His car pulls up and the smile on my face is immeasurable, I have been excited to see my Daddy all week and I can't wait to hear him call me Daddy's dirty little girl again. Last week wasn't enough, not by far. I couldn't believe the shape I came home in, but couldn't have been happier. Daddy worked my pussy over good, made it hurt and gave me something to remember after he dropped me off at home. Every time I moved and sat down I thought of his beautiful cock being shoved into every hole I had for him. Wantonly, needful. Every kiss, every touch, every thrust of his fingers or tongue or cock was made with the purpose to please me as well as him, and please me he did, tenfold.
I slip into the car and he grabs the back of my head with a fist full of my hair and pulls me in for a breath taking kiss. My God, that kiss! He hadn't lied about his many talents, if he had been true about even half I would have been a delighted girl, but he hadn't lied about any, not a one. His tongue is as skilled as any finger on his hand and twice as mind blowing. Any reservations I might have had the first time seeing him melted away with that first kiss, just as he said it would. Once his mouth took mine, I was his.
He ate at my mouth, feeding the need we have both felt since the last time we saw each other. The need to remind me I was, His. His baby girl. His, dirty little girl. He was gentle with me the first time, but I knew he wasn't always going to be that way. I didn't want it to be. The thought brought a bigger smile to my face even as he pulled away. I open my mouth to say something to him and he stops me.
"Shh. Don't open that pretty little mouth. When you open it next it will be because my cock is going in, understand?"
His pretty blue eyes are bright and hungry. It sets me on fire when he looks at me this way. With the veil of promises to come hanging over his expression. Pressing my lips together and nod like a good girl and listen to my Daddy. A big grin creeps across his face and into his eyes and I know I have made him happy. "Good Girl." He whispers and turns back in his seat to face forward. I blush and grin putting on my seat belt. I want to tell him how happy I am to see him, but I behave and keep my mouth closed, every now and then looking over to Daddy concentrating on the road.
He is moving quickly through traffic, with single minded purpose. Not even talking himself, he seems as driven as the car is to get us back to his place. A tingle takes over at that thought and the memory of the last time I was there. Biting my bottom lip I squeeze my legs together feeling the tingle I was feeling turn into a heated wetness in my panties. He looks over at me as I smile and my cheeks turn pink and I let out a little giggle to see the smile that has curved his sexy mouth.
"I wonder what you're thinking. That look in your eyes again tells me it's something dirty, isn't it baby girl?"
His laugh fills my ears when I almost forget and open my mouth to say something before clasping my hands over my lips playfully. His hand slides over my leg, sliding up until his fingers are pressing against my needy sex making a moan escape my lips before I could stop it.
"That's my good girl. I have thought about that pretty mouth all week, and the way it looked when you choked on my cock. It made me hard every time; do you know that Baby girl?"
Remembering his order not to talk I shook my head biting my lip. I've thought about it, too, sometimes, not being able to think of anything else. There were times that first night I had seen him, as I lay in bed having a glass of wine I couldn't get the image of my lying between his legs as he pinned my hands down and fucked my face, out of my head. It had made me sigh and get wet every time I thought of it since then. He had been so patient and gentle, even wiping away my tears from my face afterwards. He had made me feel special; and beautiful just, as I had asked him to. Now I wanted to give him something back that would make him feel special. I squirm in my seat as his strong fingers press a little bit harder making a rush of pink cover my cheeks. His eyes never left the road, while I watched him. My eyes heavy lidded and my mouth slightly parted as my breathing picked up. He chuckled again with a sideways glance at me then taking his hand back to place on the wheel. I pouted but still, I said nothing. He knew what he did to me and he liked it. Liked knowing he had that power over me, and that I had given it to him freely. I smiled to myself watching him adjust how he was sitting, knowing that I knew he was just as hungry for me as I was for him. I was staring at him, watching his face as he drove when he looked at me and smiled. I wondered to myself if he knew how ruggedly handsome he was? Starting with his gorgeous blue eyes, framed by sexy glasses that made my pulse quicken to see him in; but more so when I saw him take them off, knowing what was coming next. He had a great smile that could melt my panties, and did, the first time he flashed it to me, though I could never tell him that.
That's all it had taken, that wicked smile...every time he watched my mouth move he would quirk that wicked smile. I couldn't tell if he had an oral fixation or if he just liked my mouth but every time he smiled the warmer I felt and the more I had wanted him to kiss me.
I found out later just how wicked those lips could be, only making harder to watch them now and not feel them on me. He pulled into his drive and turned the key shutting off the car.
"With me."
He gave a quick nod with the snap of his fingers and opened the car door. Quick like a bunny, I hopped out of the car without a word and followed him into the house.
"Put your things down and take off your shoes and follow me."
His words weren't warm but they weren't cold either. They were just directions to be followed, and following them gave me a thrill. I did as I was instructed and followed him up the stairs to his play room. As I step inside he is on me and I am pressed against the wall with his fists balled in my hair holding my head right where he wants me. I wouldn't move anyway, not for anything. I was right where I wanted to be, with him pressed up against my body with an aching hard on that he pressed into me. I let out a whimper and reached up to grab at his back. When he breaks the kiss he leans in closer brushing his lips against my ear and growls in a quiet rumble,
"I want you to take off your clothes and bend over the couch, legs spread apart."
I gasp at the need in his voice and the hard length pressed against me. I nod and he gives me another hard quick kiss before looking me in the eyes and smiling that wicked smile again.
"Good Girl."
I quickly shed my clothes except for my black over the knee socks that Daddy likes. When I bend over and lay my palms flat on the back and spread my feet apart I look over and see Daddy naked and stroking his beautiful cock. God, I love to watch him do that, and know he is looking at me, thinking of me. A deep flush runs over my skin at that realization. I'm naked standing here bent over for his man unable to hide my flaws, cover my insecurities and yet with just the gentle touch of his fingers down my spine I feel at peace. He has made me feel comfortable and safe from the first moment and I know he will not change that now by hurting me or harming me. I hang my head down and relish the feeling of his fingers caressing my skin. I can't help let out a sigh when his hand flattens and runs over the curve of my ass. This time it is him that lets of a tiny groan, and it makes my nipples hard to hear it.
"I'm going to spank you baby, ten whacks. I want you to count after each one, do you hear me?"
I could hear his voice but his fingers had dipped between my lips and were slowly twirling them around and around my clit making it hard to understand anything that he said. His hand withdrew and a quick rap came down on my behind to clear my head. I let out a little yelp but loved the feel of the quick sting that took over.
"Yes Daddy, count to ten."
"That's my good girl."
He stroked my head and kissed my shoulder before stepping back and leaving me alone to wait for the feel of the first blow. He didn't make me wait long.
Smack! "One." It wasn't so bad, but I knew he was just warming up.
"Do you know why you're getting a spanking baby girl?"
Smack! "Two. No Daddy."
I cried out a little but kept my head down to absorb the coming blows. His hand rubbed over the skin where I was sure it was pink.
Smack. "Three."
