by Sorcha Black
Aberdeen blushed almost redder than her hair, which was quite a feat. “I couldn’t wear it anywhere.”
“No one would know you meant him.”
I scanned the case and my gaze finally found the fine gold chain on the shelf second from the bottom. The words “daddy’s girl” was spelled out in gold script, and it was displayed in a cute little pink gift box.
“That one?” I asked, pointing at it.
“It’s silly,” she said, nibbling her bottom lip and still looking at it.
Buying her something so sentimental as we were on our way home to break up was cruel to us both, but she deserved to remember that her first lover had felt this way about her, even if the thing sat in a drawer for a while before she threw it away.
“We’ll take it.”
“But Daddy, I can’t wear it anywhere!” she protested quietly, eyes shining with pleasure.
“You can stick it in a drawer or tell people it’s about your actual father,” I whispered in her ear. “It doesn’t matter. I want you to have it.”
She was grinning when I put my hands over her ears as the shop owner told me what I owed, then put the little box in my pocket.
“You can’t have it yet,” I protested as she pouted at me. “I’ll give it to you when the time is right.”
“It’s always the right time for you to give it to me,” she said slyly.
I gasped as though scandalized. “What a dirty girl you’re turning out to be!” I shook my head in disapproval. “I never would have guessed when I met you.”
She clung to my hand, laughing. “There’s a difference between having no experience and being vanilla.”
“Apparently.”
“You should have taken the last bodyguard posting that came up for me. You could have been Jake’s relief guard. You could have been spanking me three or four years earlier.”
I grimaced at her. “Almost twenty-two was bad enough.”
“We’re one less year apart now,” she pointed out. “I’m gaining on you.”
“I would have to die for you to catch up.”
“Maybe you’ll teach me to suck you off so well that you’ll have a heart attack from it and I’ll catch up.” I couldn’t help but let my gaze drop to her mouth.
I grunted at her, and she grinned.
“Behave or I’ll make you practice right here in the parking lot.”
“Daddy, you wouldn’t!” she squeaked.
“Wouldn’t I?”
She trotted to keep up with me as I lengthened my stride. I needed to get her back to the car before my hard-on became too apparent to innocent bystanders.
“Am I in trouble?” she asked breathlessly, looking delighted. “Are you going to spank me again?”
“Baby girl, when aren’t you in trouble?”
* * *
“I don’t want cake, I want sex,” she complained as I unboxed the cake on our hotel room’s desk and stuck twenty-two candles on top. It wasn’t very artistic, but it was cake.
“What baby doesn’t want cake on her birthday?”
“Horny ones with hot daddies?”
“I hate to have to burst your bubble, but I’m not hot. I’m actually pretty ugly.”
“You do funny things to my insides,” she admitted with a sigh.
“Like scramble them with my cock?”
She was clinging to my arm, trying to put my hand down the front of her leggings as I was trying to light candles with my other hand.
“Why are you so impatient?”
“I’ve never had sex as a twenty-two-year-old. I want to know if it feels different.”
I sat in the chair and scooped her into my lap, wrapping my arm around her and sliding my hand down the front of her leggings, where the birthday girl apparently wanted it. Her bare pussy was hot against my fingers, and when I delved between her pussy lips, my fingers got coated in her slickness. I played with the little bud of her clit, making her wiggle in my lap as we watched the flames on her cake eat up the candles.
“Are you making a wish?” I asked as she rocked against my hand, eyes closed.
“Can I wish for an orgasm?”
“You’re going to get one of those whether you like it or not. Why not wish for something important?”
She glanced at me then closed her eyes again, trying to concentrate as I made her gasp. She blew, and all the candles went out except two.
“Uh-oh,” she said, blowing out the remaining two flames. “My old nanny used to say the number of candles you didn’t blow out on your birthday cake was the number of boyfriends you had.”
“So, who do those candles represent?” I asked sternly.
“You?”
“And who else, young lady?” I gave her pussy a light slap, and she gasped, making my dick even harder.
“I don’t know!” She squirmed in frustration, rubbing her leg against my hard-on.
“Courtland?” I pulled my hand out of her leggings.
“No, Daddy!” she begged, trying to put my hand back, but failing because I didn’t let it happen. “Just you and your Daddy stick.”
I barked a laugh. “My Daddy stick? That always makes it sound like a punishment.”
“Have you seen the size of that thing? Having it used on me is a punishment, trust me.”
“Poor baby. I guess since it’s your birthday I’ll give you the day off.”
“Nooo!” she tugged at my hand, but I wasn’t giving in so easily.
I picked her up and brought her to the bed, draping her over my lap.
“Why am I getting a spanking?” she asked as I lowered the back of her leggings. Her panties were a pretty lavender, and I tugged those down too.
“Instead of the birthday bumps, you’re getting a birthday spanking.”
“That’s not a thing!”
“Sure it is.”
I swatted her ass, and she groaned, pushing her ass up for more.
“Do it harder!”
“What a dirty little girl.”
She squirmed, apparently impatient.
I increased my calibration until by the fourth smack she was gasping and trying to block.
