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CHAPTER SIX
Rayna
I stared at Daddy in shock. I couldn’t believe it. I felt my chest swell with emotion and I whispered, “Oh, Daddy!”
“I knew you could do it, princess,” he replied as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. I was on my knees like I was every morning for the last four months except for the mornings when Jonah was at the station for overnight shifts.
He was back from three days at the station, and I met him on my knees, naked, just like I was on my knees and naked every time we went through this particular process.
Only this time, I didn’t cry.
I didn’t cry!
Every other time he made me tell him I was beautiful, and my body was perfect just as it was, I ended up weeping. He told me there would come a day I’d be able to say it without crying and that day had come. He also told me there would come a day when I fully believed that, and for the first time, I thought he was right about that.
“Oh my God, Daddy,” I said, “I’m… I think I’m going to cry.”
“Because you’re happy?” he asked.
I nodded and barely managed to say, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Well, then, it’s okay, little girl,” he said. “It’s not the same as crying because you can’t handle thinking of yourself as the lovely girl you are.
I was supposed to wait for Daddy to indicate when this ritual moved to me pleasing him with my mouth, but I couldn’t. I reached for him, sliding his sweatpants down. His cock came free, and I enveloped it with my mouth, savoring the time it would take for him to grow too large for me to have him all the way in. Until that happened, I tried like I always did to keep my lips right at the base for as long as I could.
It was so strange to think about all the ways my life changed!
I wore nicer clothes now, not as afraid to highlight the shape of my body. I wore less makeup now, not afraid I needed to make up for everything else. I didn’t like my body, not yet, but as he grew in my mouth, and I finally pulled back and wrapped my hand around his shaft to use both together; it occurred to me that I no longer hated my body.
I guess I’d anticipated Daddy wanting me to come up with a plan for my life. He didn’t. The only thing we’ve worked on is my self-image and my feelings about my body. He didn’t seem to mind at all that I had no aspirations, no dream of some major success or career or anything like that. Of course, that came after a lot of conversation and me finally convincing him that none of that came from fear or feelings of inadequacy but just from the knowledge it didn’t appeal to me or thrill me in any way. My part-time job at the smoke shop covered all my expenses. Now that I lived with Daddy, it did even more than that.
Finally, his cock was too big for me to fit comfortably in my mouth. I held on a moment longer as his cock first teased at the base of my throat, then pushed past it.
As soon as his cock pushed past my mouth, he came hard, and by some miracle, I managed to keep him in my throat for the duration of his orgasm. When I finally had to come up, gasping for air, he cried out and lifted me up, then pushed me onto the bed.
He immediately dived between my legs and once more, I was reminded of how incredibly good he was with his mouth. “Oh, God, Daddy!” I cried out as my legs began to shiver and my body spasmed. I moaned and writhed under him as my body flirted with climax over and over before finally cresting and crashing down hard.
I screamed as my body folded over and over and my pussy pulsed with the power of my orgasm. He thrust his cock inside me while I was still cumming and the orgasm came right back to its peak.
“Oh, Daddy, you always make me feel so good,” I moaned.
“Yes, princess,” he crooned. “I like when you cum hard for me.”
His words sent a shiver through me and suddenly I was desperate for him to cum again. I put one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his ass and used them to help me as I lifted my hips to meet each thrust. He moaned and I kept thrusting up to him as he thrust into me.
His cock was so strong and powerful inside me! It felt like he was reaching to the deepest part of me and finding the key that would unlock and release all of the pleasure my body was holding back from experiencing, then using that key to unlock the door and—
“Oh, Daddy, yes!”
This orgasm was far more powerful than the others and easily the most powerful I’ve ever experienced. Over and over, I heard Daddy say, “Yes, little girl. Yes, my beautiful girl.”
Each time he called me beautiful, I felt like another little piece of my self-doubt, another little piece of my fear, another little piece of my depression just fell away, leaving behind—what?
Love.
Leaving behind love.
Love for myself. Love for my body. Love mostly for the perfect man I’ve found. My Daddy.
He cries out and cums and the feeling of him completely losing himself inside me fills me with an overwhelming rush of that love. Without thinking, I say, “I love you, Daddy.”
Instantly, my thoughts filled with anxiety. What if I’ve said it too soon? What if four months isn’t long enough? What if he doesn’t feel the same way about me? What if this wasn’t as serious for him as I believed it was?
The uncomfortable thought occurs to me then that he might have viewed this as charity. Maybe he thought I was attractive. Certainly, he enjoyed my body, but maybe he saw me as someone in need of a good deed and his good deed to me was to help me feel good about myself but he didn’t actually see me as someone he could start a relationship with. Maybe—
“I love you too, princess,” he said.
Maybe I should just stop worrying and hug the man I love.
