by Frost, E J
No more.
“Yes, I’ll meet you at the airport.” I can give that to her.
I’ll also book her a hotel in case she doesn’t get one herself, because there’s no way she’s staying with me. Us.
“I’ll stay a few days. We can talk. I need you to understand.”
“We can talk,” I concede.
I’m not sure what she wants me to understand, other than that her desire for a baby outweighed any respect she had for me as her Dom and as her lover. I understand that pretty fucking well.
“I’ll see you in a few days.”
“See you then, Mir.”
I end the call. I have nothing more to say.
Emily strokes my throat. She’s feeling for my pulse. I hope it’s not pounding, but Miranda’s definitely gotten my blood pressure up. I can feel the throbbing in my forehead, where I have a three-inch square of titanium mesh holding together my broken skull together. Feels like it’s about to blow out of the top of my head.
“Thanks for keeping me calm, little love.”
She lifts her head and gives me the owl-eye. “Was that calm?”
“Kind of calm.”
“Demi-calm,” she offers. “Quasi calm?”
Not very calm. “Daddy lost his cool, huh?”
“Daddy has pretty good reason. If she admits you’re the father, will you still make her take the test?”
“Yes. That sounds unreasonable, I know, but the solicitor says the only way I have a prayer of asserting any rights is with a positive paternity test.”
“That makes sense,” Emily says, continuing to stroke my throat. Her gentle touch shouldn’t be making me hard, but it is. I know that’s probably more anger and frustration than desire, but everything’s conflated at the moment.
“Nothing about what she’s done makes sense. And the more she explains, the worse it sounds to me.” I blow out a hard breath. “I’m sorry she’s coming here, Emmy. I won’t inflict her on you. She’s not staying with us and I’ll keep her away from the house.”
“It’s okay,” Emily says softly. “She can stay here. I’ll go to Syracuse for a couple of days.”
“No, absolutely not. First of all, she’s not running you off. Second, I need you here to keep me from throttling her.”
Emily giggles. “You wouldn’t really.”
I might if she keeps spouting her bullshit excuses at me. “I need you here. I want you here.”
“I’ll stay, Daddy. Whatever you need. If you want her to stay here, that’s okay. If you want her to stay at a hotel but come here so you two can talk, that’s okay, too.”
“Thank you, baby girl. I’m thinking we might have to move your branding a week if she’s going to stay a few days. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, Daddy. I don’t want to rush it.”
That, more than anything, calms me. I may have fucked up catastrophically with Miranda, but so far, at least, I’m doing things right with Emily. I stroke her hair, the soft curve of her cheek. “Be honest, will her being here hurt you?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know how I’ll feel. Right now? I just want to support you two hundred percent. How will I feel when she’s standing in front of me? I don’t know. I’ve never been faced with my Dom’s pregnant ex before. This is a new one for me.”
I chuckle weakly and she smiles. “It’s a new one for me, too.”
“Does she know about me? I mean, does she know I’m a little?”
“No. She knows you’re my submissive, that’s all.”
“Then I’ll be big while she’s here. It’s only a few days. I don’t want to do anything to make things worse.”
I tip her chin up so I can see her eyes. “No, sweetheart. I promised you a safe place where you could be little all the time. My ex coming to take a paternity test doesn’t change that. This is still your safe place, and if Miranda says or does anything to screw with that, then Daddy will deal with her.”
In a big fucking way.
Emily gives me a full beam and scoots up to wind her arms around my neck. “Ta, Daddy.”
“I need you, little girl.” I squeeze her tightly. “I need to know you’re mine. That you’re not going to pull away from me because of Miranda’s crap. I need you everywhere. Is your pussy too sore?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Show me. Get a towel, the baby wipes, and the lube. We’re going to have a little medical exam.”
She wriggles all along my length, then kisses my chin before bouncing up and running over to the cabinet beneath the flat screen. It holds a game console and some old DVDs, but more importantly, there’s a whole drawer that Emily’s stocked with toys. She’s made a drawer like this in pretty much every room in the house, so that my lack of mobility wouldn’t stop me from fucking her whenever and wherever the mood strikes.
“Towel under me. Shorts off,” I direct her, and lift my hips when she immediately gets to work. “Wipes and lube here.” I pat the couch cushion next to me. “Keep your dress and socks on. Straddle me and get busy with Daddy’s cock while I take a look at this little pussy that belongs to me.”
Her eyes darken. She shivers as she follows my instructions.
Once she’s posed on her elbows and knees, lipping sweetly at the head of my cock while her little fingers work my shaft and balls, I run my hands under her dress. The small mounds of her breasts fit neatly in my palms as I cup and caress them. Her nipples are so pinchable in this position. After they tighten to small points, I slip the wire daisies back on, then squeeze her breasts up from the base to force the blood against the clamps. She wriggles in my hands and whimpers around my cockhead. Her motions send surge after surge of heat down my shaft to tighten my balls.
“That’s my beautiful girl.” I pinch her nipples and feel them throb against my fingertips. “Tip that bottom up for inspection.”
With a whimper and a shiver, she does, arching her back so her pussy and the little whirl of her anus are perfectly displayed for me. I tug a couple of baby wipes out of the pack and wipe her front to back, pushing the wipes into her rectum with my fingertip before I discard them. Emily’s extremely self-conscious about even the possibility of mess. Taking that worry away from the start allows her to relax and enjoy anal play.
