping in my temples. Everything is twitching, pounding, on the verge of exploding, all because of this divine little creature I picked up in the rain.

I should stop.

We should stop. Stop this perverted little game we’re playing.

But stopping is the last thing I want.LaineHe doesn’t do any of the usual stuff, like head through to the kitchen. He doesn’t head upstairs and take his jacket off and hang it up, or take my lunchbox and put it in the dishwasher. He doesn’t make himself a coffee or get me a juice, or ask me about my day.

When Daddy Nick closes the front door today, he takes my hair in his hand and pulls tight until I gasp, and then he kisses me, and his tongue is so rough and so fast, his thigh between mine as he pins me to the wall in the hallway.

I wonder if this is it. If he’ll really take me now.

If he’ll take me here, with my jeans around my ankles and his tongue in my mouth. I want that. I want it any way he wants to give it to me.

His fingers tug at my cami top and squeeze my tits through my bra, and he’s so hard against my belly, so hard and so big.

Suddenly Kelly Anne’s silly techniques don’t seem so silly.

I want to try them. Every single one of them.

I open my mouth wide for Daddy, let him push his tongue so deep, squirming against his leg as his fingers tug and pinch at my nipples. I like it. I like it so much when he’s rough like this.

I wonder what it would feel like to be a bad girl and have him punish me, and I like that, too.

I groan as he pulls away, and his breath is hot in my face. Hot and fast.

“Upstairs,” he orders. “Take your clothes off in the kitchen and wait for me at the table.”

I nod and my tummy lurches as I leave him. He watches me all the way upstairs as the butterflies flutter. My heart thumps as I take off my cardigan on the way, and my cami, too. I fold them and place them on the chair, then unclip my bra with shaky fingers. I slip down my jeans and step out of them, my knickers, too, and put them on the pile until I’m only in my socks.

I’m tugging them off when he comes into view, and he stares at me. Swallows as I pull them free and put them on the chair with my knickers.

He’s carrying a towel, and a bowl.

And a razor.

He’s carrying a razor.

I feel so exposed as he comes near. His suit is so fine and his hair is so slick, and mine’s a wispy mess. I brush it from my face as he watches. His eyes glint as he pats the table, and I hitch up and onto it, the wood so hard against my ass.

“Lie back, legs up,” he tells me, and I do as he says, grabbing hold of my knees and holding them tight to my chest like I did last night.

He rolls me backwards, and slips a towel under my ass, and it feels so icky… dirty… like I’m a baby on a changing mat, and he’s about to wipe my dirty bottom…

I wonder if he can see my… see it…

I wonder if he wants to…

He runs his fingers down my thighs, all the way to my pussy, and further. And I know then that he can. He can see everything.

He pulls my ass cheeks apart and it makes me screw my eyes closed, knowing he’s looking at me there… knowing he can see the most private parts of me…

“Relax,” he says. “No secrets from Daddy, remember? I want to see everything, know everything. Every beautiful dirty little part of you.”

I feel heady. Nervous. My throat is dry and my feet are twitchy as he runs his thumb across my asshole. My actual asshole. And it tickles, but it’s a nice tickle.