“Too hard!”
“Big girls get big girl spankings.”
I held her hand at the small of her back and hit her slightly harder the next time, switching from one cheek to the other, watching her toned ass quiver with each blow. Her legs were pressed tightly together, and with each smack came a quiet yowl of complaint. By eighteen she was squirming around so badly I had to trap her legs between mine, her tight little rump bright red and looking painful. I gave her four more hard and fast whacks to her sit spots, making her squeal in displeasure, then one last one across both cheeks.
“That was twenty-three!” she squawked. Her breaths were coming in little sobs.
“You needed one to grow on.”
“You’re making up rules!”
I pinched her poor abused ass.
“Daddy!”
“And a pinch to grow an inch,” I said by way of defense.
“I’m not going to grow anymore! I stopped growing when I was twelve.”
“And it shows.”
“I’m not that short!”
I picked her up and deposited her in the corner, her nose almost pressed to the wall.
“Stay.”
The necklace I’d bought her was in my pocket, and I pulled it out and fastened it around her neck, kissing the clasp when I was done. She turned her head to look at me, her face pink as she fingered the lettering. Her pleased smile lit me up inside.
“Face the corner for Daddy.”
She obeyed, and I sat on the nearest corner of the bed to her, watching her shift and shuffle there, her leggings and panties around her knees and her shirt not long enough to cover the handprints I’d left on her delectable ass.
“Why am I being punished?” she muttered at the wall.
“For teasing Daddy all day and giving him blue balls.”
“You c
ould have had me anywhere, anytime.”
“I thought about fucking you at the kink shop right in front of the owner. She probably would have liked watching.”
“You wouldn’t have!”
Fuuuck. Having her do corner time like this with her ass so raw made my dick want to cry. I took a picture of her with my new phone.
“Wouldn’t I? You’re lucky I didn’t grope you in the sound booth at the music store.”
She peeked over her shoulder at me, and I took another picture of her.
“You can’t show that to anyone!” she said, looking shocked.
“It’s just for me.”
“Okay,” she said uneasily.
“I’ll delete them. I should have asked first.”
She stared at the corner for a long moment. “No, you can keep them. Just make sure you don’t show them to anyone.”
“Not even Ellis and Ariel?” I teased. “They’d love to see you like this.”
“Daddy, no!”
“Such a sweet little ass, and now it’s as red as your hair.”
“You can’t show them,” she begged.
I got up and crowded her against the wall, grabbing a hot handful of her spanked flesh. She made a funny little gasping moan that made my pants painfully tight.
“Can’t I do whatever I want? What if my friends would like to see how pretty you are? What if I want to take pictures of your tight little pussy while I fuck it? Or maybe show off your pretty pink nipples after I bite them, or make a video of the way you blush when you come all over Daddy’s cock?”
She whimpered and pushed her ass back against my legs. It was a good thing I was so much taller than her—having her rub her ass against my cock right then might have made me come in my pants.
“But I’m only yours. You shouldn’t show me to other men.”
I kissed the back of her neck, then grabbed it, wrapping my fingers around so that my thumb and middle finger almost met in the front. So delicate. She mewled, and the sound vibrated against my fingers.
“I would never share pictures of you,” I growled in her pretty shell of an ear. “If any man tried to see what’s mine, I’d gouge out his eyes.”
A small smile curved her cheek. “You would?”
“You’d like that?”
She nodded, then peeked up at me. “Are you going to fight Courtland when he tries to touch what’s yours?”
“Aberdeen,” I warned. I tried to squash down the ridiculous jealousy that suddenly cropped up. Hell, I wasn’t a kid anymore. I’d been joking about the eye-gouging thing, but the thought of any other man touching her—stroking her skin, kissing her, not to mention anything more—made me feel a bit out of control. I squeezed the back of her neck and let go.
“Before we left home, he asked me to send him a nude, you know. He sent me a picture of his…thingy.”
“That little creep. I knew I didn’t like him.” I felt my fists curling. “That was inappropriate and disrespectful of him, Aberdeen. Did you send him pictures?” I demanded. “When boys ask you to do things like that, you don’t just say no. You tell your Daddy, and you block them.”
She turned and gazed up at me from under her lashes. “So I shouldn’t send them pictures with my top unbuttoned and my nipples showing a little?”
I didn’t seem to have enough blood to feed both my brain and my dick, so my brain was starting to short circuit.
“Did you send him a picture like that?” I asked hoarsely, wishing she had her real phone here so I could see it—absolutely not so I could get Courtland’s number and tell him off for being such a creepy bastard. Hell, I imagined rolling up to his house and beating the poor man senseless. The glint of mischief in her eye gave her away. “Of course you didn’t. You little shit.”
She ducked around me and fled to the other side of the room, yanking up her leggings and giggling as I followed her.
“He didn’t ask, and as if I would!”
I caught her by the hair, but rather than struggle, she yielded into me, her eyes adoring.
“Are you going to risk that kid’s life just to make an old man jealous?”
“Are you jealous?” she asked coyly.
I kissed her, letting her feel my aggression, and the brat clung to my shirt like a mischievous kitten.
