It was not the first time they had met. It was, however, the first time meeting that Amber knew she was to be taken. She had fantasized how it would happen may times in the weeks after their first contact. The butterflies in her stomach had grown until they now threatened to take wing, to carry her up and away, far from the place they had chosen as their rendezvous. She tried to draw a deep breath into her lungs but to no avail. Her palms were damp but there were other places on her body that were damp as well.
She could feel her own juices near the boiling point between her legs. Daddy had told her not to wear any panties when they were to meet. Had commanded it. Now as she drove across town she wished she had at least brought something to dry herself with. She remembered their last conversation. How much he seemed to be exactly what she was looking for. And he too had seemed so pleased with her, with what she wanted to give, with how much she wanted to please. Now as she drove thinking of him and the command to wear a dress, no panties or bra, she shuddered. Involuntarily she felt the contractions between her legs before she knew what was happening. "Oh my God." She said aloud. "If this is what he does to me just thinking about him, what is going to happen when he touches me."
Amber wondered what would happen once they were alone together. Yes she had talked to him, gotten to know him as well as any of the others she had offered her submission to. But he had refused to disclose his kinks; he had been perfectly up front with the fact that he was kinky, but none of the details. Unlike the others she had met, whom were always more than willing to tell her exactly what they would do once they had her naked. Daddy had been unwilling to even give her a glimpse. Now she wondered if going to him was the right thing for her to do. The nagging doubts were always there. It didn't help that he was so secretive. What it did though was to make it that much more exciting, he was still a mystery to her and the more she thought of him the more she believed he would always remain so. Now she could feel her wetness on the seat beneath her. Daddy had said that he wanted her wet when she arrived. She laughed aloud at that; she couldn't keep herself from being wet if her life depended on it.
She almost turned around. Her mind kept screaming at her, what was she doing? What was this hold on her that he had obtained so quickly? Why did she feel drawn to him as if she had no say in the matter? He had promised that before they became involved sexually he would know all her limits. But they had not had that discussion. Now she worried that like the others he was just using her, telling her what she wanted to hear. But another part of her knew differently, deep inside her. It wasn't in her mind that was racing with a million thoughts a second. It wasn't in her heart, which was beating as fast as she could ever remember. It was deeper still, down in the core of her being. Her soul, and that is why she didn't turn the car around. It was the only reason she didn't run as fast as she could in the opposite direction.
She pulled into the parking lot and saw him standing by his truck. His back was to her, his hand in the open window petting his other pet. She gasped aloud as her body reacted to the sight of him. Once again it reacted with no volition on her part. Once again she felt the wetness creep down her legs. She sifted in the seat and could feel the slickness that had accumulated there. Once again she fought for her breath. She made every attempt to quiet the beating of her heart that sounded to her ears as a runaway freight train.
When he turned and their eyes met, his smile opened up the floodgates. She had to lean back and close her eyes. Let her body have its release. Her body shook, her chest heaving. She knew he was watching her, yet this only heightened the orgasm that had been building all the way here. Amber opened her eyes, he was still smiling and he knew. She could feel it in the way he looked at her, in his smile and especially in his eyes. She rolled down the window because she could not trust her legs to support her. He walked over and bent down so that his face was even with hers. "How's my girl?" He asked. She wasn't even sure she could answer but she croaked. "Good Daddy." Then added in barely above a whisper. "Nervous, but good."
She couldn't remember how she got from her car to his van. In fact when she looked out the window and saw the sign for the exit to Las Vegas she couldn't believe that she had been in a daze for that long. She looked over and watched him as he drove. She could see the kindness in his face, feel the warmth that emanated from him and knew that she had made the right choice. The doubts were still there, but they were subsiding as a calm overtook her. He reached over without looking and took her hand. She was Daddy's little girl now and she knew she would give him anything that he wanted.
"Daddy?" She asked.
"Yes baby."
"Thank you." She wanted to say so much more, but the words wouldn't come. She wanted to tell him that he could have anything he wanted. That he could take her anytime he chose to. That there was nothing that she wouldn't do just to be at his side.
"For what babydoll?"
"For being you, for wanting me, for everything." She gushed, she heard her own words and knew how pathetic they sounded but she could offer no more. In her frustrations she burst into tears. Her Daddy squeezed her hand and let it go. She felt anguish and a void reopened that she hadn't even known existed in her. The tears fell down her cheeks onto her lap. But he just pulled to the side of the road and stopped. She wanted to tell him that she was sorry, thinking that he was about to scold her. But he put the truck in park and turned towards her. He took both her hands in his and pulled her to him. He kissed a tear away so lightly that she thought she might have imagined it. Then she felt his tongue licking at them. She felt his lips on her forehead kissing her so gently. On her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose and finally on her lips.
"Do you want to turn back?" He asked.
"No! God no, I'm sorry Daddy. I'm sorry..." he hushed her with his lips, his tongue parting hers. She could taste her tears as they ran salty sweet down her face. She could feel his hunger for her, as the kisses became more insistent. Her tongue matching his in a dance that only true lovers participated in. Then he broke away and she once again felt the yearning of his touch.
"We'll never get there if we just sit at the side of the road." He turned back in the driver's seat putting the van in gear and pulling out once again into the flow of traffic. It seemed like hours when they finally arrived at his house, though she knew that it couldn't have been much more than an hour. They had made small talk on the way, but the yearning in her for his touch grew stronger with each passing mile.
He opened the passenger door for her and took her hand; she liked the possessiveness of his grip. Together they walked hand in hand toward the front door. He had his keys in his free hand and opened it without letting her hand go. Reached inside and flipped on a light. He guided her inside to a love seat that sat directly in front of a fireplace and had her sit. She watched his back as he built the fire. She was finally here and no matter what happened now she was overjoyed in that fact. Her eyes went down to his butt, which looked so good in his jeans. She could see the muscles of his back straining at the fabric of his shirt and once again without warning she felt her heat rise. Once again she felt the dampness become so much more.
