Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“You’re a good girl.” I set down the remote as the theme song for Hairspray starts to play, then reach over and grab her face, her mouth in a squished little O shape, eyes wide in surprise. “But good girls need discipline. They need to be guided. They need to do as they are told. They need to be taught how to be what Daddy needs.”
My sixth sense about what we will be kicks in hard. I’ll give her all the softness someday but right now, she needs me to tell her what to do. To show her that following my orders and pleasing me is what will give her purpose.
It’s what will make her safe and secure with me always.
“What do you need?” she hisses through her squished lips, and watching her struggle to ask that question feeds the viper ready to strike inside of me.
“I need you to put your head here on my shoulder. Sit cross-legged.” I want to control every detail and I’m powerless to stop what’s about to happen.
She moves slowly next to me, doing as I ask, then I drape the blanket over us and pet her head, leaning down and taking her lips, listening to her soft moan, her soft body trembling against me.
“Horny little girl.” I whisper into her hair. “Just watch the movie and remember, we have to be quiet. Whatever happens, it’s special. Just between us.”
Her glazed eyes fix on the characters on the screen. The sound of the next song in the movie playing, making the moment more surreal.
“Did you like how I made you feel in the limo?”
She nods, eyes straight ahead.
“You liked when I played down between your legs. Made you all wet and wiggly until you had that special feeling?”
Another nod, that’s what I want, her agreement, her buy in.
“Good. I want you to feel good and you’re going to learn to make me feel good in many ways. Have you ever thought about touching me? What I feel like down here?” I guide her hand to my lap, pressing her palm over the stiff shaft as her breath stalls, then a little gasp as I move her hand over my erection, up and down.
“Cade.” She stutters, eyes flickering shut, chin to her chest.
“Ahhh, that’s something else, I’m not Cade, am I? Who am I? Who have I been, raising you? Providing for you? What do you call me when you want to tease me?”
“Daddy.” She hisses, eyes flicking to mine, then back to the screen as I rub her hand up and down.
“That’s right. You’re a little fucking tease sometimes, Lennie. Calling me Daddy and knowing what it did to me, then not taking care of what you started. That’s a naughty slut. You live here, it’s my rules under my roof from now on.”
“Yes,” she answers without missing a beat and I know my instincts are right. She wants it dirty. Nasty. Right and wrong all blending together into a heady need neither of us will deny any longer.
“Now, take me out.” I shift my hips, pressing myself down so she can get at my zipper easily.
Her fingers fumble and tremble as she works the button and zipper on my jeans. I’m commando, so as soon as the last teeth are spread open, the head of my cock pops up under the blanket and I heave out a sigh of relief, putting my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
“Now, touch me.” I growl into her ear, her body warm against me as her fingers shake, connecting with the center of my shaft.
I arch my neck and rake my teeth up her neck as she chokes back a sobbing sound.
“Daddy…” Her voice is barely audible as her hands explore my inches.
Any logic has left my brain as I sink my teeth into the nape of her neck.
She yelps but I reach over and clap my other hand over her mouth, hissing into her ear. “Be quiet, baby. No one can know.”
Her head bobs up and down in agreement, then I kiss her cheek and release her mouth, slipping my hand under the blanket again and starting to guide her.
“Like this.” I put my hand over hers, showing her the right amount of grip, the pace, then I lift my hips and slip my jeans down. “One hand here. The other, down here, light, soft, squeeze. There…so good. I knew you would do so well pleasing me.”
Her little hands work in unison, one up and down, beating me off, while the other cups and massages my balls until I’m about to come undone.
“This is good?” Her voice drifts on the music from the surround sound as she watches the movie, then looks to me, then back.
“Fucking great, baby. Just keep going, up and down, then cup the tip with your hand, spread that pre-cum around.” She does as I order, my eyes rolling back at the sensation of her soft hands working my dick. “Here. Give me that hand.”