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“Daddy loves feeding you,” he said. “Thank you for letting Daddy feed you.”
“Anytime?” she said. “All the time?” She giggled and opened her mouth.
Daddy checked the piece of nugget before dunking it in the ketchup and feeding her. It was delicious. Storm watched as his arms flexed slightly when he tore apart another chicken nugget.
Her mouth slightly opened as she watched him. She could watch him all day every day doing stuff like that. He was so handsome.
Daddy looked up at her and gave her a smile.
“Why are you wriggling?” he asked. “Are you in pain?”
Her face flushed and she shook her head. She hadn’t even realized she was wriggling on the countertop. She was doing it self-consciously, but it made sense. She was trying to create friction because she was turned on.
“Stormy,” he said. “What’s going on? You can tell Daddy anything.”
In the beginning she had wanted to tell Daddy she would take things further, that she wanted to, but now that he asked her to tell him she didn’t want to. She was shy and part of her worried he wouldn’t reciprocate the feelings back.
“Stormy, look at Daddy,” he said.
She lifted her head and looked at him. Worry was etched on his face and she didn’t like that one bit. She didn't want to worry her Daddy.
“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you in any pain? Why were you wriggling on the counter? Do you need to go potty?”
Her face got even redder as he continued to talk. She needed to tell him she wasn’t in any pain and didn’t need to go to the bathroom.
“No pain,” she whispered. “I don’t need to go to the bathroom.”
“Then why were you wriggling?” he asked. “You can tell Daddy.”
Her face continued to heat as she contemplated telling him or making something up. She knew if he found out she lied, it wouldn’t end well for her.
“I was turned on,” she whispered, not looking into his eyes.
She didn’t know how he would react and she was nervous. Would he tell her no and he didn’t feel the same way? Storm had heard of dynamics where they weren’t sexual together and she didn’t know if this was one of those times.
If Daddy told her that, she wouldn’t know how to react. She was attracted to him and didn’t know if she could stay with him and not be turned on all the time. It was hard enough for her to not wriggle around and concern him.
She heard him take in a short breath. She wanted to peek so badly and look at his reaction, but she kept her head down.
“Stormy,” he softly said. “Can you look at Daddy?”
She slowly looked up and made eye contact with him.
“Right now, we can’t do anything physical since you still have stitches in your stomach. I would hate to tear them when you’ve been such a good girl,” he said.
She whined and looked back down at her lap. She shouldn’t have said anything. Storm should’ve listened to her gut and not said anything at all.
He was rejecting her.
“Stop!” he commanded, pulling her from her thoughts.
Her head snapped up as she looked at him.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t do anything to help you,” he said. “It just can’t be physical.”
She gave him a confused face. Everything was physical and she was going to have to suffer with not being satisfied.At least he wasn’t rejecting her.
“Don’t look so glum,” Daddy said. “I can eat you out or use my fingers.”
