Page 5 of Soldier Daddy’s Naughty Little

Images of how we spent yesterday evening flooded my mind– kissing Cheryl, fondling her breasts, her sucking on my tits, Oscar's tongue flicking across my clit, Cheryl’s mouth swallowing Oscar’s dick, Oscar taking her from behind…

I did not know when a scream tore out from my lungs and I had to hurriedly use a pillow to stifle it. Oscar came bounding into the room as fast as he could, a frightened expression on his beautiful face.

“What? Did something happen?” he asked me, his eyes frantically looking around for a threat.

I was thoroughly embarrassed and felt heat rise to my cheeks. I suddenly felt so small and so silly. Silly for having screamed like that, silly for feeling embarrassed, silly for stressing Daddy to come all the way here for nothing, silly for how I acted over dinner, silly for instigating the threesome, silly for feeling silly to start with.

He observed me and noticed I was not in any imminent danger, at least, as far as he eyes could see and then relaxed. It was then I saw the large knife from earlier in his hand. If there was an actual intruder, he would most likely be incapacitated by now. It would have been nice to see my soldier Daddy in action though.

His eyes looked at me ever so tenderly and it was only then I noticed the splatter of batter on his nose. Was he making me breakfast?

I shook my head slowly. “No, nothing is happening. I don’t know. I think I had a bad dream,” I stuttered, looking for something to say that would not make me look more idiotic than I was already.

Oscar leaned against the ornate doorframe, an odd smirk on his face. He was still wearing his clothes from yesterday. That meant he did not go home. How cute.

“Perhaps, did it involve something very kinky, like an impromptu threesome kinda thing?”

My face felt very hot and the room suddenly felt too small and stuffy. “Some…something along…those lines?” I spluttered, shocked at the manner and timing he chose to talk about what happened.

“Exactly. And it was very weird.”

Hus smirk pulled into a harsh, sharp line, the angles on his Adonic features a lot more prominent. He looked fierce. Fierce, but sexy. Odd timing, but it was hard not to notice the attractive dip of his Cupid bow.

“Well, it might please your Royal Highness to know that it was not a dream. It was real. You had us fuck some chick…”

I was startled and blurted out, “Huh? You mean Cheryl?”

Oscar’s face took on this neutral, unreadable expression as he folded his arms across his chest.

“Glad to see you remember that at least. I was wondering how long you were going to sleep. I looked around in the kitchen and whipped up some pancakes. Would you like to eat in here or you’d come to the table?

The rest of the morning passed very quickly, and we both conveniently did not bring up the topic till Oscar left at some minutes past noon.

Oscar

I remembered I needed to get somethings done at home– I had carried some office work home and even though I knew I needed to get myself acquainted with settling properly into the CEO role I was unanimously asked to occupy by the board, I still took work home anyway.

After struggling with figures and reports on my system for nearly four hours without making total sense of the charts and graphs, I decided to ditch it and let my financial analyst– who happened to be my baby at the moment– have a look at it when I get back to work.

I walked about my house aimlessly, restless about something but I could not quite place a finger on it. Did it have something to do with how Vanessa was acting at the breakfast table or just frustration from my not understanding the reports earlier– I blame my rustiness on the Marine Corps as I had not done anything business related throughout my years in service.

I missed the guys in my squad, no doubt, I missed the thrill that came with handling dangerous missions. I missed the boys. I missed the Marines. My love and desire to be with and a lot closer to my Little however, greatly overshadows that, I must say.

For her, I did not think anything was too much to give up. I believed in protecting her, pampering her, caring for her, being there for her. Nothing made me feel more fulfilled thank just caring for my Little Princess.

To me, nothing comes close. To me, nothing else matters.

CHAPTER SIX

Oscar

These past weeks have been all shades of weird. Fucking weird and annoying.

Vanessa has been acting odd and each time I asked her why she was distant she would tell me I was over thinking things, I was overreacting and then give me this weak ass assurance that did nothing to alleviate the empty feeling that kept tugging at the pit of my stomach.

Something was not quite right and I fucking knew it. Something was different about her demeanor and her general attitude towards me. She was not exactly cold but there was just this vibe she gave off that suddenly did not sit down well with me.

Was she tired of me? Of the relationship? Was I smothering her? If she was really that frustrated she could just say so and I would have given her the space and time that she needed to bring us back to normalcy because leaving me was not even on the menu in my opinion.