Stanley's Point of View
I looked at her grimly. It has been a long while since me and my precious little princess had done any play that gave her what she badly needed. I can tell that she is getting frustrated, upset even. Something inside me clenches so hard just at the thought of my princess' unhappiness, yet I am just as certain of my words and hers, the agreement we made without any doubt. Not until by her expression now, by the looks of it, she would beg. Now or later, but not longer than tomorrow. We'll see.
Eight Days Ago
"Daddy, I want to have a deal with you. Can we make a deal, Daddy please?" I looked at my baby girl. She looks so determined and tried her best to appear serious, for she indeed is. It's just her cute and innocent, harmless face that makes her look like she's begging for me and a cre mpie, all the f cking time.
"Hmm," I watch her fiddle with her fingers, probably 'manifesting' my answer. "Why would I agree with that?" I dropped the paperwork I was doing and turned my swivel chair to face her, making her flinch.
She's only that brave when I am not facing her, eh? Adorable.
"W-Well..." she stuttered, trailing off for what seemed like a loss for words.
Just as--
"I know I told Daddy that whenever I want something, I should do anything to earn it. Daddy is giving me so many playtimes, cuddles, favors, presents, and surprises, so it would be too greedy for me to ask for more." She blabbered almost inaudibly, good thing that I am used to it. She worries a lot and she used to blabber a lot as well, having me help her work for it for clearer communication.
My expression remained unfazed as I study her language, verbal and body. I did not show any disapproval and that's a cue to urge her.
She heaved a breathe for another blurt of her blabbers. "There is this new season for Happy Meal, limited edition and I want to get the most of those before the season ends. Daddy does not allow me to have fast food more than once a month but I really really want the toys! Can I have those toys, Daddy please?" She squeaks and nervously glanced at my expression.
Her knees are trembling. She is not afraid, I will never make my baby feel afraid around me. She is contemplating whether to kneel to convince me more, but she knows better than to let me see her graze her precious knees to the filth of the floor.
"What are you willing to do in exchange for the toys, then?" I finally rumbled out, her cherry shade lips protruding as she thinks. Nah-uh, not gonna work.
"Anything?" Wrong. Answer.
My left brow raised and she immediately knew her mistake. My princess then impulsively waved through the air, as if erasing what she had just said. Cute.
"No, no! I am sorry, Daddy, I mean, I am very very willing to do what Daddy wills! Should Daddy make me eat bitter gourd, I would! Without sugar, even! For ten days! Straight!" She enthusiastically offered which made me chuckle.
She despises bitter gourd so much, but to have her offer that, those toys must be so unique for her.
"Ten days, you say? Why is it so?" I pressed and her pout lingered. She thinks that I am agreeing to her having to eat bitter gourd without sugar.
"Because... there are ten toys in the set. One day, one toy?" She giggled at her witty explanation, as if she is already getting what she wanted, by her way.
"Come here." Her face brightened even more. Ah, angel.
She quickly went towards me and sat on my left leg, leaning on my side and shrinking herself to mine, seeking my warmth.
She smelled of freshly picked strawberries, so sweet, and a delicate sakura in her prime.
I wrapped my left arm around her waist, providing warmth and comfort, then planted my palm over the cloth of her small tummy.
"Baby.." I whispered on her ear and felt her shiver, her breathing hitched as she looked up at me, her eyes suddenly sleepy.. and hungry. Thirsty.
F ck.
"Daddy?" She responded in her sweetest, without her intentionally putting effort.
"Do you really want those toys?" I inquired to make sure, my hand sneakily making it's way inside her -- my -- hoodie, sensually groping her tiddies and playing with her peak.
She squirms underneath me and nodded vigorously, fighting the clouding thoughts. "Yes, Daddy, please!"
"Yes, Daddy, please what, baby girl?" I taunted, gently pulling and twisting her bud as she opened her mouth to speak, only to end up releasing soft mo ns.
"T-Toys. Ha.." she breathes heavily, "happy m-meals.. Daddy plea--" she gasped when her legs were suddenly parted, my right hand in between, exposing her wet drawers.
"The princess will get what she wants." I stated and poked her clothed entrance, making her buck her hips, "but not what she needs, until she does not want what she wanted anymore. Deal?"
I moved her panties to the middle of her core and grabbed it by the waistline, pulling to make the fabric rub against her wetness. It is so sticky that I felt the need to lap her up.
"Ah! Deal!" I carried her and layed her on the the desk to seal the deal.
Present Time
Eight toys and eight days without org sm and intercourse for her have passed. She shows her extreme gratefulness for every toy but her whining and sulking for every org sm denial comes right after.
"Daddy?" She stirred from her slumber and immediately called for me when she did not feel my arms wrapped around her as she woke up, not even opening her eyes to look for me, knowing that I am just around. Always.
"Daddy is here, baby." I confirmed my presence and carried her so she was sitting on my lap.
She instinctively hid her face on the crook of my neck, hoping to continue her slumber.
"I... I dreamed about something, Daddy." She whispered after a while, releasing a small whimper as I gently squeezed her waist, urging her to go on.
"I dreamt that Daddy was playing with me in my sleep, but because I was sleeping, I cannot come even if I needed to. Even in my dream, Daddy is so cruel." She sulks and sobbed dramatically.
Ah, my baby is already this energetic to play around first thing in the morning.
"How sure is my baby that that was a dream?" I asked and gently pried her legs open, making her realize that she is not wearing anything underneath my hoodie that she claimed hers.
"I..." She nuzzled her face on my neck to refocus.
"You?" I inquired furthermore, slowly rubbing her pearl.
"I concede. I don't want toys anymore, I want... need Daddy to make me come. Can I, Daddy, please?"
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