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I knew exactly what he meant. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please, make me cum," I said.
"Hmm? What does my little Kitty want?"
"Please make me cum, Daddy," I finally spat out.
"As my little girl wishes."
He reached between my legs and flicked my clit, and combined it with a sudden, rough, and utterly determined pace. I was screaming for him, and that's exactly what he wanted me to do. To be screaming his name, to be screaming Daddy.
So much intensity hit me and washed over my body at that point, I was lost to bliss. So much, so fast, and it was all because of him.
He kept on fucking me, making sure I felt every bit of intensity for as long as I possibly could.
I could barely feel anything but the ecstatic ache as he finally pulled out of my pussy, his own cock aching and ready to blow.
Blow he did. Cum erupted out of him, lashing up and over over my body and splashing onto my chest and my face. I squinted some, but I was enjoying my own orgasm too much to truly care.
I was panting, exhausted by what he had done. I was ready to pass out, not caring about the mess that was on my body and my flesh.
Ty was there though. He moved quickly. "I'm sorry I made such a mess, little girl. Daddies do that sometimes when they don't want their little girls to swell up just yet."
Swell up just yet? What did he mean by that?
"Here, let's get you all cleaned up." He had a warm rag on hand, and started to wipe his mess off of my chest. Off of my face. After everything I had experienced, it was absolutely sweet, a perfect cherry on top of everything else. He lifted my head up from resting, and laid a final peck on my lips. He then pulled me into his bed, and took me into his arms, cradling me.
All I could do was look up at him and smile.
It was unusual, yes. I liked it, though. I was his, I was Daddy's, to use, to command, to care for. I was going to get used to this very quickly.
Thoughts of un-little girl things like Daddy fucking me hard and fast again bounced through my head as I fell asleep in his arms.
When I came to the next morning, I was buried in the softest of sheets and blankets. I rubbed some of them against my face - this was of some exotic fabric. Probably not even silk, but something even more rare with some six digit thread count or something like that.
The only thing that would've been nicer to wake up in would have been Ty's embrace.
Ty, though, was already up and about. He was redressing, buttoning up his shirt. "Good morning, Kitty."
"Morning," I said, still shaking the cobwebs out from waking up. Also, the whole wonderful experience that I had blissfully indulged in the night before. That was still shaking me up, still not able to believe that it happened.
"I have important Daddy business to attend to this morning, unfortunately, or we'd be repeating last night right now instead of later."
I grinned at his words.
He pointed to a small book on the nightstand next to the bed. "You'll find the number for my driver there, as well as the number for the house chef if you desire some food."
"Thank you," I said.
"Thank you who?"
"Thank you, Daddy." It was getting a whole lot easier to say as we went.
"That's better. Today, you're going to return to your former home and collect your personal affects, anything that you don't want to leave behind. You're moving in with me now."
I swallowed a gulp of air. "I'm moving in with you? Already? Isn't this all moving too fast?"
