Daddys Little Girl Needs Help

"You look stressed out."

My boyfriend's voice floats over to me, swirling into the background of my day. I'm on my second--third--fourth cup of coffee, my fingers threatening to shake from the caffeine. And yet, I'm barely getting anything done.

"...Did you hear me?"

I hold up a finger as I finish typing a sentence. It's been like pulling teeth all morning, my brain still so sluggish from the night before. I'd always struggled with being a bit of an insomniac, either being unable to sleep because my brain wouldn't turn off or unable to sleep because I was being plagued with nightmares. And while I'd learned long ago to accept that my brain hated me, I could never figure out why it hated my body, too.

What was the point of me being tired all the time?

"Just...one...more...thing..." I trail off, my eyes stuck on my screen. "Wait. Fuck. Did I just type the same thing twice in a row--"

Suddenly, my laptop snaps shut right in front of me.

"Hey! What the hell--" I finally look up at him, my expression narrowing. "I was right in the middle of that document--"

"You literally have auto-save turned on all the time."

"Still. You could've gotten my fingers!"

"You have incredibly fast reflexes." He grins. "It's impressive, really."

I cringe away from the compliment, my usual response.

With an eyebrow raised, he continues, "What's going on with you today? Something on your mind?"

Shit.

Here came the part where I had to tell him that my brain simply does not

work

. I'd somehow managed to hide that fact from him for a long enough time, pretending to be functional whenever we went out together, whenever he came over. But a few weeks ago his lease was up at his place and we decided it was time to try cohabitation. After a rather quick move-in period, things felt like they were snapping perfectly into place.

Except for the fact that I was still tossing and turning at night. It felt worse because he could fall asleep so easily, drifting off into it as soon as the lights were turned off. Sometimes, I'd watch him, envious about the simplicity of it--

"Princess. Come back to me." I could feel his palm gently cupping my jaw. At the same time, something warm bloomed in my stomach. "Where did you just go?"

"Uh..."

"That's not an answer, princess." He leans even closer to me. "Try using a complete sentence."

"I didn't go anywhere," I lie. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Am I sure that I'm fine?"

"Are you sure that you want to lie to me?" He sighs, his gaze lingering on mine. "Is that what good little girls do? Lie to their Daddy?"

Daddy.

My thoughts instantly turn fuzzy at the word, the littlest part of me threatening to surface. "I wasn't--I'm not--"

"There you go again. Not using your words." He moves away from me, his hands reaching out for mine. "Come with me."

"But I need to make more progress on--"

"Daddy's just going to put you down for a nap. That's all." His smile is warm. "And then, you can get back to it. Okay?"

"I can't."

"Because?" He presses a soft kiss against the back of my hand. "You're in a rebellious mood, princess? Because you hate making your Daddy happy?"

"Of course, I want to make my Daddy happy." Tears were threatening to fall from my eyes, emotion coursing through my chest. "But I can't. Yes, I'm very tired. No, I can't do anything about it like a normal person. That's just not how my brain works, okay?"

"...I know." His response is quiet.

"You know? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I know you, princess. I know how hard it is for you to get to sleep." He softly pulls me out of my office chair, so we're both standing up. "I can tell when you're tired and just trying to push through. And I can tell when you've been up since 3AM. I've spent a lot of time with you, you know. You think I haven't been keeping track of you?"

"Stalker," I joke. "Have you been keeping research journals on me or something too?"

He smirks. "Kind of. At least enough to notice a pattern."

"A pattern--Daddy!" He quickly pulls me towards our bedroom, cutting me off mid-sentence. A few seconds later, and my back is on our mattress, landing with a soft thud. I open my mouth to speak again but my words are cut off by Daddy's lips pressing against mine. He casually sets himself on top of me, his chest meeting mine too.

And then, I feel his hand shifting down between us, not stopping until his fingers are resting outside my panties, ghosting over my clit through the fabric.

"Do you know what I noticed about you, princess?" He keeps his voice low. "The only time you seem to ever get any rest is after Daddy has fucked you senseless."

I whimper at the revelation. "No--that's not--"

"Are you

really

about to lie to me again, princess?"

"I'm not that needy!" I blurt out, unable to stop myself. "I don't need--you don't have to always do that for me, Daddy. I can...take care of myself."

"Yeah? And how's that worked out for you, little one?" He slips his fingers underneath the fabric of my panties, now rubbing my clit in small circles. "A little girl like you trying to take care of herself without her Daddy...doesn't seem like such a good idea."

I whimper again, this time because my clit is throbbing at Daddy's touch, my pussy getting wetter by the second. "Daddy..."

"Yes, princess?" He easily slides two fingers inside of me, causing my abdomen to clench tight. "Is there something you wanted to say?"

He doesn't wait for me to respond before he starts pumping those same fingers inside of me, steadily thrusting them in and out. I can feel a pressure building as he does, my body getting warmer and warmer. My nipples turn into sensitive little buds underneath him, now aware of the way my shirt slides against my skin with his every motion. I groan as my Daddy expertly plays with my pussy, turning me into a helpless, little puddle.

"You're so fucking wet for Daddy, princess. There's my perfect, needy little girl--"

"I'm not needy!" I could hear the change in my tone, my little girl voice, so light and soft.

