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Admittedly, I just wanted to lie and say I had cramps that were ravishing my lower body, but I knew better than to lie to Daddy. He'd find out eventually and then take something wonderful away from me like playtime with other little girls. I popped my thumb out of my mouth and yawned, hoping I looked sweet and adorable amidst my cuddly things. It seemed to work, causing Daddy to smile and walk over to my bed.
“Were you having a tantrum?” he asked while rubbing my head.
Before responding, I curled up into his lap and shoved my face into his stomach, inhaling the scent of his body wash. I couldn't stop the tears from coming up this time. They made me want to scream. Of all the things that could make me happy in life, this was the one I didn't want to lose. I could stop painting, give up cartoons, maybe even stop eating, but I couldn't ever give up my Daddy. Sharing him was the worst feeling in the world. Daddy continued to rub my head as I cried quietly in his lap. He didn't scold me or yell at me, and he didn't threaten to take anything away. He just sat with me, held me, and allowed me to cry.
“There are things in this world you don't yet understand,” he whispered as my whimpering subsided. “And one of those things is that you have to share me. It's the way it is.”
“But why?” I asked weakly.
“We've met under circumstances that prevent us from being open about our wonderful connection. I'm sure you understand that.” Daddy explained calmly.
I nodded in response to this. I knew he had other responsibilities, especially to my mother who had been the first one to fall for him. But did she really love him? I tried to keep my bratty attitude from making an appearance, but I couldn't seem to bite my tongue.
“She doesn't love you like I do,” I said flatly. “I do more for you than she ever will.”
Daddy took my throat very firmly between his fingers as he pushed his nose against mine.
“You will respect the decisions I make whether you agree with them or not. Everything I do is to protect you and to protect our relationship. Do you wish to compromise that?” he whispered menacingly.
Shocked, more tears came barreling down my face and I wished I hadn't said anything so rude and dismissive. When Daddy released his grip of my throat, I pulled away and curled up into the corner as he stood in the middle of my room. He pointed a finger at me and demanded that I clean up my mess, warning me that a punishment would come at the end of the week for my misbehavior and jealousy. I stared at his determined stance and the bulge of his muscles beneath his shirt, the abrupt way his demeanor had changed both alarming and arousing. I was excited for the potentially pleasurable punishment, but I was also fearful of losing something as a result. What was he going to make me do? I guess I would find out.
Chapter Six
Friday came relatively quickly, even through my body begging for time to slow down. I wanted to continue imagining the wild things Daddy was about to do to me. Would he force me into a three-way with other strangers? Make me watch him have sex with someone else? I was so ecstatic that I could hardly focus on anything but painting and eating. When my mother had asked me to clean up the garage, I did it slowly and deliberately, hoping that it would slow the time between Friday and that moment. But Friday was here and I wasn't ready for this punishment.
As I started to pack my bag in anticipation of the evening, Daddy came into my room and pushed the bag to the floor.
“You won't be needing a change of clothes,” he said sternly. “Because you'll be staying dirty the entire evening.”
I was overwhelmed with excitement, fluid rushing from my warm peach and soaking my panties that I hadn't yet changed. As I bent to retrieve my bag from the ground, Daddy grabbed my vulva from behind and pinched my clit between two fingers. He rolled his fingers together, eliciting moans as I tried to prop myself up against the bed. He forced my head down into the pillows and started rubbing vigorously, my panties becoming completely soaked by the time he allowed me back up for air.
“Oh, Daddy...” I whispered.
Daddy pinched my clit again and I hissed, gripping the sheets and keeping my bottom still as he rubbed my lips raw. I could feel his erection through his jeans pressed against my thigh and reached back to rub it. He swatted my hand.
“You don't get to touc
h Daddy's cock,” he said. “I'm going to make you beg for it.”
As he pushed his fingers in circles against my sopping wet lips, he leaned down and bit the back of my neck, causing me a yelp that echoed through the empty house. It was so hot having him overpower me, especially without any of the special equipment that we typically used. His fingers were grinding into my delicious fruit and I was ready to bust as soon as he informed me to do so.
But he didn't.
Daddy pulled his hand away abruptly from my aching lips and forced them into my mouth. Before I could say anything, he demanded that I go to the car at once.
“But Daddy, my panties are wet,” I whined.
“I don't care. You will stay dirty all night,” he said firmly. “Now, get in the car before I make you get in the car.”
Daddy's eyes were wild with power, the alpha male proudly appearing through his demeanor and stance. Without a fuss, I went straight out to the car and buckled myself into the passenger seat, waiting patiently for him to come out. I watched him lock the door and climb into the car, turning the engine before heading over to the club. When we arrived, he had me walk in front of him as we entered, Jeff greeting me as he usually did. Daddy stopped him.
“She's under punishment,” Daddy explained to the confused doorman.
A few heads turned at the sound of the word “punishment” and curious eyes followed us as we walked through to the back area. We went straight for our dungeon room, the curtains already pulled back and ready for us to walk through. Mistress was waiting for us on the couch located at the far end of the room with her legs spread wide and her skirt already pulled up. Daddy pointed to the ground in front of her.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
It seemed simple enough. I got on my knees in front of Mistress and leaned forward to kiss her exposed vulva, knowing exactly what I was supposed to do. Daddy grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
