Amaya's Old-Fashioned Daddy

by Dark Angel

  Amaya squeaked in dismay as his fingers cupped the back of her head and brought her forward. She resisted, but not much, because her butt was still smarting and she knew it was a hopeless cause anyway. Besides, some part of her wanted to lick and taste him, it was just that he was so big and, well, she’d just met him…

  To her relief, he let her take her time a bit, with one hand wrapped around the thick base of his cock as she licked and tongued the head. She even almost managed to forget that her Nanny was behind her, watching all of this happen. Every time she was reminded that the other woman was there, a hot blush burned her cheeks. It didn’t matter that Nanny Quinn had just seen Amaya’s pussy, somehow it was still embarrassing to have someone else watching as she performed this intimate act.

  She couldn’t help but think about what Papa had just said about her not being on Vericat anymore and what that might mean for her sexually… while Amaya was vaguely aware that Vericat was a bit prudish compared to the rest of the universe, she hadn’t realized by quite how much. A week ago, even fantasizing about what Hebe would be like, everything that had happened to her so far would have been unimaginable to her.

  Those thoughts were interrupted when her Papa finally became impatient with her long, teasing licks and plucked her hand off his cock, grasped her by her hair, and pushed her down onto him. At first Amaya panicked, struggling as his cock pushed into her throat, sure that she was going to gag and throw up… and then she realized that he had easily thrust the entire length of his cock into her mouth and she hadn’t gagged at all!

  She couldn’t breathe either, and immediately she tried to push away again. To her surprise, he let her - for just long enough to drag in a panicked breath of air and then he shoved her back down again.

  “Don’t even think about biting, little girl,” he said as he allowed her to lift her head back up until just the head of his cock was still between her lips. “I had the doctor on the ship remove your gag reflex, so there’s no reason for me to feel any teeth. You’ll get enough air to breathe.” And with that, he pushed her back down again, leaning back slightly in his seat so that he could thrust up into her mouth as he began to move her head back and forth.

  Amaya tried to put her hand back on the base of his cock - just for a moment - but he snapped out Quinn’s name and Amaya found herself with her hands held behind her back by her nanny while her Papa continued to use her mouth for his pleasure. There was no other way to describe it; he was fucking her mouth the way other men had fucked her pussy, making her throat burn as the muscles tightened around the invading head. Her gag reflex was gone - she assumed it had something to do with the doctor’s visit on the ship when she’d been knocked out - but her throat was unused to this kind of invasion and she struggled to breathe through her nose in rhythm with his thrusts.

  At the same time, she was aware of Nanny Quinn crooning advice in her ear, making her feel even more humiliated as her mouth was used. It didn’t stop the tingling in her pussy though, despite the orgasms she’d had and the humiliation and spanking she’d endured. In fact, Amaya found herself pressing her thighs together, squirming slightly as Papa continued to thrust into her mouth. He was so thick and firm, the musky, masculine scent of his body filling her nose, the meaty taste of him thick in her mouth as his salty pre-cum began to leak.

  She couldn’t help but be awed by his endurance; she was doing her best to lick and caress him with her tongue and lips, trying to get him off faster, but she was wearing out far faster than he was!

  By the end of it, Amaya had almost slumped, too wrung out to continue making an effort, just letting her new Papa use her body as he pleased.

  It wasn’t until the carriage came to a stop that she realized how he’d timed it. Just as soon as they’d arrived, his hand pressed down on the back of her head, lodging his cock tightly in her throat, and Amaya found that she had some struggle left in her as he held her there rather than letting her immediately back up again. Not that it mattered. Her throat muscles tightened and massaged his cock as he groaned, and she felt him pulsing against her tongue as jets of cum coated her throat.

  With a long sigh, Papa’s hands relaxed on her head, allowing her to pull back, gasping for breath. She narrowed her eyes at him, panting for breath. Looking down at her, he raised one dark brow.

  “You did very well, Amaya, but I won’t tolerate nasty looks like that. Unless you want another spanking, you’d better wipe that expression off of your face.”

