Chapter One
I woke abruptly from sleep to the chime of an incoming call on my phone. Disoriented, I reached out, scrambling to find my phone amongst the mountain of covers and pillows on the bed. I found it and could see that Daddy was calling me. He had been playing poker at the gaming tables, three hours ago, when I had excused myself for a nap.
Spending a weekend away at the casino was fun, but I was prone to overstimulation and could only be out on the casino floor for an hour at time. Daddy had secured us a room with a large jacuzzi and had surprised me with a few bathbombs, some delicious snacks and as much alcohol as I could drink to make spending time decompressing in our room more enjoyable. I felt a little guilty, being spoiled so much, but that was Daddy. Always doing his upmost to make sure I am always comfortable and happy.
​I lift the phone to my ear and hear his deep baritone voice.
​"My Babygirl!" he says, and I smile sweetly.
"It's time to wake up, my sleepyhead. Come downstairs and meet me in the poker room. It's time for me to take you to dinner."
"Yes, Daddy. I'll be right there.", I reply and quickly rise from the bed to find my shoes. Slipping them on, I gather my things, stopping in front of the full-length mirror to check my reflection before I leave the room. My eyes are still a little heavy with sleep, but I look presentable enough, so I exit the room and make my way down the hall into the main area of the casino.
I am immediately bombarded with sound from all directions as the slot machines sing their merry tunes and the sound of laughter and excitement carries across the large space. I wind my way carefully through the people and machines, headed for the stairs located in the center of the wide-open space. Descending the stairs, I can hear Daddy's booming laughter coming from the room on the right.
He's seated at a table surrounded by eight or nine men, at the middle of which, is the dealer. I walk up behind him and lightly lay my hands on his shoulders. His attention is immediate and warms my insides as he again declares:
"My Babygirl! There she is!"
I immediately blush. Having the attention of everyone at the table makes me nervous. The dealer seems annoyed at having to draw back the attention of all of the men playing and more than once has to tell Daddy that he needs to call or fold. Daddy finishes his hand and then announces to the table something about needing to feed his girl, signaling his departure to the dealer and then collecting his chips. He rises and turns to face me, taking my hand and guiding me from the room.
We ascend the stairs and he guides me towards the in-house café where he tells me he has a reservation for us. After speaking briefly with the hostess, we are seated with menus placed in front of us, and I peruse it idly. I can feel his gaze on me. He appears to be hungry for something besides food because every time I look up at him, his attention is fixed on me and not on the menu. I don't know where to look. I can't maintain eye contact for long, something I think he notices and is thrilled by.
"So, what does my disgusting, cum-eating whore want for dinner?" he casually quips and I choke on the water I had just brought to my lips.
"What?!" I splutter as embarrassment stains my cheeks. He had made me say that last night, repeat it, with his dick down my throat, so the words had come out garbled and thick. It made me soaking wet last night and tonight wasn't any different. I clench my inner walls and feel a spike of pleasure deep in my core but I give Daddy a disapproving look.
"Shhhh! You're being so loud. Someone will hear you!" I whisper yell at him as I look around the restaurant to see if anyone is looking our way.
"You think anyone in here cares that you're such a dirty slut for me?" he says, waggling his eyebrows. My blush deepens and I look back down at the menu, anywhere but at his face.
"Say it", he says, "Look at me and SAY. IT." The command in his tone makes my body burn and ache as I lift my eyes to his. His eyes are hard, having lost the amusement that was in them just a matter of seconds ago, and they are expectant.
I shudder as I whisper, "I'm a disgusting, cum-eating slut for you, Daddy."
The smirk that lights his mouth could literally kill me and I roll my eyes in response. Daddy chuckles. "What is it that my Babygirl wants to eat?", he asks, but before I can answer, with a sparkle in back in his eyes, Daddy says thoughtfully, "I think that from now on, when you want something to eat or drink, you will ask me for a mouth full of cum."
I blanche. "Every time?"
Daddy laughs. "Oh yes, Babygirl. Every. Time. For the rest of your life. So, what do you want to eat?"
