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“You’ve been taking my panties, haven’t you?” she asks as I drop my boxers to the floor, coming for her fully naked this time.
“Every day with me to the office, smelling you on them as I use them to get off to the sight of you here, safe and taken care of in my home,” I tell her, stroking my hand down my dick, the constant stream of precum oozing from it mixing with her juice left on it, and shit, the combination of our scents is fucking amazing.
“So, daddy won’t be mad I spent another couple hundred bucks on more?” she asks, her hand covering the top half of my length as I slid mine to the base.
“Fuck no, baby,” I grit out, almost coming in her hand. “I get notifications every time you use my card, confirmed with them that the first few weren’t fraudulent since I’ve never purchased from those stores before, and ordered a card in your name so if you’re ever out, you won’t get refused. You can order ten thousand more of these ruffly panties and bikinis and the only thing I’m going to do is fuck you in and out of them.”
“You’re so good to me daddy,” Ivy sighs, pulling me towards her by my dick, and shit, it feels good. “Is baby girl good to daddy in return?”
“So, fucking good,” I assure her, sinking inch by inch inside her. “So, fucking good, baby girl. You let daddy fuck you so good.”
“Daddy still wants to keep baby girl as his?” she asks, her pussy clenching around me, and I don’t bother to stop myself from getting off this time.
I come deep inside her, pulling a hum from her throat. I slide my hands into her messy hair, holding her head still as I start to thrust, forcing bits of my cum out to drip onto her thighs and ass. “You’re never leaving me, baby girl. Daddy’s going to keep you, even if it meant keeping you tied to my bed, locked in my room to keep you from leaving. You’re daddy’s girl forever now, aren’t you?”
“Forever,” she screams in agreement, jerking wildly when I bite down on her neck again, her pussy spasming around me. Sucking me further in until I come again, leaving her a mess that I gladly clean up. First with my mouth, then with a swim, followed by another hard fuck in the shower that leaves my cum dripping from both of her tight holes once more.
Chapter 7
Ivy
Ilet out a yawn as I finish the latest book Damien bought me. He has a library at the house, but it had mostly the classics, mysteries and some sci-fi, but not the kind I like. I’m definitely more of the romantic sci-fi type. I really lean more towards the fantasy side versus the dystopian science fiction stuff. Not to mention plain out romance books, and holy shit, has Damien spoiled me massively the last few weeks.
Seriously, full out spoiled me.
There’s not a single part of me that’s upset that I haven’t been outside his house since he brought me home last month. It’s been too amazing to bother feeling like I’ve actually been kidnapped or held prisoner because I haven’t seen anyone except for him and his housekeeper who comes out two to three times a week to clean and do laundry.
A couple of the people I’ve met in an online chat room that I found my way into after wanting to learn more about the daddy kinks out there keep telling me to leave. Honestly, I think they’re just jealous because any time I tell them how Damien takes care of me, they just get snarky. So much so that I haven’t responded to any of them in two days. I thought I’d found somewhere that I could fit in, find friends—even if they were only cyberfriends, but now I think that it’s better to keep my distance.
That first day he came home he had a bag stuffed with electronics for me, including a new phone, laptop, and Kindle. He’d left me his iPad so he could call me, or I could call him if I needed something, but he didn’t like the limitations of it. I couldn’t just carry it around in a pocket, and it didn’t easily fit into my hand, so I didn’t argue with him about it.
I also didn’t argue about the Kindle. He had it set up, filled with some books that he’d been recommended by the lady at the bookstore that girls my age liked. I’m pretty sure she thought it was for his daughter rather than his ‘baby girl’ because not one of them was a sexy story.
I’ll admit, there’s a thrill at being able to instantly start reading a new story on it, but I also really like having a physical book in my hands every now and then, especially when I’m being pulled into a good fantasy story. It’s much easier to stay in the mindset of it when I have to put it down for a minute than with the Kindle, where there are other things that can pop up and distract me. Totally love recommendations from it, but not when I’m half sure that I’d see some wild fae village if I look out the window.
When I ordered a couple hardback books, Damien asked if I didn’t like the Kindle. Wanted a different version of it, or a tablet instead. It was so sweet that I had to tell him the truth, and now, I have stacks of books to read whenever I feel the need while alone. Most of the time when Damien’s home, we’re wrapped up in each other, and god, it’s incredible. Something I definitely do not argue about, because fuck, why would I not want his huge cock inside me sending bliss through my body, or even just being held in his arms when we’re exhausted?
I’m missing him fiercely right now. It’s almost six and he’s still not home. Most days he’s home by three at the latest, and most Fridays he’s been home by one, but he had an afternoon meeting today and was stuck in the office.
Not to say I didn’t get my afternoon sex.
Nope, daddy bought me a toy, slid it into my pussy this morning before he left, knowing he’d be late, and holy shit it’s amazing. Around noon he FaceTimed me, making me wet the second I saw my panties gripped in his hand, his hard cock begging for attention. Before I could say a word, the toy began to buzz, right against my clit, in different patterns, some soft, some intense, until I came right as Damien spewed into my panties.
The ones I’d been wearing were soaked with my desire and daddy told me to be a good girl and put them on his dresser. So of course, I did, along with a second pair I used to clean up the extra that started leaking from me when I removed the toy—with daddy’s approval of course.
I pad into the kitchen, wearing just Damien’s shirt and a new pair of panties we both love. I don’t really cook. I never learned growing up and the best I could do on the hot plate was scrambled eggs. It didn’t get hot enough to boil water, so I’m definitely limited in what I know to cook, but I’m starving now and don’t know when he’ll be home.
Damien is amazing in the kitchen. He makes us breakfast—well, he makes me scrumptious breakfasts that he makes me eat while he eats my pussy for at least the second time of the morning, before he goes to work. He leaves me something I can just eat from the fridge or stick in the microwave to warm up for lunch. Then he makes us anything I begin to mention sounds good for dinner. It doesn’t matter if we don’t have the stuff for it. He’ll instantly order it, and have it delivered to get me what I want right then and there.
A huge smile hits my lips seeing a veggie tray in it I didn’t notice earlier. Damien told me he’d made me a chicken salad so that was the only thing on my mind after I’d come with that toy. He must have known I’d be getting hungry before he’d get home and it might be crazy, but I love veggies. There are carrots and celery and cauliflower all cut into snack size pieces, with his special ranch to dip them in, and I hop onto the stool, enjoying it as I scroll through videos on my phone.
I don’t hear the door or anyone coming in until a strange voice asks ‘what the fuck’ from behind me, making me drop my phone onto the counter and nearly fall off the stool all at the same time.
My hear rate slows only a little when I see the faces in the kitchen doorway. I’ve seen photos of Zack and Stacey, so I know who they are, but I don’t know them or why they’re here.
My phone starts ringing immediately and I pick it up, thankful to see Damien’s picture on the screen. “Hi…”
“They’re already there aren’t they?” he asks me, and I let out a quick breath of relief before answering yes. “Where are you?”