  Immediately Amaya’s face blanked. She certainly couldn’t smile, but she didn’t want another spanking either. Fortunately, that seemed to be enough for Papa. Part of her couldn’t help but feel a bit of resentment that she wasn’t even allowed to glare at him, but at the same time she was somehow pleased that he even noticed. Her parents certainly hadn’t cared how she’d looked at them; they’d barely noticed her existence unless they wanted something.

  Papa helped her out of the carriage, her hand in his, and she gasped as she looked up at the huge house they were standing in front of. It was bigger than even her parents’ house, probably because her parents lived in a city, with three stories and at least fourteen windows spanning each floor. Not only that, but there were no other houses anywhere near it that she could see! The front was lined with bushes and flower gardens, the road approaching it was lined with trees, and beyond that she could see meadows, and a forest, and what looked like a wall of bushes - perhaps obscuring more gardens?

  It was like something out of a history book and it completely took Amaya’s breath away, distracting her from the soreness of her bottom and her throat.

  “This is all yours?” she asked, clinging to her Papa’s hand. Even though it was beautiful, and it smelled wonderful and clean, there was still something a little scary about all that space. It was completely different from anywhere else that she’d ever been.

  “Yes, sweetheart, this is my estate,” he said. He chuckled and looked at Nanny Quinn. “Well, our estate. But I’m considered the Lord of the Manor, even if others also own stakes in the land and the business.”

  “Oh.” Amaya didn’t understand, but it didn’t seem as though anyone was going to be giving her any explanations. Papa was already walking towards the front door of the house, without relinquishing his grip on her hand, and she trotted along behind him, wondering what was going to happen next.

  ******

  Watching his little Amaya take in the house and its surrounding grounds made Grant grin. He introduced her to Quinn’s husband and told her that she must always call him Mr. Henry. Amaya had immediately become quite shy, and then her eyes grew big enough to practically pop out of her head when Quinn gave her Warren a very enthusiastic hello. Seeing his little girl’s jaw drop made him thick of how nice it was to fill that open orifice, and his cock was already growing hard again, but there would be time enough for that later.

  Warren took them on a tour of the house, ostensibly as his role of butler, but really so that he and Amaya could get to know each other a bit. Since Warren ran the household and was Quinn’s husband, they would see quite a bit of each other. He was also the only person besides Quinn and Grant that would be able to discipline Amaya, if for some reason they were not on hand to administer a needed punishment.

  When they reached her bedroom, Amaya was yawning, but she perked up again as soon as she stepped into the bright pink and white room.

  “Ooooh!” The delight on her face made Grant grin. This was exactly the kind of little girl he’d hoped for. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was, that such a gem was found on the criminal ship. He’d always thought he’d have to hold out hope for finding a girl in one of the “orphanages,” which was where the criminals who weren’t immediately adopted went, and also where young men and women who emigrated to Hebe or who reached their majority on Hebe and decided they wanted to be a little boy or girl went until they were taken into a household.

  But Amaya had wanted to be a little girl, no matter her classification as a
criminal, and it showed. She immediately ran to the soft, brown teddy bear with a pink ribbon around its neck which was sitting on the bed and grabbed it up into her arms, holding it tightly against her. She spun around, her hazel eyes shining so brightly they were nearly glowing.

  “This is all for me?”

  “Yes, princess, this is all for you,” he said, smiling. He exchanged amused glances with Quinn and Warren as they watched Amaya darting around the room, all of her tiredness gone as she explored. She oo-ed and ah-ed over the doll house, exclaimed over the closet full of pretty dresses, and never let go of her teddy for an instant.

  This was a woman who wanted to be taken care of. Cherished. And he was going to be the one to control her life. The surge of power it made him feel was more than arousing, it was fulfilling in and of itself.

  He couldn’t help but chuckle as she wrinkled her nose at the books, avoided even looking at the crib and diaper-changing table, and then growled under her breath when she couldn’t open the cabinet holding her punishment implements.

