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“‘I make mistakes sometimes, and that’s why my Daddy disciplines me,’” he narrated. “But no matter how naughty I am, my Daddy always loves me.’”
She had cried earlier when he’d taken the paddle to her bottom, but these tears were different. Yes, her backside was absolutely still ouchie but not so sore it would make her cry. This was all feelings welling to the surface.
“‘Even when it’s not easy, I have to tell my Daddy what he needs to know to keep me safe. Daddy loves me and never wants to harm me intentionally or unintentionally. I promise to follow my rules to the best of my abilities. But I know Daddy doesn’t expect me to be perfect, and he loves me no matter what. Daddy will do his best to keep his promises to me too because that’s how he shows his love.’”
Cricket didn’t think Daddy had meant to make her cry with this, or maybe he had. Whatever his intentions were, she couldn’t stop sniffling, or blink back the tears that had started flowing down her cheeks.
“Okay, Cricket, you’re done now, babygirl. You did such a good job taking your dictation from Daddy,” he told her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
She raised her hand, which felt silly, but she didn’t know what else to do. Also made her think that while she liked to be closer to a baby most of the time, maybe playing school with Daddy could be fun sometime too.
“Yes, love bug?” he asked, taking the paci from her mouth.
“You forgot something, Daddy. May I add it, please?”
“Go ahead.”
Cricket changed the pen color to green because that was her favorite, and she wanted her Daddy to know how much she meant what she was about to write.
“Cricket loves Daddy, so much,” she wrote in her very best handwriting, complete with curlicues. “He takes really good care of me, and I am so lucky to have the best Daddy in the whole wide world.”
And then because those sentences didn’t seem like enough to convey everything that she felt, she drew heart after heart, and in the middle of each one wrote “Daddy & Cricket.”
After finishing, she looked up to see what Daddy thought about her additions.
“I didn’t want to put words in your mouth, babygirl. But it makes me so, so happy to know that you love me too. I’m so thankful for you every day and now that you’re here, I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”
Chapter Forty-Four
“Out now, Daddy? Please?”
Cricket was stretching her arms toward him, and yes, it was definitely time to get her out of her highchair. It was almost physically painful to not have her in his arms at this very second. Luckily, that was easily remedied. He removed the tray and then unclipped the straps and helped her down from the chair before towing her over to the bed.
Then he was on her, kissing her, putting a hand to her throat so he could feel her pulse beat against his palm. His Cricket, his babygirl. Who knew that her getting fired could be the best thing that ever happened to either one of them?
“On your tummy, babygirl,” he told her, and landed a spank on her bottom after flipping her over onto a pillow. “That’s it. I want to see this sweet rosy bottom while I fuck you and pull your hair.”
Cricket made the prettiest little mewl and shifted her hips.
“Spread your legs, and brace your hands on the headboard because Daddy’s going to take you on a wild ride.”
His love bug obeyed and Owen fought the urge to bite his fist. If he stroked himself a few times, he could go off without even touching Cricket because this was one of the sexiest views he’d ever seen. Her dusky pink and lust-slicked pussy framed by creamy thick thighs; her bottom stuffed with a hefty bright purple plug; her backside a broad cloud of freshly paddled red over the mottled purple of healing bruises. He couldn’t wait to add to this tableau.
“Such an obedient little love bug, that’a girl. Get ready because Daddy’s going to fuck this princess pussy until you come all over my cock.”
After rolling a condom down his length, Owen lined up his dick with Cricket’s entrance and pushed inside, none too gently, making her moan.
“You’re gonna take it all, Cricket,” he told her. “Your precious little pussy is going to get stretched by Daddy’s cock, and you’re going to feel so full with that plug already up your ass.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she agreed, her voice half pleading and half protest.
It was a lot. He always gave her a lot. But that’s what Cricket needed. A lot of attention, a lot stuffed in her holes, a lot of reassurance and praise, a lot of bondage, a lot of discipline, and a lot of love. He would pour all of that over her until she always felt sated—unless he momentarily said otherwise.
Owen snapped his hips and Cricket choked out a sound as he bottomed out inside her.
“You like that, babygirl? Daddy’s fucking you like that?”
“Yes, Daddy. You’re so deep in me.”
