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“Will you behave now?” he asks me.
“Yes, I’ll behave,” I moan.
“Are you sure?” he asks, spanking me again,
“Yes, I promise,” I answer, enthralled at this new experience.
“You promise that you’re my baby girl and no other man can touch you?” he asks.
“Yes, I promise,” I repeat back.
“Who am I?” he asks.
“You’re my, my daddy,” I tell him.
He lifts me up off his lap and kisses me hard on the lips then grabs my tits and puts them in his mouth. I’m sitting on his lap and can feel his big cock through his pants and rub my bare pussy against it. Seeing the pleasure that this is bringing me he puts his hand on my ass and trusts his crotch hard against me. I get lost in a euphoric frenzy and ride his lap until climactic waves of pleasure consume me and I come all over his pants.
Panting like a puppy, I wrap my arms around his neck and lay my head on his chest until the tingling in my crotch finally subsides. He lifts my chin and gives me a gentle kiss then lays me down on my sofa. He stands to leave and I reach for his hand. He brings mine up to his lips and kisses it softly then lets it go.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“That’s enough for tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow, baby,” he says and walks away.
I lay there disoriented and confused. Why did he leave? Didn’t he want to have sex with me and why did I get off on being submissive to him that way? I might have laid here with my mind racing all night but the craziness of my first shift combined with the awesome release that Dex gave me has me too tired to think anymore and I fall asleep, naked on the sofa.
6
Sunday
Dex
It’s hard for me to fathom having the strength to walk out of Daniela’s room without having sex with her but I knew I had to do it. I didn’t want our first time together to be connected in any way to the violence that occurred earlier in the night. When it happens, I want it to be a romantic and pure memory that she can look back on and smile forever. I even went home and spent the first night in weeks in my own bed because I was afraid that if I stayed in my office I might change my mind and go back up there to have my way with her. She brings out the animal in me and if we get into another situation like last night, I may not be able to control myself again.
It’s a beautiful morning and the pub is closed every Sunday except Saint Paddy’s Day so I decide to surprise her with brunch and a tour of my beloved hometown. I dress and dab on some cologne then look in the mirror and wince at the sight of the knot on my left cheek. It ticks me off that I let that guy get a punch off. I would have been more careful if I wasn’t blinded by rage. No girl has ever made my blood so hot or awakened my protective instincts with this kind of intensity and I find myself wanting to spend all of my time watching over her and keeping her safe.
I arrive at the pub and make my way up to her room. I knock and wait for what seems like an eternity for her to answer. She opens the door wearing a long, baggy tee shirt and a pair of panties. Her nipples are hard and impossible to hide even under such a loose-fitting top.
“Did I wake you?” I ask but the answer is obvious.
“Yeah, I fell asleep on the couch when you left,” she replies, rubbing her eyes.
“I’m sorry I woke you but I thought that we could spend the day together. We can get to know each other and you can see some more of the countryside,” I tell her.
“Okay.” She perks up instantly. “Let me take a shower and we can go.”
“I’ll go down to the bar and make some coffee. You Americans are addicted to your morning coffee, aren’t you?” I grin.
“Yes, we are, and thank you,” she kisses me on the cheek and my face gets hot.
I go downstairs and return moments later with a piping hot cup of Joe. She’s in the privy dressing so I sit and wait. When she steps out into the room, I become star-struck. She has her long, blonde hair in a ponytail draped over the left shoulder of a short, white sundress adorned with tiny blue flowers and she looks like she just stepped off the cover of a magazine.
“Do I look okay?” she asks. “I never asked where we were going.”
“You look like a dream,” I reply and she blushes and looks down at her feet.
I take her to Beans and Leaves on Lloyds Lane because it’s one of the more hip brunch spots in town and has an American-friendly menu. We take our tea outside on the patio and watch as the town hustles about in front of us. Daniela looks up and spies the caste in the distance. I can’t believe that this is the first time that she’s noticed it.
“Can we go there?” she asks me with the exuberance of a child.
