Call Me Daddy

Squirmy. It’s so hot and squirmy… and amazing…

“It feels…” I suck in breath as he slides it in and out. “Ah… Ah, Daddy… that feels so nice…”

In and out, in and out, and it doesn’t hurt, not even a bit, not even uncomfortable like it did at first…

“That’s right, sweetheart, take it. Take it for Daddy.”

I move as he moves, the water splashing under me as I jerk against Daddy’s thick finger as he squirms it inside me, and then there’s his thumb, pressing against my pussy, right against my clit, and I can’t stand it, I can’t stop grunting.

“Daddy’s going to make you come. You’re such a good girl, Laine, such a good little girl.”

I feel on fire, my ass clenching and my pussy too, and my breath in rasps. “Daddy… Daddy, please… don’t stop… don’t stop, Daddy…”

I don’t recognise myself, and I can’t stop, can’t stop begging as he rubs me and pushes his finger in and out.

And then there’s more… I feel another finger, and I groan but don’t stop moving… and it hurts, a burn as he pushes that one in too.

“Daddy’s going to fuck your ass, Laine,” he grunts. I wonder if he means right now and I don’t care. He could put anything in there and I wouldn’t care. “Soon, sweetheart, soon Daddy’s going to give you his cock.”

“Please…” I hiss. “Oh God, Daddy, please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

I slam forward as he makes me come, slopping water over the side, and my hair is slimy with conditioner, pressed to my cheek as Daddy fucks me with his fingers and my ass burns and tightens. I’m a shuddery mess, my mouth open as he keeps circling my clit, and I want him in me. I want him in my pussy.

I want Daddy’s cock inside me.

“Yes…” I whisper. “Oh, Daddy, yes…”

I jerk, and wriggle and hiss. His fingers keep on fucking my ass. My clit tickles and pulses and I cry out, my legs trembling.

And then I’m done.

I breathe.

He pulls his fingers out with a squelch, and my ass feels open wide. I can feel where he’s been.

He gives my ass a slap. “Time to wash that conditioner out,” he says.

I roll over and tip my head back like a good girl.Chapter SixteenLaineHe towels me dry and helps me into my knickers and nightdress. My socks, too. He gets me a glass of warm milk and takes me through to the sitting room, pats his knee as he lowers himself into an armchair, and I join him, my ass pressing into his lap as his arms wrap me up and hold me tight.

His lips press to my shoulder. “You smell so clean, Laine. Sweet, like cherries.”

He breathes in my damp hair and I still can’t believe this is real. I can’t believe that someone really loves me like this.

He takes a brush from the side table and its bristles feel so nice against my scalp as he works it through my hair. He’s gentle, but firm, long smooth strokes to my shoulder blades, pulling loose any knots with short, sharp tugs. He’s done this before.

I’m surprised when he splits my hair into three, his fingers so quick at plaiting the length. I hear the twang of a hairband from his wrist and he ties the end.

“Wavy curls in the morning,” he tells me. “Like an angel.”

“Thanks, Daddy Nick.”

Daddy Nick.

Nick.

Using his name that way is my one pathetic safeguard of being… I dunno… being his lover, not just his little girl. I want to cling onto that, and I guess it’s fear. Fear of him seeing me as just a baby. That’s what I feel like, his baby girl.

And I love that.

I really love that.

But I want to be his lover, too.

His actual lover.

“You’re tense,” he comments. “What’s up, sweetheart?”

“Nothing,” I say.

He sighs. “No secrets, Laine.”

I shrug. “I guess I’m just scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of loving being your little girl so much that it becomes everything I am.” My own honesty surprises me.

“Would that be so bad?”

I shrug again. I picture the kind of women he works with. Important, smart women. Successful women. Grown up women.

“This is for keeps,” he whispers. “You and me.” His chin rests on my shoulder, his breath warm against my cheek. “Now that I’ve found you, Laine, I’m not ever letting you go.”

“And that’s what you want? A little girl… to take care of…”

“I want you,” he says.

I twist until I can face him, and his eyes are so warm and kind. “I feel like I could stay like this forever. Never grow up. But how could that work?”

He trails a finger down my cheek. “You’re thinking too much, sweetheart. Worrying unnecessarily.”

Butterflies again, so many butterflies. “I guess I’ve never had to worry about losing anything before. Never had anything worth keeping.”

“You won’t lose this, Laine. Finding you made life mean something again.”