This is the second in a series of stories (The Chronicles of Him and Her) based on the relationship of Charlotte and Evan that started with "Finally."
All of the participants of this are of legal age. This is a story from a particular segment of the BDSM community depicting a DaddyDom/babygirl (DD/bg) relationship. This is NOT a tale of incest!
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[Buzz...Buzz...Buzz]
She quickly reached over to silence the alarm before it woke Daddy. The clock glowed 5:30 AM. She quietly slipped out of bed, padded down the hall, and clicked on the coffee maker. She knew she had two hours before he had to be ready to leave for work, and she wanted everything perfect for him when he did.
The smell of coffee filled the kitchen as she took a juice box off "her" shelf. It strained under the weight of fruit punch juice boxes, pretzel goldfish crackers, and easy to open microwaveable bowls of ravioli. Those were her favorites. Things she could make herself while her Daddy was away. She grabbed a juice box, smiling as slurped the sweet liquid of the Hi-C into her mouth. Her mind raced to something else she wanted her mouth filled with, but those thoughts were banished quickly.
"Daddy first!" she quietly reminded herself, breaking the morning silence.
A quick shower warmed her body and revived her mind, readying herself for the day. The vanilla-scented body wash filled the shower with the scent of cookies as she lathered her firm breasts and smooth bare mound. She could feel her pussy ache and start to dampen as she washed herself, but she couldn't be distracted by her own needs. It was him she served,
Drying off with a fluffy white towel, she brushed her hair and tied it up in two pigtails high on her head. She slipped into a pair of My Little Pony panties and a simple white lace bra, then donned the pink flowered frock dress over top. The edge was just two inches below the bottom of her ass.
Looking in the mirror, and smoothing down her dress, she whispered "Perfect!"
Glancing at the clock, she saw it was 6:00 AM already; she popped a cinnamon raisin bagel into the toaster and, grabbing Daddy's favorite mug, she poured him his coffee with just the right amount of milk in it. Taking the tray down from the cabinet, she arranged the perfectly toasted bagel, his coffee, and a napkin.
"Now to go wake my Daddy up!" she said with a smile.
He rolled over in the bed when he smelled the coffee, followed by her scent. Peeking through half closed eyes, he pretended to be asleep. He loved playing this game with her in the morning. The alarm always woke him u,p but he would never tell her that. He loved hearing her quietly tip toe around, making him coffee and getting everything just right.
He quickly closed his eyes tight as he heard her gently place the tray on the bedside table. Her soft warm hands, slid along the bed, then she touched his face. This was his favorite best part. She leaned in and softly and gently kissed his lips.
"Time to wake up Daddy...it's morning." she giggled. That giggle. It turned him to mush every time, and she knew it.
He slowly opened his eyes, staring into her soft green grey eyes. Ever since that night, six months ago in the cafe, when he first laid eyes on them, they always caused him to stop and stare into them.
"Good morning, Kitten. Did you sleep well?" he asked as he stretched, reaching out to find him being handed his coffee. Sitting up, letting the covers fall so just his crotch was covered, he took a long sip. He loved seeing her standing there in the sunlight, the light causing her dress to become transparent. He felt his cock stir watching her. This was the other part of the morning he loved, too, watching her serve him.
"Yes, Daddy, I did very well. It helped you tucking me in and telling me the bedtime story about the little lost kitten," she answered softly and dreamily as she watched his body move under the thin sheet. She watched the outline of his thick cock flex and firm. She slid her hand down and began to massage his cock through the material, feeling it swell under her delicate hands. Looking up at him, her eyes filled with want.
His eyes closed again, the nodding in approval focusing on her attention. Her service of him. Leaning back against the headboard, he pushed her hand away, then slid the sheet off, exposing his rigid shaft. Her eyes looked down at his cock, head bowed in reverence and worship. Licking her lips, she leaned in and after kissing the very tip and let the head slip into her warm mouth. She moaned, thinking back to the shower and how much she needed to have him, to feel him in her, as she slurped him down. She felt his hands find her head then her pigtails, acting as handles, for him to guide and direct her mouth on him.
Her mouth was sucking not so much for his pleasure, but as a comfort for her, a reassurance that she was his. She enjoyed the security of his cock in her mouth; it made her feel loved and protected. He could feel the comfort, too, in her suckling, a confirmation that he was what she needed. That he was her Daddy. The more she sucked, the harder it got to delineate between the comfort and the passion. Her suction grew stronger and his cock went further down her throat. Sir was whispering in Daddy's ear now, wanting to reward his baby girl, his pet, with her own breakfast.
His hips began to thrust in and out of her soft mouth, her hands fondling his swollen balls under him. Her moans matched his, stroke for stroke. He could smell the mixture of the fresh smelling soap on her skin mixing with the scent of arousal emanating from between her legs. The smell was better, and more awakening, than the best coffee. He closed his eyes and relaxed his grip on her hair, just enjoyed the feel of her attending to his needs. The feel of her mouth, the sound of her moans and gentle slurping, made him thicken and engorge. He needed her now.
