CHAPTER NINE
Lyric
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so free in my life.
That’s a strange thing to occur to me when my ankles are next to my ears. I’m bent in half beneath him with my legs straight up against my shoulders as Daddy thrusts into me hard, his face inches above my face and his eyes boring into mine as though they delved deep into my mind to seek out my soul.
God, I’m so fucking poetic right now.
I usually interpret classic songs and traditional songs. The way my mind works when I’m with Phillip, I’m almost willing to try to be a songwriter!
The feel of his body on mine and the movement of his cock inside of my pussy is overwhelming on a physical level, an intellectual level and an emotional level. It feels to me that I’m just now experiencing what it means to make love, to have physical lovemaking in my life and not just sex. That seems a strange realization for me given this is the most intense sex of my life. The complete helplessness of having my legs pinned against me like this ensures the intensity.
I should be scared.
I’m helpless, literally.
But I’m not scared. It’s Phillip above me and I’m not scared because letting Daddy control things isn’t the same as things being out of my control because everything we do we do by agreement and that means—
“Jesus! Oh, God! Daddy!” I scream as my orgasm hits and hits like a truck at full speed. The power of the orgasm is amplified by the position and the helplessness I feel. I don’t know exactly why or how but as I seize up beneath him, it almost feels like the orgasm occurs in every part of my body and not just in my pussy. The whole effect is overpowering and after that first outcry, I can’t say a damned thing at all. I can only stare at his face, my face contorted in orgasm and probably looking like some kind of caricature.
It doesn’t matter. He looks at me and sees the deepest part of me, the Lyric I am and the Lyric I want to be and he loves what he sees, and he makes me love what he sees, too. I have never felt freer and yet I have agreed to submit myself to this man’s direction and care. I don’t understand it fully but I know that by submitting to him, I’ve freed myself. It’s contradictory and makes no sense at all. But it also makes no sense that I can be helpless beneath him and experience pleasure unlike any I ever have and experience love unimaginable.
He’s my Daddy.
He’s my Daddy and I’m his little girl, and that’s all that matters.
My voice returns to me. “Oh, Daddy!” I cry. “Oh, Daddy!” That’s all I cry. I say those words over and over as though no other words exist. That’s okay, though, because those words carry volumes of meaning for me.
My Daddy.
Phillip is my Daddy and I don’t have to give up being Lyric in order to be his little girl. In fact, he’s going to help me be Lyric far more than I’ve ever managed before. He’s my Daddy and he loves me. He’s my Daddy and nobody will ever care for me the way he cares for me. He’s my Daddy and he wants me to be happy, to be fulfilled, and to never lose sight of myself. He’s my daddy and I’ll never hide my feelings from him again because when I hide my feelings Daddy can’t help me work through them, which hurts him and hurts me.
I cry out again as more pleasure rushes over me. “Daddy! Daddy!”
It’s the most beautiful word there is.