I scowl a little, looking back at the menu. I lay the menu out flat on the table and point to the French Dip. "This, please."
"Try again, baby."
I glare at him as I say pointedly, "I would like a mouth full of cum, please" as I again point to the French Dip. Daddy's grin is broad.
The waiter, with impeccable timing, arrives at the table to take our orders. Daddy orders for me. He always does. But before the waiter leaves with our menus, I look up at him and ask sweetly, "Could we also get some vanilla ice cream?"
"Of course" he answers brightly, "I will have it brought out when you are finished with your entrees." Excusing himself, the waiter sets off to take our orders to the kitchen, and I am left again not sure of where to look. Daddy's eyes are still on me. I can feel them devouring me from across the table.
"My Babygirl likes to pretend she doesn't like this, but I know your pussy is dripping right now. Last night you cried and begged for me to be gentle when I took your little ass but I know you were pretending then too. My baby likes it rough. Likes it when it hurts. Likes to feel like a dirty, disgusting, depraved little bitch for Daddy."
I don't look up. He's right and he knows it. I say something again about the fact that anyone could hear us but he isn't phased. In fact, before I can protest, he's left his side of the booth and is sliding into the seat next to me. My eyes fly up and I make eye contact with a couple facing us a few booths away. Heat creeps from my cheeks to my neck and chest as I look away to make eye contact with the formidable man next to me. His hand comes up to wrap lightly around my throat, pinning my gaze to his, not allowing me to look away.
"Say 'I need an ass full of cum so I can suck it out and eat it.'" I am momentarily distracted by the logistics of that being physically impossible when I feel the pressure around my throat increase with the squeeze of his hand. "Let's hear it, baby."
I can still feel the gaze of the couple on us and I am desperate for Daddy to return to his seat and block them from view. I hold out as long as I can, on principle, but I finally whisper the words back to him. He kisses me then. Long and deep, far longer and deeper than is appropriate in public and I break the kiss desperate for air.
I can see the waiter approaching with our food as Daddy rises from my side of the booth and slides back into his. We eat in companionable silence but I can still feel Daddy's knowing eyes on me. He finishes eating long before I do and just watches me intently.
The waiter brings out a little dish of vanilla ice cream just as I finish the last bites of my food. I thank him graciously and pick up the spoon to start devouring the sweet treat when Daddy stops me.
"Before every single mouthful, I want to hear you say 'mouth full of cum.'"
So, he was serious about that. Jesus H. Christ. This man will be the death of me. I scoop up a spoonful of the sweet dessert and bring it to my lips. Making eye contact across the table, I slowly whisper "mouth full of cum" before sliding the spoon into my mouth. I pull out the spoon with a pop and return it to my mouth to lick it clean. Daddy's eyes flare with heat. I repeat that process over and over with each mouthful of ice cream until the dessert is gone and I'm squirming in my seat.
"Such a good girl", he praises. "Now, I want you to touch yourself under the table."
I freeze. Touch myself?! Here?! He can see my hesitation and his threat is clear: "Touch yourself now or I will come over there and do it myself."
I hesitate and he starts to rise so in a panic my hand slides between my legs and I began to apply pressure on my sensitive nub. I'm so nervous that someone will see what I'm doing that I begin to shake.
"Cum for me, slut. Now."
I rub my clit faster while still trying to be as discreet as possible. I close my eyes and let Daddy's words of encouragement wash over me. I'm so close already. Just as my climax begins to rise and crest, I hear the waiter's voice and my eyes pop open. I locked eyes with Daddy as I shudder with pleasure and he watches me. He listens to the waiter drone on about how he'll be our cashier this evening but his eyes don't leave mine. He watches me fall apart as the entire restaurant is oblivious to my debauchery and he grins.
I cover my face with my hands and laugh shakily. I can't believe I just did that.
Daddy stands and takes my hand leading me over to the cashier's desk to pay for our food. His hand falls down to squeeze my ass as our bill is paid and he guides me from the restaurant, leading me towards the doors leading towards our room.