She felt his cock tremble and knew he was close. She closed her mouth tight around him, and sucked harder, needing to have his load fill her mouth. She craved the salty, heady taste of him. One last flick of her skilled tongue did it; she felt his balls in her hands tense, and his cry as his seed exploded. Sucking hard to ensure she captured it all, she felt it hit the back of her throat. She couldn't help but moan and slightly gag as she drank him down.
She began to lap the length of him, cleaning him up. Sliding up, she kissed him deeply, letting him taste not only her mouth but himself as well. Pulling back slightly, and wiping the corners of her mouth, she slowly and delicately sucked her fingers clean,
Giggling again and smiling at her now fully awaken Daddy, she cooed "Good morning, Daddy," and played with her pigtails.
"I have your breaky and coffee ready. I hope it's just how you like it." Knowing full well it was exactly as she knew it was. Her collar glinted in the sun as she stood to lay out his outfit for the day, his black pants perfectly ironed, a starched white shirt, and a pitch black tie. Hanging the outfit on the door hook, she left to get his lunch ready. She slipped out as he munched on the bagel and got ready for a shower.
She packed him his lunch: a ham sandwich, apple and his small bag of cookies. She also folded up a coloring page that she finished the previous night, adding a pink heart and 'love you Daddy' at the bottom of the page. She heard the shower turn on. Glancing at the clock, 6:35 AM, a naughty idea entered her mind. She quickly packed his sack lunch in his backpack along with his laptop and tiptoed into the bedroom.
Quickly undressing, she laid her dress over the chair, unhooked her bra, then peeled off her soaked cotton panties. As she snuck into the bathroom, the warm steam hit her. She slowly opened the glass shower door, startling him. "Hello again, Daddy," she purred. "I just wanted to make sure your back got all sparkly clean this morning."
"I'm sure you will do a fantastic job, little one," he said as he leaned forward, feeling the soaped up sponge start to massage his back. Her firm breasts rubbed against him, and he felt the nipples harden against his skin, the friction driving her wild, he knew. As she hooked the sponge on the rack, she began to rub his sides, then reaching to his front from behind. Her hands manipulating his already firming cock, she could hear him over the water, growling with the deep hunger she knew he had for her, and that excited her.
Those soft caressing hands pushed him again, reminding him that he was as much hers as she was his. He spun around and, looking deep in her eyes, barked "I need you NOW!"
The volume startled her, making her jump. That voice again she could feel as it shot through her whole body, making her blush and trickle from her pussy. She spun around quickly...bending at her waist and placing her hands on the cool stone wall behind her. She was offering her sex, as she had knew she needed to. She was his and of that she had no doubt.
He chuckled at how quickly his baby girl spun at such a simple phrase and how swiftly she presented herself to him. Lining his cock up to her entrance, he slid home. The place he belonged, the place he claimed as his own, every time. The sharp cry as he entered her with the force that he did made him bolder, wanting to go harder into her.
He needed to take her hard and deep. As he pumped in and out of her, feeling the hot water on his back and the hotter juices running down his cock, he grunted and moaned with each thrust. Hands wrapped in her hair, pulling it back, he saw the contorted face of passion on her face.
Her eyes begged for her own release, but she knew he must cum first. She loved the feel of him pounding into her, the force driving her to that space her mind occupied when she was at this level of ecstasy. The sudden flood of his orgasm deep inside her yanked her back. As her name was screamed as he came, she felt him empty into her, filling her with his hot cum.
"OH, GOD, Daddy, PLEASE may I cum?!" she begged, her cries echoing off the walls.
In his own afterglow, he moaned, "Yes, baby girl, Cum! Cum for your Daddy!" With that command, her face rigid in a silent scream as she felt her body take over, shivering and convulsing, her pussy milked his cock for every drop. He caught her in his arms as her trembling legs gave way, scooping her up and holding her as he managed to turn the water off.
Wrapping a towel around her, he lead her to the bed, hearing her quiet murmurs as she retreated into subspace. Laying her on the bed, he tucked the warm blankets around her and, seeing the clock was at 7:15, knew he had a few moments to lay with her, and comfort her. As he reclined next to her, he felt her arms find his torso, and they wrapped around his body. He softly spoke to her, listening to her moans and whimpers in reply. Soon she came back to her daddy.
"Daddy? Aren't you going to be late for work?" she asked as she stretched and regained her place in the world.
"I'm alright, kitten. You are the one I needed to make sure was OK first," he softly answered and leaned in to kiss her forehead. His hand pushed a stray hair from her face, before he slipped out of bed, stretching. He watched as she looked his naked body over as he raised his hands to the ceiling. Her eyes hungrily looked at his flaccid cock.
Chuckling out loud, "Baby girl, I really do have to go to work, and you have your volunteer work at the library. Get my cock out of your mind...for now."
