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When I tell her I have, she replies that I’ll do fine.
I put my head between her legs, remembering the sensations she gave me. She used her whole mouth; the sensations of soft pressure and teasing tongue flicks made me come hard. I want her to come hard. Cake batter. She’s sweeter than cake. She’s musky and salty and earthy. She’s slick and slippery and soft. I follow my instincts and feel her hand twining in my hair, feel the hard muscles of her leg tighten into spasms. I hold her hips as she raises herself to my face.
“Good girl. Good girl.” Her praise for how I’m pleasuring her nearly makes me come again. She arches her back as my mouth closes gently over the hood of her clitoris. Gentle pressure, and it’s enough. She comes. I’ve made her come.
“That,” I say, “was awesome.”
She pulls me into her arms. “As good as French fries and milkshakes?”
“Better,” I say.
“Way better,” she agrees.
Her embrace feels like the safest place in the world and after a night of passion it’s where I experience the first real sleep I’ve had in weeks.
Chapter eight
TANDY
I wake up at 3 a.m. feeling parched. While the Chinese food was good, it contained enough sodium to kill a horse. I’m careful as I extricate my arm from underneath Bliss, who mumbles sweetly in her sleep.
Before she drifted off, Bliss thanked me for being “her first.” I didn’t have to ask her what she meant and just thinking about it fills me with emotion and an awesome sense of responsibility. She’s given more than her body tonight; she’s given her heart, her trust. I plan to handle both with care.
I hunt through the fridge for the water pitcher. It’s nice to know she doesn’t have to worry about food now. I find the pitcher behind the jam and almond milk and walk to the kitchen counter. The only light is a small fluorescent one over the sink. I turn on the overhead and open the cabinet to find a glass. When I do, several papers flutter out and land on the counter. Wrong cabinet. I look in the cabinet to see more inside.
It seems like a weird place to keep papers, but maybe that’s her system. As I’m picking them up, I see the words Past Due stamped on more than one. It’s not my intention to be nosy, but it’s hard to ignore. There’s a cut-off date for her power and a letter from her landlord reminding her that he can no longer tolerate late or partial rent payments.
I frown as I put the papers back in the cabinet. I’ve caught Bliss in a lie. She said the grocery budget was her only problem, and that everything else was fine. I know she didn’t say this to be maliciously misleading. I’m sure she was embarrassed, but she needs to learn that hiding things out of shame won’t make them go away.
But there’s a conflict. I think of Celeste going through my phone. I don’t want Bliss to think I was prying into her personal affairs.
I head back to bed, loving the way she murmurs and presses against me once I’m under the covers. She moans in her sleep and pushes her hips against me. My fingers stray between her legs.
“Mmmm.” Her eyes flutter open just a bit. “Please,” she says. “Please.”
She’s so sweet. So innocent. So open. If we were at my place I’d introduce her to Daddy’s toy box, but tonight I work with what I have. I stroke her pussy, changing the pressure, watching her face in the soft glow of the nightlight. She doesn’t know it yet, but this go-round is going to be all about her. I push my fingers inside, curling my fingers toward her belly, finding the G-spot to give her a different kind of orgasm. Her body shudders and quakes. She cries out through the rushes of pleasure.
I turn her over, admiring the curve of her back, the little dimples just above the swell of her bottom. I kiss each one, then nibble my way down her left buttock. She gasps. I squeeze a mound of flesh, gently, then harder. I release it, give her a stinking slap on the lower right ass cheek. She yelps, moans, and looks back at me. A slight smile plays on her lips.
“Yeah, you’re smiling now, Princess. We’ll see how long that lasts.” I can imagine her, ass red, tears streaming even as she orgasms. We’ll have a safe word. I’ll teach her there’s no shame in using it.
“Again?” She hikes her ass up.
“Naughty girl.” I begin to spank her, lightly at first. I alternate cheeks, increasing the sharpness of the blows. I expect her to say stop. She doesn’t. Her hands clench the covers. She moans into the pillow. I reach beneath her, lift her bottom. I spank her harder. Her ass is getting pink. Her thighs are slick with arousal.
“Hold that position,” I say. “Don’t you dare move. You understand?”
“Yes,” She breathes the word.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I move behind her, holding her ass as I press my mouth against her pussy. I’m not gentle this time and she comes twice, rocking hard against my face. I come, too. Her submission is an aphrodisiac.
Yes, Daddy…
I’m a Daddy now and I plan to live up to whatever that means to Bliss. I will protect her. I’ll spoil her. I’ll hold her when she cries. I’ll encourage her growth. Daddy’s going to make things better for this Little Girl. But Daddy is also going to have to teach her a lesson. But not tonight. Tonight is for pleasure.