  “What’s in here?” she asked, although it sounded more like a demand. Grant grinned. Bossy little thing, which he would look forward to spanking out of her, although technically she had asked so he wouldn’t start today.

  “Nothing that concerns you right now,” he said. Amaya pouted. Adorable. He was almost disappointed she didn’t try to wheedle more information from him, or throw a tantrum at being denied. Then again, her bottom was probably still sore from already being spanked by both him and Quinn. Likely she wouldn’t do much more than toe the line a little today, not with that kind of reminder throbbing in her backside.

  Glancing at his watch, Grant held out his hand to her. “It’s almost dinner time sweetie, are you hungry?”

  “Yes, please.” She hurried over and took his hand, and then paused, looking down at her bear as if worried she was going to be told to put him down. Good grief, could she be more perfect? Already she seemed completely comfortable in her role and it was making his cock throb. Off to the side, Quinn and Warren were watching the two of them like indulgent parents, thrilled to see how well things were going.

  “You can bring Mr. Bear if you want.”

  “His name is Theodore, Papa,” Amaya said primly. Then a mischievous grin lit up her face. “Teddy, for short.”

  She beamed as the adults all laughed, and Grant led her out of the room.

  ******

  It was as if all of Amaya’s fairy tale childhood dreams had come true!

  The house was as big as a castle, the rooms were gorgeous and filled with pretty things to look at her, and her room was everything she could have imagined as a little girl and more! Even better, she had her first stuffed animal ever. At home, she’d had a blankie, but that had been taken away from her when she was six, because her parents thought she was becoming too dependent on it. It didn’t do for their successful business image to have their six year old dragging around a dirty, well-loved blanket, and clinging to it whenever she met someone new.

  They’d even made her watch as they’d burned it.

  Reflexively, she clutched Teddy closer as Papa, Mr. Henry and Nanny Quinn chatted about Papa’s business. No one even looked at her and she relaxed again. Even when they did look at her, it was with approval. Maybe not as much from Mr. Henry, but he didn’t look at her with disapproval either. He seemed kind of cold - except for when he and Nanny Quinn had greeted each other with a hot kiss! Amaya had seen the love in their eyes, which had confused her considering what Nanny Quinn had done with her in the carriage.

  Obviously she didn’t quite get this world yet. On the other hand, the world was giving her everything she’d ever wanted, so who was she to complain? Yes, the spankings had hurt and orgasming due to a woman’s touch had been humiliating and unnatural, but this mansion, her room, and her Papa’s obvious delight in her had counterbalanced all of that.

  She even liked calling him Papa. Her real father had always insisted she call him just that - Father. Eventually, once she’d reached her majority, she hadn’t even been allowed to call him that. She’d either had to call him Mr. Targe or Sir. Her parents had sucked in the parenting department. This was definitely more like it. Even as a child she’d known that her parents weren’t like other parents.

  All she had to do was avoid being punished. She was pretty sure she could do that. Already she’d started to figure out what the boundaries were.

  Papa wouldn’t tolerate full disobedience, and neither would Nanny Quinn, but both of them had smiled when she’d pouted. They’d liked her childish behavior. Amaya had plenty more where that came from, after holding so much in all her life. It felt strangely wonderful to just let it out… so freeing!

  Dinner was wonderful. Amaya was happy to eat what was on her plate - it was all delicious - and hug Teddy as she listened to the adults talk. From what she understood, all three of them were in business together, but Papa actually ran the company, while the other two were basically investors. After a while she started to tune them out as she thought about what she would do after dinner, and tomorrow… she couldn’t wait to explore the house and the grounds. Everything was so new and different! Maybe she could find something to pick the lock on that cabinet in her room too.

  “… and Amaya will start her lessons tomorrow.”

  What? Immediately Amaya’s attention was drawn back to the conversation.