When I pulled away, she gazed up at me, not letting go of my shirt. “Are you going to do nasty things to me now to remind me I’m yours?”
“Do I need to?”
“No, but I’d like it if you did.”
“You want me to get rough with you again?” I tipped back her head with my grip on her hair, and she gasped. “You didn’t like it the last time.”
“Well…it was exciting,” she admitted. “But it’s my birthday. Shouldn’t you treat me like your princess?”
“I guess that depends on what the birthday girl wants.” I kissed her, and my grip on her hair slackened until I was cradling the back of her head in my hand. She sighed and wrapped her arms around my neck, then hopped up to hook her legs around my waist. I pushed her back against the wall and kissed her until we came up for air, breathless.
“Something new?” she asked. “What haven’t we done yet?”
I chuckled against her mouth. “There’s a long list, but I’m not sure you’ll like everything on it.”
Her brows rose. “Really? Like what?”
“Liiike…double penetration? I should have bought you a dildo for that game, though.”
She turned scarlet. “Not that.”
“Maybe tomorrow.”
“Daddy!”
“What about having sex in a public place?” I asked, not interested in that personally, but willing to do it if she was curious.
She shuddered. “Absolutely not. Never that.”
“You were willing to have sex with me behind a restaurant earlier today.”
“It’s not my fault. Watching you eat is sexy.”
I lowered her to the bed and fetched a slice of cake and a fork as she sat up and watched me with an adorable pout.
“You have a choice between sex with me and cake, and I lose to cake?” she groused.
“It’s not for me. The cake is for the birthday princess.”
She grumbled about not being hungry as I shoveled a big bite into her mouth. She chewed, frowning at me.
“You don’t like your cake?” I asked. She had a smear of icing under her lip, and I licked it off.
Her eyes widened. I stripped off our clothes, then stuck my fingers in the icing on her plate and smeared it on her nipples.
She grimaced, but when I pinned her down and sucked her nipple into my mouth, she gasped, and her fingers ran over the stubble on my head. She was so sensitive that she was whining and squirming within moments, barely giving me time to clean off one nipple and start on the other before she caught my hand and coaxed it downward to her needy little pussy.
Her back arched off the bed, and she was clinging to me as I tickled at her clit. She dug her heels into the mattress and pushed her pussy at my hand, making sweet begging noises.
“Such a messy girl,” I mocked. “Just one bite of birthday cake and you got the icing everywhere.”
I moved my mouth downward, exploring her ribs and waist, the shallow dent of her navel, her hip bones. I moved back up to her breasts, nursing on the swollen peaks until her cries turned pitiful and throaty, not obeying her hands when she tried to push my head away.
“What’s wrong? Your pretty nipples don’t like birthday kisses?”
“It hurts. They ache so bad and…” She whimpered instead of finishing her sentence.
The usually pink buds had turned a ruby red, but I held her rib cage still while I sucked at one, then the other, enjoying her breathless squirms. When she exploded under me, I was shocked.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, I need you inside me. Now, now, please.”
I stripped off my clothes and stretched out on the bed. “You’re a big girl now. Take what you want.”<
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She was sobbing as she crawled over me, real tears trickling down her cheeks. “I don’t know how.”
“Sure you do. Shh, don’t cry.” I stroked her back and helped her straddle me. My dick was so hard I could barely think, but it didn’t take a lot of thought to slide her downward where I wanted her. “Take it in your hand and guide me in.”
Her hand wrapped around me uncertainly, the feel of her fingers making me groan. “That’s right. Good girl.”
She backed onto me, struggling to get the right angle, then slowly impaled herself as I coached her through it. She couldn’t take all of me, but she didn’t have to in this position. Looking frustrated, she shifted around, not sure how to move. It was absolutely adorable and one of the most frustrating experiences I’d ever had.
“Whose tight little pussy is this?”
“Yours, Daddy?”
I meant to say something, but she felt so good, all I could do was groan. Fuck, she was gorgeous, with her red curls cascading down around her shoulders, sitting on top of me like she was the queen, and I was her domain. I was the dominant in this scenario, but I was putty in her hands—except when I was hard as hell in her hands.
“I can’t think hard enough to do this by myself,” she complained.
“Being in the driver’s seat takes practice,” I reassured her as she squirmed on my cock, pouting.
“I need help.”
Unable to resist any longer, I grabbed two handfuls of ass and started to pump up into her. She moaned, frowning, angling her hips to take me a bit deeper, and to rub her clit against me. Nature took over after a few thrusts, and I let her drive, stroking her back and her ass and watching her concentrate as though being on top was rocket science. She was just getting a good rhythm when I realized I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I let my fingers graze her asshole. She gasped, struggling and squirming to get away, but I held on, spanning her lower back with my free hand, not letting her escape.
“Oh no. Please.” She shivered, and her eyes shut hard, and she squealed, her pussy clutching at me as her orgasm hit. The tension in the back of my legs and balls became almost too painful to bear, and her cry of release sent a ripple of hot ecstasy through me.
“What? You want me to stop?”
“Daddy, no,” she whined.
