Call Me Daddy

I don’t know if it should feel this good, but it does… it feels really good.

“Dirty little girls like Daddy’s cock in their ass, Laine.”

He says it so bluntly, his voice so deep and strong. It makes my toes tingle, to think of him… in there…

“Good little girls are lucky because they get it nice and gentle.”

The question rolls off my tongue. “And bad little girls..?”

I can hear the smile in his voice. “Be good and you won’t have to find out.”

His thumb, back and forth, pressing into my ass, and I like it. I like being a dirty girl.

I open my eyes, and his are fixed between my legs, right where he’s touching. He looks so different like this, so dark and sexy and fierce, so different from the Daddy Nick that makes my lunchbox and strokes my hair at night.

“Wait right here,” he says, like that’s necessary.

He picks up the bowl and heads out of view, and I bounce my knees against my chest while I wait. I hear water running, and footsteps, my neck craning for sight of him. Steam rises from the bowl when he comes back into view, and there are those tingles in my toes again, those wings beating in my belly.

I peer down between my thighs as he lathers soap into his hands. They feel so warm as they touch against my pussy, so gentle as he rubs suds all over me. He meets my eyes as he takes the razor.

“Relax, sweetheart. I’ll be careful.”

I nod. “I know you will, Daddy.”

It feels so strange, the sensation of the blade against my skin. Long strokes, then short ones, his fingers spreading me open to run the razor between my lips. I trust him so much that it’s easy to relax. I stare in fascination, not fear. Watching him, watching the way he’s so careful and precise, watching the smile on his face as he shaves me bald and makes me so tender.

I flinch as the razor dips between my ass cheeks, and then I giggle for being so silly.

“Nice and smooth,” he says, and runs the blade everywhere. Everywhere.

He wipes me down with a warm cloth and it feels like tingly heaven. Like my skin’s never been touched before. I want to feel it for myself, but I don’t move, just hold my knees tight like he asked me to.

“Beautiful,” he says. “You’re absolutely beautiful, little Laine.”

He dips his head and blows warm breath on me, and it makes me shudder and squirm.

“Tingles…” I whisper. “It all tingles…”

He lets out a groan as he presses his lips to my pussy, and it’s so raw that it makes my head spin. His tongue swirls and laps at me, his fingers spreading me open until he’s flicking my clit with fast little strokes and I’m gripping my knees so tight my fingers hurt.

“Yes, Daddy… please…”

His mouth is hot as he clamps it onto me, and he sucks hard. I make stupid hissing noises as he pinches my clit between his teeth, and my muscles are clenched tight, my hips bucking, desperate for more.

It’s easy to come today. My body just does it, my breath fast and short, my legs trembling as I go up and over the edge. He makes it so easy.

I jump as his tongue touches my asshole, squirming away before he realises he’s made a mistake and squicks out, but he grabs my thighs and holds me tight, and his tongue is right back there, tasting me, in my dirtiest place, where it feels so icky… dirty…

“Daddy…” I whisper, as though I need to tell him, but he just grunts and pushes the point of his tongue right there, right inside.

His voice is muffled and gruff. “Relax,” he says. “Let Daddy taste you.”

And he can’t mean… but he does… he does mean it. His fingers spread my ass and his tongue pushes and pokes its way inside, and it feels like an electric eel, all sparky and tickly and jolty.

And I can’t get enough.

I can’t get enough of how it feels.

He knows it, too. I hear a low laugh. “Daddy knows how to make you feel good, sweetheart.”

He pushes in deeper and I can’t stop myself moaning.

I gasp as he pulls away. He licks his lips as I stare at him, and I wonder what I taste like.

But I don’t think I want to know.

I drop my knees and let my legs hang over the edge of the table. I’m propped up on my elbows as Daddy Nick unbuckles his belt.

“Do you want to make Daddy feel good?”

I smile so brightly, because it’s real and true. There’s nothing I want more than to make Daddy feel good.

He beckons me off the table, and his hand lands on my head, pushes me down to my knees, and I know what’s coming. I just hope I remember what Kelly Anne told me.