  “I don’t want lessons!” she blurted out without thinking, because she was so surprised. Oops. She didn’t want another spanking, but she had been caught off guard. So she decided to go with it. After all, what child would want lessons? She pouted prettily, the same way she had up in her bedroom, and inwardly smiled as Papa’s mouth twitched. “I don’t need any lessons.”

  That was definitely true enough. Amaya had had more than enough lessons growing up. Sometimes it had felt like ALL she’d had were lessons.

  “You will have lessons,” Papa said, calmly but firmly. “You need to learn more about Hebe and, specifically, Victoria.”

  Ugh. Okay, so lessons about the place she was now living didn’t sound totally unreasonable, but all the same… lessons did not feature into the kind of second childhood Amaya wanted for herself.

  Her pout increased. “Pleaaaase Papa,” she begged. He’d liked begging, hadn’t he? “I just got here, do I really have to start lessons right away?”

  “Yes, Amaya,” he said sternly. “And if you’re a smart little girl, that’s the last protest I’ll hear from you about it. As adorable as you are, I will not hesitate to turn you over my knee right here and now if you need it.”

  Feeling sulky, Amaya slumped back in her chair kicking her feet and hugging Teddy. She didn’t want to believe Papa when he said he’d spank her right here at the dinner table, but going by the look on his face, he meant every word he said. Which made her heart pound a little bit, but she didn’t want him to think that he’d won. She just didn’t want a spanking right now.

  “If Amaya is a good girl and pays attentions to her lessons, in the afternoon she may play outside,” he said to Nanny Quinn. Immediately Amaya perked up, beaming at her Papa. Just a morning of lessons? That didn’t sound so bad. At least she’d still get to explore and see some of this new world.

  Happy again, she was on her best behavior for the rest of the meal. By the end of it, she was also yawning and feeling exhausted. After all, it had been a rather long and full day.

  Papa helped her up from her chair and gave her a kiss on her forehead. “Okay, sleepyhead. Nanny’s going to take you up to bed. I’ll be by later.”

  Amaya was a bit disappointed - after all, she was very attracted to her new Papa and she would rather have more time with him now than later. But, she didn’t argue. She was too tired. Squeezing Teddy tighter, she hopped down from her chair and took Nanny’s hand, allowing herself to be led away.

  ******

  When Grant walked into Amaya’s bedroom, he grinned at the pretty sight that met his eyes. Moonlight
streamed into the room, allowing him to see well enough, but also dark enough that his exhausted little had easily fallen asleep. Quinn had reported that she’d gotten ready for bed and put down with minimal fuss - of course, that might have been because she’d pretty much allowed Amaya to do as she pleased on this first night. Tomorrow her new routine would begin, but for tonight Grant had wanted her to be indulged, especially since he’d had some work to do to make up for his absence during the afternoon when he’d gone to fetch her and couldn’t attend to her himself.

  Fortunately she seemed mostly well behaved, although adorably, childlishly determined to get her own way at times. Grant looked forward to setting the boundaries and punishing her for breaking them. He didn’t doubt she’d need some firm handling, although he was also sure that part of her craved it. From what he’d seen today, she very much wanted to be a little girl but she was also very sexually submissive with masochistic tendencies. All of which bode well for their future together.

  His cock hardened as he looked down at his sleeping beauty, remembering the way she’d cried out and writhed under his hand, and then how beautifully she’d orgasmed.

  Pulling down the sheets covering her, he admired her long, tanned limbs and the way her filmy nightgown wrapped around her body. Her dark hair had been put into two braids for her to sleep in, making her appear even younger as she hugged her teddy bear to the swell of her breasts. His cock was hard as a rock just from looking at her.

  Gently, he lifted her nightgown up over her breasts so that he could see her whole body. Her bare pussy lips were pouty, the dark pink inner lips showing where her legs were parted; her breasts were slightly flattened by her position, but still rounded. Grant appreciated the look - he preferred natural over the body modifications that had become popular on so many of the Allied Worlds. Skimming his hands up her thighs to her breasts, he watched in appreciation as her nipples puckered under the light tough.