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CHAPTER SEVEN
Sybil
Okay, so that plan was a complete load of shit.
That’s what I think as I finish unpacking my stuff.
In the little studio apartment above Clint’s garage, that is.
The first week worked according to plan. We spent four nights together. We even managed not to have sex for one of those nights. Our plan was simple. We meet every Wednesday night. Simple. Once a week. We finalized that on a Friday night or, I guess, early Saturday morning at about three a.m.
And then I showed up on Saturday night.
And he went to the bar on Sunday night.
And now here I am two months later with a new place, right above his garage. On the bright side, we both had the presence of mind not to actually move into each other but just become very, very close neighbors.
Still, we’re more likely to end up together on any given night than we are to be apart.
It worries me but not for me. The truth is, I’m not all that worried about how that affects my plans. Since I talk with Daddy about them all the time, the time we spend together doesn’t interfere with what I’m trying to accomplish. Also, there’s something truly powerful in the dynamic of our relationship. There’s something about having to be accountable to him that makes me work even harder.
And the little space room in his house!
Oh my God!
Who in the world could possibly think sitting down on a bean bag and just coloring cartoon animals or butterflies would instantly wash away the stress of a hard shift at the bar? Who in the world can possibly understand what it’s like to be so overwhelmed with the enormity of the task I’m trying to accomplish that spending a half hour on the couch and listening to a playlist of kid’s songs would take me into a beautiful space where nothing overwhelms me? The ants go marching one by one, hurrah! They take away my stress.
I giggle as I think about it and I hear Daddy behind me. “Need any help with anything little girl?”
I turn and smile. “I’m almost unpacked, Daddy.”
“Can I help you with the rest?”
I giggle and say, “I’d rather you help me with something else, Daddy.”
He smiles, steps through the door, and closes it behind him. A moment later I’m in his arms. I almost giggle like crazy when I think about how glad I am the bed is made because for some reason it’s the first on my list of things to do moving in. A minute or two later I’m on the bed, right atop the brand-new polka dot sheets bought just for my new place and Daddy is between my legs, driving me wild with his tongue and lips as I moan like crazy and lose all sense of anything other than this exact moment with the man I think I might already love. If not yet, I’m falling and falling fast.
I shriek when I cum and when he pulls off of me, he is laughing.
I blush and say, “Stop laughing at me, Daddy!”
He replies, “I’ll laugh if I want to little girl, and you can’t stop me.”
I want to reply but I can’t because now his cock is driving me to even greater heights than his mouth did and all I can manage to say is “Oh, Daddy!”
He thrusts deep and hard and then he does something even more incredible when he places his arms under me and actually lifts me off of the bed. I have no idea how he manages to do that while still thrusting deep and hard but looking up at his bulging arm muscles while his cock pounds me has to be the sexiest thing I have ever experienced.
“You’re mine, little girl,” he growls.
“I’m yours, Daddy,” I moan.
“All mine,” he says.
“Yes, Daddy!” I cry. “I’m all yours! All yours! Everything! Oh my God!”
This orgasm is the most powerful yet and the fact that I’m suspended in the air while I cum makes everything more exciting and intense. I scream and shiver and shake around him and when he groans and pulses inside me, I’m so overwhelmed with desire that I don’t let it stop there but immediately drop to my knees and take him in my mouth when he sets me on the bed and pulls out of me.
He groans with pleasure as I suck, and I surprise myself with how desperately I want him to cum again and cum hard. Something about the way he said I belong to him makes me desperate to make him belong to me and that need inspires me to more sense of urgency than I normally feel.
