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CHAPTER FIVE
I lift up my head, breathing hard and utterly overwhelmed. He doesn’t command me to say it but I say, “Thank you, Daddy.”
How fucked up is that? I mean his cock was all the way in my throat over and over so I actually felt terrified I would suffocate! He shows no mercy at all and forces me down repeatedly until finally he just force-feeds me a whole hell of a lot of cum and I thank him?
What the fuck?
The really, really crazy thing about it is that I truly do feel grateful. Just like the spanking, it was the most surprisingly good feeling I can recall in a very long time. He leans over and kisses my forehead. “Good job, princess,” he says.
It’s like I’m flooded with happiness as hit words. I can’t keep from smiling and my whole body feels tingly. I’m also so desperate for release I think I might explode. I don’t get a chance to ask him for anything, though. He reaches for me and pulls me over his lap. I think he’s going to spank me and even though I have no idea what I deserve it for, I actually lift my ass up.
He doesn’t spank me, though. Instead, he flips me over, and suddenly, his hand is between my legs. I gasp as I feel him through my panties. The way he touches me is almost magical. I don’t understand how it can have such a powerful effect but it does. There’s no denying it at all. He stares at me and the intensity in his eyes is almost as impactful as his thumb moving on my clit and his fingers rubbing along my labia.
I think I have to look like some kind of a shocked dork, just staring up at him like some kind of crazy idiot with my mouth open and my eyes wide as he uses his hand so expertly. I think part of what makes it so intense is how his other hand is behind my neck and he grips me there to steady me. I mean, that doesn’t seem like a gentle way to hold me at all even though it doesn’t hurt. It just illustrates how much he’s in control.
God, I love that he’s in charge.
Really, that must be why I enjoy the deep throat he made me perform. There just isn’t any question at all about him being in charge of that. He’s absolutely in control now like before except this time it isn’t something I’m struggling with or afraid of at all. On the contrary, it’s so damned good I can’t even understand it.
I mean, why in the world did I never know my pussy could feel this way?
God, it’s like all understanding of arousal in the past is incomplete and all concept of pleasure before now lacks any truth. “Daddy,” I wheeze. “Oh, God, Daddy!” It’s really amazing because this even feels better than him giving me oral sex. I mean, going down on me like that is still one of my top sexual experiences but this is different. I mean, I’m helpless now not just from the incredible pleasure but just from how he holds me.
“Daddy!” I whisper. “Oh, Daddy. Please, Daddy! My pussy belongs to you, Daddy. Please take what belongs to you! Please!”
“Hush, Princes,” he says and it’s so damned weird that when he calls me that it just sounds like the sweetest, most perfect thing in the world. I mean, for God’s sake, he’s got his hand on the back of my neck gripping it very firmly in a very domineering kind of way and he’s rubbing my pussy through my panties while we’re on an island and in the woods. For Christ’s sake, the man is my stepfather!
And yet, when he uses that term with me, it’s like the most romantic thing for me to hear ever! “Oh, Daddy,” I whisper and I swear to God, I sound like some silly overly dramatic girl in a romance movie from the 1930s! Well, except for the Daddy part, anyway.
I think it’s the romantic feelings that rush over me, that drives the orgasm that explodes over me. I want to scream but I can’t even come up with words as his hand moves the way it does. I’m damned overwhelmed and the pleasure shooting through me is utterly shocking. It’s weird what goes through my mind but suddenly all I want to do is throw my arms around Daddy and thank him.
I don’t just want to thank him for the orgasm. I want to thank him for rescuing me, for getting us to the island, for knowing how to catch fish and get a fire going, for knowing how to build a lean-to, and for all the rest. I mean, I’m not even uncomfortable here. He even makes sure I wash our clothes in the lake so it’s not… God, this man is wonderful!
When he finally releases me, I quickly scramble onto his lap so I can straddle him and kiss him and then just hold him with my face buried in his neck. I cling to him and hold him and it’s so damned strange to me to feel this strongly for him. I mean, I’m a normal girl. I had crushes all through high school and, for that matter, junior high. All of those crushes felt like the most important thing in the world. When I finally went on dates, I realized the reality never lived up to the crush.
Except for now.
The reality of Daddy lives up to all the expectations, all the romance, and all the dreams. As if he’s aware this is a very important moment to me emotionally, he lets me hold him and just holds me in return. I don’t know how long I hold him but I do fall asleep and when I wake, he’s not at the camp.
I find him by the shore, pulling in a fish with the fishing line he found tangled on a piece of driftwood. He smiles at me and says, “Run back to camp and put some extra wood on the fire.” He nods to the water and when I get close, I see he’s caught four or five fish.
“Yes, Daddy!” I say with an almost giggly voice and I turn and all but skip back to camp. It’s strange. I mean, it’s not like it’s comfortable here on the island. The nights are cold and the sleep isn’t really restful. Still, I can’t help but have a least a little bit in the back of my mind hoping we don’t get rescued for several weeks. I know it’s silly but I can’t help myself.
I can’t do anything about that, of course. It’s all out of my control. The only thing I can do is resolve to enjoy every second with Daddy that I can. That’s not hard to do at all. When he arrives at the camp, he finds it cleaned up, at least as much as I can. The fire is blazing and I have the clothes we’re not wearing drying over the lean-to. I know it’s silly to try to play house but it is what it is.
And that night, when we fall asleep, it happens after I’ve again tasted Daddy’s cum in my mouth. It happens with me leaning against him with my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest. I know it can’t last forever. I accept that.
It’s right now, though, and right now is wonderful.
