Dark Fetishes Vol. 1 (DARK EROTICA)

“Every good girl deserves a treat. You've pleased me so well this past week that I wanted to give you something. Daddy can be sweet when he wants.” He winked and I blushed.

There was something absolutely magical between us then. I remember when my fantasy was merely wet dreams and hushed rub sessions hidden in the shower. Now it was a reality where my own Daddy was bathing me because I was being good. I didn't realize this could be so amazingly beautiful while also remaining intensely erotic. He slid the wash cloth over my skin again and I shivered, huddling down further into the water for warmth. Daddy took that as a signal that the bath was over and started draining the tub.

When the water was mostly gone, he lifted me and laid me out on the bed where he dried me and helped me dress for the evening. He picked out a pair of blue panties and a pink night dress that stopped at my thighs for “easy access later on,” as he described it. The comment made me blush. I was sure we wouldn't be able to do anything else tonight, but knowing he was nearby was a comfort. I couldn't reach out whenever I wanted to, but I'd still know he was there to watch me and think about me.

Suddenly hungry, I picked at the dinner that was left in the stove and sat on the couch to watch a movie. Daddy sat next to me, lifting my legs to be placed in his lap so he could rub and squeeze them. I felt like a princess being protected by her king. I wanted to mention it, but I was afraid to ruin the moment. I stared at him instead. Daddy noticed me looking at him and turned to look back, the motion making me nervous enough to turn away and focus on the TV again. He chuckled softly and patted my thigh as if to say it was okay. We didn't talk often, but I knew we had something.

After all, I'm his princess and he's my king.

Work was rather busy this morning as we had a number of events scheduled in different areas of the library. There was a puppet show, an author signing, a new book release, and a number of meetings. Several times a month, our conference room would be rented out to corporations for their meetings. I'd watch them walk by in black pinstripe suits with shiny briefcases and expensive tablets. It must be nice living such a lavish business life.

I sorted some paperwork at the checkout desk and handled a few customers before Brad came to relieve me for my break. After catching up a bit – things were still pretty awkward after the erotic book fiasco – I headed for the break room and sat with my lunch. Lillian walked in shortly after I started eating, grabbed a bag from the fridge, and then sat down next to me. She sank her teeth into her sandwich and chewed before greeting me.

“What's up, girl?” She asked, taking another bite.

“Not much. It's a busy day.” I responded.

“Yeah,” Lillian said, rolling her eyes. “Bunch of nerds here for that puppet show. I think I stopped liking puppets when I was five.”

I shrugged, chewing my food slowly so I didn't have to respond too often.

“I've noticed you've been pretty peppy today.” Lillian commented before biting her sandwich again. “What gives? You getting laid?”

I blushed and sank into my chair, wanting desperately to be able to hide my emotions so I wouldn't have to make any hefty lies to cover my new found sexual paradise. As I pushed my hair behind my ear, Lillian dramatically scooted closer and placed her sandwich on a napkin next to my food.

“Alright, spill! I know that look. You're totally hiding something.”

Lillian's eyes were burning with desire, likely desperate to hear any juicy details that she could gush about later to Brad or her new boyfriend. She perched right next to my face and stared until I sighed with resignation.

“Fine,” I groaned. “I'll tell you everything you want to hear.”

Lillian threw her arms in the arm and screamed, “Yay!”

I rolled my eyes, put my food down, and turned to face her.

“You have to swear to me you won't tell anyone.” I said, meeting her eyes with a glare.

“Okay, okay, okay. I'll keep my damn mouth shut. Spill, woman!”

“I've been seeing this guy--” Lillian squeaked with joy and clapped her hands together. She stopped when I glared again. “--and his name is none of your business. We met a week or so ago, but we're already having sex, which I know is sort of weird for me. It's just amazing! But I feel so inexperienced when he does all these tricks and positions. I'm such a novice. He's already put a collar on me and spanked me and...”

Lillian's jaw was laid out on the ground at this point. I could tell she was incredibly shocked as I recounted every gritty detail of my Daddy railing me in my own dorm room. I tried to keep the details mostly anonymous, but I mentioned his tattoos and how he's such a bad boy that she lifted an inquisitive eyebrow and smirked.

“Is he really bad?” She asked after I had finished my explanation.

I nodded, my eyes filled with my dreamy fantasies and desires.

“I can't help myself here, Lillian. I feel like an excited little girl stealing this married man away.” I frowned and stared at my food. “I don't want it to stop.”

“He sounds like the perfect man to take care of any little girl's problems.” Lillian smiled as she looked away, her mind seeming to go somewhere else. “I bet he's good at punishing.”

“Oh my god, is he ever!” I giggled and shook my head. “Please, don't tell anyone. I'm trying to be...well, I'm trying to appear innocent, you know?”

Lillian nodded emphatically.

“You're the good girl and I'm the bad girl who doesn't care. I get it.” She placed her hand on my shoulder as a comfort. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Chapter Two