Daddy's Eager Little Princess (Wounded Daddies 10)

CHAPTER FIVE

Annamarie

I am beginning to think he just wants my body. Baise-la le soir et oublie-la le matin. In France many men make that their motto. Fuck her in the evening and forget her in the morning. I am beginning to think that is what Dennis wants from me. Of course, he makes love to me in the daytime, not the evening, so I suppose it is more like baise-la le matin et oublie-la le soir.

I enjoy sex with him.

The last two months have been the most pleasurable months I can recall.

But I want more than sex. I want a Daddy and I want to be a little girl, not just a few convenient holes. The whole reason I love the idea of the Daddy and little girl thing is because it makes a woman more than just holes for a man’s enjoyment. Sure, I know there are men who will think of a woman as more than a tool for sexual gratification whether or not they are involved in this lifestyle, but I want the structure of a DDlg relationship.

I want it more than I have ever wanted anything!

Having these thoughts while I am bent over the big recliner in Dennis’s room while he plows into me from behind with furious power is pretty damned strange. I am certainly enjoying the thrusts. He holds tightly to my hips and moves assuredly and powerfully, and I can feel my orgasm building. That is my big problem. Sex with Dennis is so damned good I treat all the other concerns as secondary.

It is hard to be upset that he wants me for nothing more than sex when I want to give him sex and I want sex from him!

“Oh God!” I cry as the orgasm hits. “Daddy!” I scream and I feel suddenly terrified. It is the first time I have called him that, the first time I have used the word and he is not my Daddy. I think I am very much out of line. I am cumming so hard, though, that my breath disappears and I cannot apologize.

Something strange happens.

Instead of stopping, his hands tighten on my hips, and he thrusts with even more vehemence. “Say it again,” he growls.

Of course, my breath is still caught in my throat. Plus, I am shocked enough I probably could not respond anyway. He lands a hard spank on my ass and growls, “Say it again, little girl!”

“Oh God!” I scream as pain mingles with the orgasm, somehow making the pleasure better. “Daddy! Yes! Yes, Daddy!”

He fucks me just as hard as before but there is tenderness in his voice as he says, “Good girl.”

Good girl.

I never thought those words would be so beautiful to my ears. My orgasm seems to explode again, and he moves even faster now. “Daddy!” I scream again as another orgasm crashes over the first or perhaps as the same orgasm gains more intensity. I do not know which, but now that Daddy is appropriate, it just flows from my mouth over and over, and it seems to make the orgasm hit harder every time I say the word.

He says, “Good girl,” again.

Oh God! My orgasm seems to explode with even more force. “Papik!” I scream. “Daddy! Je suis ta petite amie, je t'appartiens!”

His hand lands on my ass, a breathtakingly brutal spank that makes me yelp. Pain shoots over me, and it just makes my orgasm rage even harder. “English, little girl. Tell me what you said in English.”

“Oh God, Daddy! Oh God!”

He lands a spank on the other cheek. “Tell me!”

“Pour l'amour de Dieu!” I cry. His hand comes down again. Pain and pleasure mix in a way I cannot even comprehend. I shriek and scream, “For the love of God! That is what I said. For the love of God!”

He thrusts harder and the orgasm is blistering. “Before that?”

“God, Daddy,” I say, “I called you Daddy but in Russian. Then I said I am your little girl. I said I am yours!”

“Good girl,” he says. He says the words so damned sternly and that seems to make things better for me, too. I do not understand at all how it can be so overpowering but there is no way for me to ignore all the sensations running through me.

There is simply strain, the completely overwhelming strain of the physicality of the situation with him thrusting so powerfully into my comparatively tiny body.

There is a hell of a lot of pain on my ass cheeks.

And there is pleasure.

Mon Dieu, there is pleasure!