**She has been looking forward to this day for so long...then why is she so nervous?**
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She sat in her car, looking at the house she was parked in front of. There was an excited fluttery feeling running through her. She and Daddy had finally found a weekend to meet, after months of texting, phone calls and some very dirty video calls.
She had shared some of her deepest desires and kinks with him and he seemed to embrace every single one. He had been so kind, always checking in with her to see how her day was, and letting her know when his life was getting busy. She knew this would be a wonderful happy weekend, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to get out of the car.
It didn't look like anyone was waiting for her to come for the door, so she checked her hair and makeup for what seemed like the 50th time. Everything about her was just what he had asked for, not too dolled up but not too simple, wearing what she felt most comfortable in as per his request, a simple flared skirt with a spaghetti strap tank top.
She was so lost in trying to figure out how to work up the courage to get out of the car that she didn't notice someone had come out of the house. Her phone buzzed from the seat beside her, and she saw his name on the screen.
'Hi. Nice blue car.'
She glanced through the window and saw him standing on the walkway of the house, smiling at her. How long had he been there? She felt foolish, sitting here primping while he waited. He was so patient... he must have thought she was so full of herself. Sighing, knowing that texting him back would look even more snobbish, she grabbed her keys, tucked her phone into her bag, and stepped out of the car.
She walked around the car to the sidewalk as he walked towards her. Damn, it sure felt good to be smiled at like that. He looked exactly the same as their video chats, just as handsome and comfortable in his own self, except he looked so much more confident now.
She hesitated, and he stepped forward, close enough to touch her if he reached forward, but he didn't. They both stood there for a fraction of a second, and then he opened his arms for a hug and said "May I?"
She didn't answer, just stepped forward so that he could wrap his strong arms around her. She felt her bag drop onto the walkway as her arms circled around him of their own accord, and they both sighed slightly. He smelled good, he felt warm and secure and strong, and she felt like this was exactly where she wanted to be.
He was the first to loosen the hug, but slid his arms down hers and held her hands loosely.
"Care to come in?" He nodded his head towards his house.
"Of course." She answered softly. He let go of one of her hands and she used it to pick up her bag. He led her forward into the house, not letting go of her hand as they removed their shoes, she tucked her bag onto a shelf by the door, and walked into a sitting room.
She gasped.
On the low table on one side of the room was a spread of every single thing she'd ever mentioned was her favourite. The chocolate she swore removed all her stress. Her favourite wine, cider, and even a bottle of blueberry juice, a random favourite. Snacks, bubble bath, and a burning candle that was filling the room with her favourite scent.
He smiled at her giddy reaction. "I wanted you to be relaxed. This doesn't have to be anything other than what you want to enjoy, so have at it." He gestured to the table. She stepped forward, nibbled on a chocolate (yep, it definitely was stress reducing) and stood there, looking at all the goodies. She noticed he had come to stand beside her.
"You seem..."
She cut off his answer.
"Nervous? Excited? Maybe I'm excitedly nervous. Or nervously excited. Both? Ahh, I babble when I'm nervous. Sorry."
He smiled softly.
"It's okay baby girl, you be you."
"I want to thank you for all this," she pointed at the table. "But words don't seem enough."
Maybe it was the chocolate or maybe it was his kindness, or the fact that she knew deep down she really wanted him. She stepped forward, pressing her body against his, and whispered "How about a thank you kiss?"
He tipped his head down towards her.
"Yes please."
Their lips met for the first time, and they both instantly relaxed and got intensely excited. Their mouths fit perfectly together, and she sighed slightly as she pulled him closer. She tapped his lips with her tongue, and he opened them. He moaned softly as she slid her tongue into his mouth, and she felt herself being lifted off the ground as he danced his tongue around hers.
She was glad the chemistry she felt between them over all those chats was even hotter now, and it was getting harder to feel her nerves getting the best of her.
"Fuck." He whispered as his mouth left hers and he set her gently on the floor again.
"Was that okay... Daddy?"
At the mention of his name, she looked up into his eyes and held her gaze solid. She saw a mischievous but strong look cross his handsome face.
"Oh baby girl, you have no idea how good that was. Now.. what was it that meme you sent me said?"
He pulled out his phone and had it open to a photo so fast she was pretty sure he'd planned this move.
"Oh yes." A wicked grin crossed his face.
"How do I politely ask him to slam me up against a wall and make me his?" He lowered his phone.
"Well, baby girl? You know I want it, and I know you want it." His voice took on an edge of commanding sexiness. "Say the words, baby." He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face to look up at him.
"Daddy..."
He took a step towards her, putting his leg between hers and forcing her to step back so that he wouldn't knock her over.
"Will you..."
He slid one hand around both her wrists, clasping them together. He took another step forward, this one a bigger stride. She was backing up quickly now.
"Please..."
With his other hand, he gripped her hip steered her backwards even more.
"Make me..." Her last word was cutoff as she felt the sturdy wall knock into her back. He took her silence as his chance to act. Pressing her hands above her head, he used them to push all of his body into hers. His hand squeezed her hip as his head dipped down and he kissed her neck. She felt herself gasp slightly, she loved neck kisses. His mouth trailed along her collarbone, back up to her neck, and down her chest. She didn't realize how badly she wanted his mouth all over her. He removed his hand from her hip and with one finger, slid the strap of her tank top off her shoulder.
"Mine!" He growled as he captured her skin with his mouth. He repeated the strap move on her other shoulder.
"All mine."
His lips danced from one collarbone to the other, all the while keeping her hands pinned above her head.
"You smell so good. Your skin is so soft. You taste so good already." He murmured between kisses.
She felt a small sigh of pleasure escape her lips. That sound seemed to cause him to accelerate, his kisses getting stronger. His free hand pressed into her thigh and slid her skirt up, pressing her lower back into the wall even harder.
He lifted his head and pressed his forehead against hers.
"I'm going to unwrap your beautiful body now, baby girl. I want you so bad, and I'm going to have you. You're mine, all mine."
His lips met hers again, but this time there was only hot intensity, no hesitation.
He lifted his hand from hers, but when she went to slide her hands back down, he muttered something like "uh uh" against her mouth and she kept them still.
"Stay just like that." He muttered in between kisses. It was a command, not a request.
His hands moved so fast, she barely felt anything. Her top was tugged down to her waist, her light pink nipples already hard with excitement. He kept pulling on the top, pushing it over her skirt, and he felt him loosen that too, so both of her pieces of clothing were quickly puddled on the floor around her feet.
"Nothing underneath, just like I asked. You're such a good girl." He smiled at her, then stepped back to admire his baby girl. She felt sexy under his gaze, wishing he would put his hands and mouth back on her body.
"Daddy? Please? I need to feel you again." She tried to push her tits out as she said it, to get his attention.
"Please, Daddy?" She slid one leg up the other, bending at the knee and sticking her hip out. He smirked at her little dance, then without a word, reached up to her hands and brought them down. Clasping them both just as he did outdoors earlier, he turned and led her down to a room with soft lights and a huge bed covered in thick soft blankets.
