Sad Kitten Needs Her Daddy

All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.

I had stayed home from work to take a mental health day. I had gotten some hard news and couldn't stop crying. Daddy said I should stay home and take care of myself. So, with his permission, I didn't feel bad and stayed in bed. At least I could cry in the privacy of our home and not at work.

I looked around at our room and thought again about how lucky I was. We each had our own nightstand. Mine was usually a mess, cluttered with odds and ends. Daddy's was always neat and he placed his phone, ring, necklace, and bracelet in the same place every night. He was always so organized and structured. The rack on the wall which held our toys was organized by color and size, an array of beautiful floggers, paddles, and crops. I absolutely couldn't believe this man was mine.

The dogs got up and padded to the door, signally Daddy was home, which was odd since it was only 12:30 and he normally doesn't come home at lunch. I immediately scrambled out of bed and tried to look presentable as I met him at the door with the dogs. He beamed that incredible smile at me and wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I started crying again, feeling his strong arms cradling me as I dripped tears onto the front of his T-shirt. I felt safe every time he hugged me and knew I could let go anytime I needed to.

He kissed the top of my head while smoothing my hair. Then, he lifted my chin with his fingers and gave me a small yet electrifying kiss before wiping my tears away.

"I hate to see you cry Kitten. What do you need?"

I wiped my nose on my sleeve and smiled up at him.

"Just hold me, please. I'm so happy to see you, Daddy. How come you're not at work?"

"I wanted to check on my Kitten and surprise you. I took the rest of the day off so I could be here if you needed me."

I started to tear up again. He's so incredible all the time. I didn't ask him to come home because I know work is important to him. However, he knew I needed him to be with me, even without me saying it. He always knows and I am always grateful for that.

He started to rub my shoulders and my back, my head pressed back against his chest, and breathed in his scent. I felt myself starting to calm down and my breath returning to normal. He kissed my head again and I shuddered, sinking further into him, feeling him support me.

He turned my face up again and wiped my tears away. He kissed my lips, then my nose, then my cheek. He nuzzled his face in my hair and I tightened my grip on his back, slowly scratching around to his waist. I felt his breath and lips graze my ear as he kissed it. Then he started to kiss my neck moving lightly down to my shoulders and inching his way achingly slow back up to my ear. I broke out in goosebumps and could only manage shallow breaths. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard he could probably feel it.

"Does my Kitten need a release? Would that make her feel better?" his voice sounded so silky in my ears; it sounded like there was almost a purr to it. His words coated every part of me and my knees went weak causing him to keep me upright. I felt him smile in my hair.

He let me go and I felt cold and sad again. He ran his hands down my arms and took my hand in his, leading me towards our bedroom. Since I knew what was about to happen, I started stripping off my clothes on the way, teetering on the edge of excitement.

Wearing only my panties, he sat me down on the edge of the bed. Standing in front of me, he started to remove his clothes, letting me watch. With every layer he removed, my panties became damper. I loved looking at him. When he took his pants off and his cock sprung to life in front of me, my mouth instantly started to water. I needed to be on my knees in front of him desperately. He saw my gaze had stopped traveling all over his body and was now fixated on one spot.

"Do you want Daddy in your mouth little girl?" again, his voice was so soft and loving, not his usual gruff tone when he was ready to devour me.

I got down on my knees in front of the side of the bed and looked up at him, eyes still swollen and my nose still red from crying. He walked up to me and ran a hand through my hair and down the side of my face, his thumb stopping to rub my bottom lip and slowly drag it down. I shuddered again and met his eyes.

"You're so perfect Kitten." It's almost like he knew I was struggling with how I must look, a mess. But, as always, he knew exactly what to say.

"Open up for Daddy little one."

