Playing with Fire

We get out of the car. Daddy bends down to check if my shoelaces are tight and ready for the long hiking journey ahead of us. A leaf falls on his head and remains nestled on his hair. I pick it up and make a wish, willing the universe to make it come true through the force of my hand until it crumples and the sharp points dig into my palm. I unfurl my hands as daddy gets up and we both watch the fragmented pieces get lost in the wind.

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'You need to relax and let it go,' daddy says.

I've been getting really stressed at work, coming home each day with my eyebrows more furrowed than the day before. He noticed, even though my eyebrows immediately jump up in excitement when I see him and I hurl myself into his arms. And every time, he has to gently extricate me from him when he can't breathe anymore.

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His hands tighten around my shoulders, pulling back slightly to inspect me and makes sure my jacket is zipped up. He nods as a silent sign of satisfaction.

'Come on princess. Follow daddy's lead.'

The evening sun draws long shadows of our bodies. Daddy's shadows are soft in the edges and a stark contrast to his sure, definitive steps. The gravel crunches under his boots, nature's symphony playing the shaker for me. I take my first step, alternating with his heavy ones. I try my best to keep the rythm going.

We wander deeper into the hiking trail and the orange sky gets obscured by shades of green and brown. Daddy moves particularly large branches apart to let me pass through unscathed by their prickly fingers like he's jealous of anything else touching me. Every time I brush past him I feel like a matchstick being pushed against the matchbox, lighting on fire.

Along the way, daddy makes me drink water and doesn't let me stop until he thinks I've had enough. The water does nothing to dampen the blush that tinges my cheeks as I feel him watching me, not letting a single movement of my lips and throat go unnoticed.

Daddy lets me go first whenever we reach rocky areas that require careful scaling. His eyes hold me safe but they also bore into me from behind and push my hips to sway for him. I bend and fold into origami like shapes - each movement a different masterpiece as I scale the hill in sections. One being my hips jutting out. Another with my ass presented in the air. Yet another crouched down, with my ass straining my pants and hands moulded around the rocks. All snapshots taken out of his fantasies. The flickers of the fire inside me moves in time with the wind, only spreading it further instead of extinguishing it.

Every time we take a break to catch our breaths, we also catch the ever changing sky gradate from the orange, purple and magenta of the sunset to the navy blue of the night. I smile every time.

'Good girl,' he says when he watches me enjoy myself. And every time he kisses my cheek, which is pulled taught from smiling harder in response to his praise. My chest warms, almost like the warm colours from the sky are resting in me for the night.

When we reach the top, daddy and I make a fire. He is only satisfied once it starts roaring like the fire crackling loudly inside me. If only he knew we don't need a fire because I have one. One that's more important and that he should tend to instead.

Daddy heats up some water in a pot until the water roars with the fire too.

'Undress, baby girl. It's time to get cleaned up.'

Finally! I take off the layers, hoping that this will make it easier for him to spot the fire. He wipes me down with a cloth, not missing a single spot, including my pussy. He wipes away all my wetness. Ugh, that was for him and now it's wasted.

'Can I wipe you down, daddy?' I ask. He nods and I soak the cloth in the warm water, which feels ice cold against my heated skin.

I wipe him all over too, trying my best not to miss a single spot. He puts his hand over mine.

'Like this, baby,' he says as he helps me move harder and faster over his body. Daddy needs more.

The wetness returns and I blush. Daddy smirks and his knowing eyes trace my smile.

He dresses me in clean clothes. I hope it all comes off soon. But I don't know if like I it more when he dresses me or when he undresses me. When he dresses me, he takes extra long looks, trying to memorise every part of me before it gets covered up. I revel in his attention. But little does he know that he can't suffocate the fire with clothes.

Daddy puts out the fire and I carry mine to our tent where we lay down to rest. It's so cozy. I squirm my toes and shut my eyes tight, burying myself into the warmth, until everything is black except for the neon orange and reds. I flip through the mental pictures I have taken of our day together. It's all too much. There is no black left. The fire reaches the end of the matchstick and burns my finger. My whole body burns with it and it hurts.

Nngh

The uncontained sound reaches my ears and I slam the picture album shut and open my eyes to see Daddy looking down at me with a glint in his eyes, reflecting the fire I've been carrying all day. Finally, he noticed! He tends to it as he moves my hair out of my face and moves closer. I see embers sparking from him as he digs his nose under my ear and down my neck. I moan even louder. The sounds reach his ear from right next to my mouth, not giving me time to fully bite them back.

'Princess, let it out. Daddy wants to hear you.'

Hot water crackles and a hot pussy yearns with moans and whimpers. It's just nature and you can't escape it.

I finally climb the top of the mountain as daddy helps me get on top and ride him. I get the best view as I feel daddy's chest rise and fall under my hands, his hair sprawled out and face contorted in pleasure. His lips say my name, sometimes mouthing it when it's all too much.

My thighs are sore from climbing the steep mountains, but soon the line between pain and pleasure blurs.

This time we make a symphony for mother nature. One with a deep bass and graceful flute and the drums keeping rhythm, with both of us progressively fighting to be the melody. At last, our duet reaches a climax and gradual end. We hear the flutter of birds flying. I guess that's mother nature's way of applauding our performance.

Daddy blows the hair that's fallen in front of my face, blowing out the fire with it. He wipes my pussy with a cloth to collect our cum and my pussy tingles. The fire starts again and he looks at me with knowing eyes. He always knows. He just wants to see how far he can let the fire spread before he has to put it out again. Daddy loves playing with fire.