Why doesn't he get it? I cross my arms. "No."
"Careful, Lulu. I know plenty of ways to ensure you think twice about pouting." I deflate at that, guilt weighing me down. "What's wrong? You haven't let your Little out since I picked you up on the road."
I shrug and drop my arms to my lap. The thin shorts Daddy put me in this morning with no panties have been constantly rubbing my clit only making me crankier. My boobs feel heavier and I've debated changing into a loose shirt so when I move my nipples can have some stimulation too.
This is the first time I've ever felt like this and I'm pretty sure I'm being edged. That's what it's called in the books when the Daddy slowly heightens the arousal, right? I’m not sure. I haven’t read one in over a year. The last time my father found out I snuck out to the library after school… I don’t like to think about such things anymore.
"Lulu," Daddy warns, the tone of his voice tight and low. "Tell Daddy."
Clenching my teeth I try so hard to make the pressure go away. But the words build at rapid speed when his hand lands on my thigh. "Why won't you make the ache go away, Daddy?"
His eyes widen, shock evident in response to my outburst. "Oh. I see." He growls and bites his lip. Almost experimentally,his hand skates up my thigh but stops right where I need it the most. "Has Daddy left you wanting for too long?"
"Yes," I whimper and wiggle closer. "Please, fix it. I feel like I'm going to self-combust!"
"Is this why you haven't been able to regress, baby?" Preston asks thoughtfully.
"All of your needs aren't being met, causing stress and Big girl needs to be at the forefront, huh?"
Nodding, I decide I'm done talking because he's my Daddy. He promised to take care of me and love me, so he'll know what to do. Urging us along, I pull my tank top over my head and say, "Green, Daddy, go!"
His deep chuckle sends shivers across my entire body. The few grays in his dark-brown hair catch in the low lightening of our room. My entire focus goes to his strong jaw and firm lips as he helps me to lie back on the pillows.
"Use your safeword at any point, you hear me?"
"Yes, Daddy." I sigh and spread my legs. The cool air as her shifts over me hits my core and I so desperately need him to take my shorts off. "Green," I reiterate.
I watch his tongue poke out as he stares at my body on complete display for him. For some reason I feel powerful even though I'm completely at his mercy. Just the sheer attention he's giving me is enough to fill me up with confidence.
"Let's get these off."
He pulls my shorts down and tosses them away. Heat builds in my tummy the longer he kneels between my legs. Then he's touching me. I thought he'd maybe start at my calves and work toward my pussy, but no... his thumbs spread my lower lips obscenely wide and he dives in.
"DADDY!" I screech. "What are you doing?!" I thought this was something fictional. Like something that only happens in those books.
His big hands pin my thighs down to make room for his shoulders as his tongue laps at me. "Baby, stay still so Daddy can make you feel good."
Easier said than done! My hands fly to his head when he nibbles on my clit. "Oh jeez," I whimper. Honestly, when I read about this stuff, I didn't think it would actually feel this good.
"Play with your nipples while I stretch your soaking cunt," Daddy demands against my lips. Unable to deny him, I lift my trembling hands and circle my rosy buds. "Good fucking girl."
I've never heard his mouth so filthy before... I think I love it.
My heart stops beating when something probes at my entrance. Lifting my head, I glance down with worry. At his questioning look, I whimper, "Green," right before he slips a finger inside of me.
A startled gasp slips free but as he continues to move, I find my hips meeting every gentle thrust. "More," I plead, head thumping back into the pillows.
"Say please."
"Please!" I scream as his second finger slides home. "Oh!"
"Now pinch your nipple while I suck on your sopping clit," he growls. The way we both move to do as he says sends sparks shooting through my veins. My back arches and the pleasure that rams through me borders on painful.
Daddy works me down, slowly easing me back into reality, but now I'm a puddle of sleepy, happy goo. Gravity gets a little wonky for a second but then heat encompasses me nicely. "Such a good girl."
"Sooo green."
A throaty laugh vibrates through me urging me to open my eyes, so I do. Finding Daddy carrying me into the shower where steam is already billowing from should be shocking but it's not. I trust Daddy wholeheartedly.