Daddy laughs in response. "You're such a bad liar, little one."

Before I can say anything else, he's shifting down towards my hips. He gingerly pulls my panties down to my ankles, soon pressing his tongue directly against my clit. I instinctively squirm away from the sensation, my clit already so sensitive from all the attention he's been giving my pussy. He grabs my thighs in return, forcing me to stay in place as he slides his tongue up and down my slit, tasting me deep.

"Daddy..." I feel myself getting so close, my legs slightly shaking. "Daddy...if you keep doing that I'm going to..."

I close my eyes in preparation for the orgasm, my body nearly buzzing with it...

But it never comes. Instead, I feel Daddy move away from my hips, his chest coming back up towards mine.

"Wait. What?" I pout, unable to stop the expression. "But I was so close, Daddy--"

"You don't trust me, princess?" He playfully pouts, too. "You don't think I know exactly what I'm doing?"

He lifts up my shirt, then, his mouth closing around one of my nipples. He drags his tongue across the bud and I can't help but moan for him, my pussy clenching as I do. As he plays with my nipple in his mouth, he reaches a hand across my chest, his fingers soon finding my other nipple, too. He rubs one nipple in small circles as he licks at the other, perfectly teasing me, my body tensing up with excitement, my pussy practically drenched for him.

Fuck. I'm about to come.

Before I can cross that line, Daddy stops again, his mouth and hand moving away from my chest.

"No!" I cry out. "Daddy! Don't stop!"

"Why not?" He shrugs as he looks at me. "You're not needy, right, princess? You're not a little girl who needs her Daddy's help coming? You can handle it

yourself

since you're such a big girl."

A dam breaks inside of me, all of my emotions bubbling to the surface. I can feel tears streaming down my cheeks as I speak. "But I don't want to be needy with you, Daddy."

"And why not, little one?"

"Because if I need too much you might...leave." I sniffle between my words. "Who wants to be with someone who can't even get to sleep without...all of this? You'll get tired of me if it's like this every time."

There's a moment of silence between us. I look away from him, certain that he's about to realize what I'm saying is true and decide to call it quits, right then and there. I brace myself for the worst, begging myself to stop crying, to try and get it together so we can at least have a final conversation without me weeping through it--

"Daddy! Fuck!" I shout, as he unexpectedly slides himself inside of me. He has the biggest cock of any guy I've ever been with, always filling my pussy up to the brim. I usually have time to breathe through him pushing inside of me, but without warning, there's a perfect balance of sharp pain followed by delicious pleasure. It's a dizzying, delightful sensation, only getting stronger as he starts to move, his huge cock pressing in and out.

"Daddy..." I moan, pressure building fast behind my abdomen, pressure building fast across my whole body. I reach up to touch either side of his face...

But he grabs onto my wrists, forcefully pinning them against the bed. "How do you still not understand, little girl?"

"Understand what, Daddy?"

"That you're mine. That I own you," he replies. "I own every part of you, princess, including every bit of your neediness, too. Don't you ever try to hide a part of you away from me, ever again, little one. Do you understand me?"

I shakily nod, unable to get my thoughts together verbally, Daddy's thrusting putting me on the verge of seeing stars.

"I'm going to need you to tell me that you understand me, princess." His hips pick up speed as he speaks, moving against me harder and faster. "Tell me that you understand that you're my little girl and all your Daddy wants in this world is to take care of you."

"Daddy, I can't think when you're--Daddy!" He readjusts himself enough to slide a hand between us, his fingers playing with my clit as he continues fucking me hard and deep.

"What was that, princess?"

"I'm your little girl!" I whine underneath him, as I start to shudder with an orgasm, my pussy tightening around his shaft. "I'm all yours! I'm yours!"

"Look at me when you're coming for me, princess."

I force myself to look up at him, brain and body overloading with pleasure as my veins light up from within. He doesn't stop fucking me as I'm coming, doesn't stop playing with my clit. I'm crying again, overwhelmed by all of it, by all of him. I can't believe how lucky I am to have a Daddy like him, to have found someone who wants each and every part of me.

A few moments later and Daddy is coming, too, pumping into me so hard that it shakes our bed. He rests his head against mine, afterwards, our chests breathing heavy, moving in time. I close my eyes, then, just for a moment, letting my body settle after coming so hard for Daddy...

But when I open them again, it's dark outside our bedroom window.

"Oh, my God. How long was I out?!" I scramble to put my clothes back on and head back to my office--

Wait.

Something feels different. For starters, I'm not tired like I was earlier. In fact, it actually feels like I might be...

Pretty well rested...

I look at the dresser next to our bed, now noticing a handwritten note. I pluck it off the dresser, eagerly reading along:

Daddy's off to work.

I'll see you tonight for round 2, little one.

You might want to get some work done before then...

"Round 2?!" I groan, as I rush off to my office, knowing good and well that it's not an empty threat. It also turns out that needing to get my work done before Daddy comes back home is a fantastic motivator, my thoughts coming in clear and so much faster than before. I smile to myself as I finish up the document I'd been working on, just as I hear Daddy's key turning in the door to our apartment.

If I'm going to be up all night tonight, it won't be because I'm tossing and turning, unable to get to sleep.

My Daddy is going to make sure of that.