Innocent Getaway (Innocence 2)

“Sit down and wait for me to come back.”

I flop down on the daybed, making my movements as dramatic as possible.

“Be a good girl while I’m gone, or you won’t get to suck on Daddy’s cock when you nap this afternoon.”

I eye his crotch. That had better not happen. I’d never get to sleep if I couldn’t have him in my mouth. The feeling of suckling him as I drift off to sleep soothes me. I huff as he walks off, and I know that I need to behave.

Hours go by and Daddy still isn’t back. Okay, maybe not hours. Maybe, like, five minutes, but I start to sweat, and I need to cool off. I get up and go to the edge of the cabana and peek out to see if I can spot Daddy. When I look around, I don’t see him. I decide I probably have just enough time to dip in really quickly, and run back to the cabana to dry off before he gets back with my drink. He’ll never even know I was gone. I’ll be quick like a ninja.

Tossing my sunglasses behind me on the bed as I head for the beach, I look down to make sure my nipples aren’t showing and my kitty is fully covered up. I get to the edge of the water. I’m so engrossed in the sparkling blue ocean that I walk smack into someone, causing us both to fall into the waves.

I get caught up in the current, but before I can get my footing, a set of hands grab my arms and help me stand up.

“Wow. If I knew there was a set of tits like that under the shit you had on at the club, I would have looked past it.”

The saltwater burns my eyes, and I have to blink a few times to recognize the mean boy from the dance club last night. I see he has his eyes glued to my chest. I look down, thanking God my boobs didn’t fall out of my tiny top. He squeezes my arms a little, trying to pull me closer to him, and I start to panic.

“Get your hands off me.” I try to tug myself away, but his grip only tightens. Fear starts to spike up my spine, and I don’t know what to do.

“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you don’t want attention when you’re wearing something like that. Why don’t we go for a quick walk and—”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish that thought before he’s being pushed into the sandy waves, and I’m being lifted into Daddy’s arms.

“Daddy!” I nearly sob into his neck, thankful he’s here. I look back over my shoulder to see the boy getting up and out of the water. I feel Daddy tense glare at him.

“Keep your hands off me, old man. Maybe you shouldn’t let your daughter dress like such a slut on the beach and then get mad when someone talks to her.”

I feel so much anger at his stupid words. He doesn’t know anything about us. Daddy starts to speak, but I interrupt, needing to say something.

“It’s not our job to educate you on our relationship or how the world works, but just for future reference, Daddy doesn’t always mean ‘father’, and nothing a woman wears gives you permission to be a little shit. Keep your hands to yourself and learn how to treat women with respect.”

Daddy pulls me tighter to him, and I know I’m probably in trouble, but he’s proud of what I said.

“And don’t you ever fucking touch what doesn’t belong to you. She’s mine, and you’re lucky enough to enjoy the view.”

With those words, Daddy turns us around and walks me back to the cabana, pulling the curtains down when we get to the bed. I see my drink on the side table and eye it longingly.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Oh, you’re about to be. I specifically told you not to go out of the cabana while I was gone, didn’t I, Haley?”

I give him my best chagrined look. “But you love it when I disobey you.”

“Did you want to let someone else see what’s mine?” He crawls onto the bed with me now that we have privacy.

“No, I just wanted to cool off. I got a little hot. I thought that I’d go for a quick dip before you got back.”

“So you intentionally disobeyed me?”

“You were gone so long.” I try to look innocent, but he’s not buying it. He gets closer and pushes my legs apart, pulling the strings on either side of my bathing suit bottoms, exposing my kitty.

“You need a punishment, Haley.” He unties his board shorts and pulls out his hard cock, getting between my legs. “This is going to be quick and just for me. I want you to think about what you did wrong, and why I asked you to stay here. And you’re going to ache for an orgasm you’re not going to get.”

He pushes the head of his cock between my slick folds, and it feels so good. I raise my hips, wanting to please him, silently begging him to change his mind.

Daddy thrusts inside me fully, then quickly starts to pump in and out. I start to moan, but he leans down and puts his hand over my mouth. Putting his mouth to my ear, he whispers as he fucks me fast. “You don’t make a sound. I don’t want anyone to know what a dirty girl you are. They already saw how horny your kitty thanks to that tiny scrap of a bikini you were wearing on the beach. If someone walks by right now, all they’ll hear are the sticky syrup sounds of your kitty sucking in Daddy’s cock. Your moans are mine.”

His words turn me on, and I release more kitty juice. Oh God, there’s no way I can be this close to him and for him not to give me release.

Reaching down between us, he strums my button and I feel my eyes roll back in my head. He still has his hand on my mouth, and he bends over, biting my nipple that’s popped out of my bikini top.