Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 5971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 30(@200wpm)___ 24(@250wpm)___ 20(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 30(@200wpm)___ 24(@250wpm)___ 20(@300wpm)
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Chapter 1
HANNAH
“Are you ready for school yet, Hannah?” Daddy calls out for me as he comes into my room.
“Almost.” I’m leaning against the counter in my bathroom and putting on mascara.
“You look really pretty today.” He comes in and props his shoulder against the door jamb while he watches me.
He looks down at my body, and I stand up straight so he can see all of me. He loves to watch while I get dressed, and he usually gives me a little extra in my allowance if I wait for him. Today, I’m in a pair of baby blue panties and a matching bra.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I smile at him in the mirror and then put on my lip gloss.
I love when he watches me get ready. Or really anytime he watches me. My daddy is a busy and important man, but he always takes time to make me feel special. Especially when he looks at my body or hugs me extra close. Sometimes at night he’ll climb in my bed and hold me while I sleep, and those late-night cuddles make me feel like I’m the only girl in his world.
“Are you going to wear the present I gave you?”
Turning around, I hold out the little gold locket and bat my lashes at him. “I was hoping you could help me. I can’t seem to do it on my own.”
He stares down at my full breasts pushed together and nods. “Yeah, I’ll get it for you, sweetheart.”
I lift my long hair up high and take a step back so that I’m pressed up against him. I’m so close my bottom rubs against his hard cock. He’s always hard in the mornings when he watches me, but I don’t mind. I know it’s because he loves me and thinks I’m beautiful.
His big, rough hands move around my neck, and I feel his fingers slip to my cleavage for just a second before he brings the locket around. Once he’s clasped it in the back, I rub my bottom against him one time before I turn around to face him.
“Is it straight, Daddy?” I smile brightly as I wait for him to fix it, and he doesn’t hesitate.
His hands move up my chest and linger there as he pretends to straighten the gold heart that has his picture inside. He gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday, and it’s beautiful, but it also gives him a reason to touch me there.
On the inside of the locket, there’s an inscription that says Promised to Daddy.
For a man that is always so in control, he’s weak when it comes to me. My daddy would do anything for me, and all I have to do in return is let him show me how much he loves me. He makes me feel like the most beautiful girl with his attention, and he’s constantly telling me how special I am. Why wouldn’t I want him to fawn over me and make me the center of his universe?
“It’s perfect, just like you.” He bends down, and I automatically raise my chin for his kiss.
This is part of our morning routine, but each day since my birthday, he’s taken a little more time. His lips meet mine in a quick kiss, but I don’t move because I know he’s going to want a couple more.
His first kiss is sweet, and I feel like Daddy’s good girl. On the second one, he takes a little longer, and this time, his hand moves to my bottom. He pulls me tight against the front of him, and I feel his cock dig into my belly. My giggle makes him smile as he kisses me again, and this time, his tongue slides over my bottom lip.
My eyes widen, but my mouth opens as I let him take what he wants. Daddy is allowed to have anything because those are the rules. He just doesn't know how much I like his rules.
When he licks my tongue, I moan, and his fingers dip into the edge of my panties. He’s squeezing me there, and I feel hot between my thighs. Maybe even a little wet. Sometimes at night when he thinks I’m sleeping, I’ll feel him there, and then he leaves his own wet spot for me to find in the morning. It’s another one of our secrets that we don’t tell anyone else.
“There we go,” he says as he straightens and takes his hands out of my panties. He pats my bottom gently before moving his hand to the front. “Do you need to change these?” He cups my sex, and I feel his fingers press against me over the cotton. I’m a little wet, but I don’t mind it because it’s a reminder of the kiss.
“No, Daddy. I want to keep these on.”