I instantly did as I was told and was rewarded with his thick cock in my mouth. I sucked and licked it like it was the first or last time I would ever experience it. I moaned as I felt his hands in my hair, lightly tugging but still gentle like he was afraid he would break me if he touched me too hard. He let me take my time as I continued to move faster, stroking his cock with my hand and my mouth at the same time. I could feel the spit start to drip down my chin, coating his balls. He was moaning so loud but still not being forceful like I usually experienced. He was reserved in his own way.

He tugged my hair slightly and pulled me off him, saliva stretching from the head of his cock to my lips in one long string. I wanted to feel him fill my mouth again so much that I instinctively pouted and looked up at him.

"Kitten...you know that's not fair and it's not going to work this time. Bend over the bed please." again, his tone wasn't the one I was used to, hard as steel, with forceful purpose. It was soothing but still commanding. I let it wash over me for another moment before complying with his request.

I bent over the bed and waited for what felt like hours. All of a sudden, I felt his fingertips softly and slowly run down the length of my back. Sometimes, he used his nails but even then it was oh so light. He ran his fingers up from the backs of my knees and over my hips, gliding down my back again. I was shivering under his touch and mewing like any kitten would. I was in heaven and agony at the same time. I could tell my panties were soaked through and I couldn't stop trying to push back against him, feel him rub me through the sheer fabric.

He knew what I wanted and suddenly, he tore my panties to shreds like a predator ripping into his prey. I gasped and braced for what was coming, but it didn't. He went back to stroking and lightly scratching my back again, torturing me with a sweetness I've never known in the bedroom.

"Daddy...please! Please I can't take it anymore!" I was breathless, panting as his touch, so feather-light continued its tender assault.

I thought I would get what I wanted. I thought he'd ram into me with such force I would rock forward on the bed. That didn't happen. Instead, his hands wrapped around me and he began to tug at my nipples while planting soft kisses on my shoulders and back.

"God you smell so amazing," I heard him breathe in my scent before a new onslaught of kisses began and he started to roll my nipples in between his expert fingers.

"Daddy, I can't wait. Please, please don't make me wait anymore!"

He stood up, dragged his hands down my back, and pushed into me so slowly I thought I was going to explode into a million pieces at the tenderness of it all. His strokes were light but deep, filling me up with each rhythmic thrust. I cried out as I felt his hand in my hair, pulling my neck back ever so slightly.

"That's it, Kitten. Let go for Daddy. Never forget you're mine."

I thought I was going to break apart, my orgasm so close by this new intimacy we were sharing. He was being tender and his praise was exactly what I needed to push my head out of the fog and surrender to submission. Surrender to being cared for. Surrender to being loved.

"Oh god, Daddy please don't stop. Please, please, please."

I felt him grip my hips and slam into me. Once, twice, three times. Hard, stabbing my cunt over and over again. I snapped my head back, tears welling in my eyes from the emotional release I so desperately needed, and growled, cumming harder than I think I ever have, tightening my grip on his cock with my tight pussy. I continued to clench rhythmically, coaxing him to flood me with his cum.

"Oh god Kitten, get ready for all of Daddy's cum!" he was yelling now, unable to keep control as I milked him relentlessly. I felt him flood my pussy, still clenching over and over again, determined to get every drop of the cum that belongs to me. I needed it.

He collapsed onto my back, his breath coming in gasps next to my ear. I felt him smile into my hair again and he ran his fingers through my hair again.

"Into bed little girl. I want to hold you in my arms until you fall asleep. I know you haven't napped yet today and you need to sleep, even if it's just for a little while."

He helped me stand up enough to roll onto my side of the bed and brought the covers up over my shoulders. He slid in behind me, nuzzling his cock between my legs, coated in our orgasm. He wrapped his powerful arms around me again and nuzzled into my neck, planting random kisses on my shoulders, constantly praising me, telling me he was proud of me, and how much of a good girl I was. That he loved me and would always take care of me. I melted into him and felt my eyelids getting heavy. The relief I felt was overwhelming and it began to drag me down into peaceful sleep.

"Sleep well my Kitten. I adore you so much."

"Mmmm. Thank you, Daddy. I adore you endlessly."