His Rules (Love, Daddy 3)

There is no fear or malice in her words. I even note a hint of joy dancing on each of them. Somehow, I knew she would understand.

“Call it what you like. Tell me truthfully that, in your heart, it doesn’t please you, knowing I care so much. Are you scared or happy to know that? Don’t tell me what you think you ought to say. Tell me what you really feel. Because that’s one of the rules, isn’t it?”

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, wiggles a bit on the sofa, and I take her hands in mine. The discomfort of my erection pushing upward distracts me for a moment. I swear I can smell her building lust from here, and it’s turning me into an animal. I’m tortured by visions of my fist in her hair, tearing her skirt from her body, fucking into her with her sweet candy panties torn off to the side.

“This is…” Her voice trails off, and the room goes silent. The only sound is the thumping of my heartbeat in my ears. When her eyes come back up to mine, I see the glimmer of tears, and for a split second, I think I’ve ruined everything. I’ll never forgive myself. If I’ve hurt her, if I’ve made her hate me… I’ll spend the rest of my life in exile. I’ll never be able to get over the shame. But, no. These tears are different, unlike the ones I saw after she fell out of the car. These are tears of joy. I see it, and I can barely contain myself. “No one’s ever cared that much about me. I mean, my parents, but since they died…nobody. I should be totally freaked out, right? Everything I know about the world is saying this is crazy…” She shakes her head. “But I’m not. I feel…”

She tips her head back to gaze at the ceiling, and I let go of one of her hands, bringing my fingers to her chin. Pulling her wide eyes back to me.

“You feel what, Babygirl? Tell Daddy what you feel.”

Daddy.

That word hangs between us, heavy and in silent motion like a pendulum, counting out the seconds in which she studies me, and I wonder if I’ve pushed her too far. I watch the intensity in her eyes multiply, the flush rise up her neck in a pink cloud.

I hold my breath. Will she shut down at the word? At my name? The one name I need so badly for her to use.

Her lips come out in a quick pout before she answers.

/> “I feel safe. Daddy…”

Finally, I release my breath. Hearing her try that name on her lips makes my head light. I need her. I need her right now. Before I can stop myself, I’m leaning forward, taking her mouth with mine, drawing a kiss from her because I have to have it; I have to have her.

I reach around and draw the envelope from my back pocket. I want this now. It’s time. As much as I want to lay her down and spread her pussy lips with my mouth, I want to start out right.

Our life.

Daddy’s rules.

“Okay, princess. Let’s read your rules. You understand what this means?”

I sit down next to her, then pull her snugly into my lap, handing her the envelope.

“I’m not sure. Maybe I do, but I—”

She’s stammering, so I help her out.

“I want you, princess. And not just in my bed. In my life. And this—” I tap the envelope with my index finger “—this is part of who we are. We are special, Lex. We’re not going to be dating, or boyfriend and girlfriend. What we have is bigger than that. And it started the first time I saw you. You know that, don’t you? We’ve been building this since then. And this just makes it official. So open it, and I want you to read Daddy’s rules out loud.”

She accepts the envelope, and her index finger pushes under where the flap is sealed.

The paper separating tears into the silence. My heart is the only other thing I hear as she slips the folded page from the envelope and opens it.

Her eyes dance across the words before she looks at me, and I nod in encouragement.

Her voice falters at first. Then she takes a breath, clears her throat softly, and begins to read. I hug her closer into my lap as each word binds us together.

THE RULES:

1. Always tell Daddy what you are feeling. Never be scared to tell him anything and everything.

2.Daddy’s decisions are final, but remember he always wants the best for you.

3.When Daddy tells you to take off your panties, you do it.

4.Always ask for permission to touch your princess parts.

5.When Daddy gives you permission to touch yourself, only think of Daddy when you do.