Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

"If you have strong objections to something, it will be discussed. For day to day things though, you will listen to Daddy. You will wear the things Daddy tells you to wear, you will go to bed when I tell you too. You will be my little girl. Do you understand, Kitty?"

He wanted complete control of me. It wasn't something so simple.

"In return for your obedience, I will treat you like the princess you are. What you have experienced so far today is only the tip of the iceberg in what your obedience to Daddy will bring. I want nothing more than your absolute happiness – as well as your absolute obedience."

So much was going on in my brain at that moment. What he was proposing, what it meant, and everything else that was going with it. How we wanted to control me... how he wanted to make me happy.

I wasn't sure of what to make of it. The fact was I didn't know what I wanted to make of my life either. I was an eighteen-year-old with an uncertain future. I didn't know what I wanted, I didn't know where I was going. He was offering me something very clear, and in a haze of uncertainty, that sounded like paradise.

"Yes," I said.

"Yes, what?" He grinned.

"Yes...Daddy."

"Good girl. Why don't you get ready for bed then?"

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow.

He broke away from me, and walked over to a box left on a nearby sofa. The entire room really was full of the best things money could buy, the carpet super soft even through the heels he had ordered me to wear. He opened the box, and produced a nighty. It was even shorter cut than the dress he had given me, and looked so opaque I could see him through it. "This will look beautiful on my little girl."

"It does look very comfortable."

"How about you put it on for me?"

"Okay," I said.

"You need to take off the clothes you're wearing right now, first."

I swallowed. Of course it did. I slipped off the heels, confirming that yes, the carpet was very much super soft. Why was I suddenly bashful? I knew that this all involved something more than what he was saying. I knew it involved another first time I hadn't yet given up.

Reaching for the bottom of the dress, I started to hike it up over my head, revealing my underwear below.

I glanced over at Ty, and a frowned formed on his face. Oh god, what if he didn't like my body? "What - What's the matter?"

"Daddy is going to have to buy you some new panties and bras. What you have now is unacceptable for my little girl. Take those filthy things off right now."

I frowned, and reached around and unhooked my bra, and let it fall by the wayside. Ty was right there, picked it up, and tossed it into a nearby wastebasket.

"Come on, let Daddy see his little girl."

I didn't notice that I had instinctively rushed to cover myself. With great willpower, I pulled my hands away from my breasts, and put them at my side.

"There we go," Ty said. "Beautiful. Nothing that should be covered up, especially by any garbage fabrics like that. You deserve only the best, my little girl. Get that other thing off your body. Now."

Blushing, I started to slide my panties down my legs. They were a heap on the floor, and again, he snatched them up and threw them up in the garbage.

He stepped back. "Absolutely beautiful, just as I suspected. You're the right one for me; the right one to be my little girl, Kitty."

I smiled, and let him devour my body with his eyes.

"As foolish as it is to cover up such a wonderful body, let me see you in this, my little girl."

He handed me the nighty. I let it slip on over my body. It was as silky as it looked, it tickling my nipples as glided over my body. So soft, so nice – I could definitely get used to this.

I showed it off to him. It was just long enough to not obviously show off what was between my legs, but not much longer than that at all.

It didn't take long for him to grab my ass and pull me close, and following it up with another one of those delightfully deep kisses. I was lost in him. He was overwhelming, so much of a man, so much of everything. Even if it wasn't going so far past the aspect of making out as it was at this point, it was hitting all the right buttons inside me, giving me what I was yearning for, asking for, wanting so much of.