Once I’ve wiped her, I lube up my fingers and spread her labia, stroking each fold until she’s open like a flower. Her entrance is a little inflamed from this morning’s fucking, but that will just enhance things for her now. She loves the bite of soreness there. It’s tearing or rawness deeper that’s a problem. I insert one finger, then a second, scooping and pressing until I’ve felt all along her canal. Nothing makes her flinch and she reacts with a happy purr around my cock when I rub my fingertips into her G spot. I finger-fuck her while she hums and sucks and swallows. Wonderful, wet sounds fill the room, the best sex soundtrack. My sweet little girl. She’d be happy to take me in her mouth, but that’s not where I want her. I want her spasming on my cock. After that, I’ve got a surprise for her since we’re in a good position for it.
“On Daddy’s cock now, little girl,” I tell her.
“Yes, Daddy.” She pulls forward off my fingers, lines herself up and sinks down on my cock, taking it inch by slow inch. I groan at the wet heat sliding down my shaft, praise her, and stroke her soft hips and thighs as she works her way down. I’m a visual bloke and the view’s glorious: her creamy curves against the darker skin of my thighs, the faint marks from last night’s strapping across her smooth cheeks, the shadow of her cleft, and my reddened shaft disappearing between her wet, pink lips.
“Good girl. Lean forward. Balance on Daddy’s shins.”
With a wriggle, she moves into position. Her little hands close around my calves, another point of connection. I lube my fingers again and rub them up and down her cleft as she begins to ride me, working my cock deeper and deeper until my tip bumps along the smooth closure of her womb. She whimpers with pleasure-pain.
I rub her sacrum with my free hand. Letting her know that I
hear her, that sweet sound of submission and surrender, as she gives herself over to what I want her to feel. She’s on top; it might seem like a dominant position. But she’s doing exactly what I want, when I want. The only control she has is to choose to submit or not. That’s all I allow her and all she wants.
“Who does this ass belong to, Emmy?”
“You, Daddy.” She arches her back as she slides up and down me, giving me easy access. I rim her with my slick finger until she begins to open. I plug her frequently, and she goes crazy when I fuck her plugged, but the initial invasion is still difficult for her. I love watching her struggle. Mindful submission is exactly right. It fills my soul as well as my cock.
I press one finger into her and work it against the resistance of her sphincter. When the ring of muscle softens, I push another finger in and stroke slowly in and out of her warm, slick hole, as she moans and shudders.
“Daddy,” she gasps.
I push my fingers and cock deep with a groan. “Oh, yes, my little girl. Do you feel Daddy in both your holes?”
She makes a purring whimper that sounds like it should come from the cat and shivers uncontrollably as she lifts and lowers, lifts and lowers, impaling herself. “Yes, Daddy, yes.”
“Sweet baby. Little faster now.”
With a mewl, she increases her pace, but keeps her form, with her back arched so my cock slides deep and bumps her cervix with each thrust. My fingers sink in all the way to the knuckle. She tightens, her muscles gripping me, a hard stroke of heat up and down my shaft. Her thighs shake against mine and she squeezes my shins. “Daddy?”
Such a sweet, pleading sound. It shoots straight to my balls.
“I’m here.” I rub my palm over her tailbone. Press down to drive her even harder onto my cock and fingers. “What do you need?”
“Please, can I come?”
“Not yet. Little faster. Bring Daddy with you, sweetie. I want us to come together.”
She pants but nods and speeds up, bouncing on my cock, her soft ass-cheeks jiggling. The tension gathers in my thighs, flexing wide as she rides me, and in my balls, pulling up against my body. I arch under her, loving the tug and roll of our rising need. We balance against each other for long moments, her body drawing on mine, mine straining into hers. Each breath becomes a groan. I pull hard on the small of her back, crushing her down onto me as I jerk up into her. She throws her head back, her dark curls sweeping across her shoulders. She’s coming.
“Yes, that’s it. Come for me, baby girl.”
Her sweet cunt milks me and I let go, shooting my release into her in bursts that turn my balls inside out and set off red fireworks behind my eyes. Pleasure turns my body rigid, every muscle straining. The leather under me creaks as I arch off the couch, ramming up into Emily even as she collapses over my legs, her body cupping mine.
With a groan that echoes up from my damn bones, I slump back onto the couch. I slide my fingers out of her ass, clean them carefully on a baby wipe, and rub my palms over her quivering cheeks.
“Stay still, little girl,” I whisper, low and rumbly. “We’re not done. You’re going to hold Daddy’s cock nice and tight in you, and squeeze with every hit. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, rubbing her cheek against my shin.
“That’s my good girl. This is going to be hard and stingy, but this is not discipline, my little love. ‘Yellow’ if it becomes more pain than pleasure.”
“Yes, Daddy, thank you.” She squeezes my calves, nuzzles my shin, and wriggles down a little tighter on my groin. “Ta for my orgasm.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Relax into what Daddy gives you now.”
I push down on her ass-cheeks, pressing the heat of my hands, the strength of my muscle and bone, into her soft flesh. Despite last night, her ass is peach and cream, with just a few red streaks from the strap’s edge. She needs to be warmed up again. Once her skin pinkens, I lift my left hand and bring it down on the apple of her cheek. My palm burns and I feel the answering heat that rises in her skin. Emily huffs a breath across my calf, stirring the hairs on my leg. I smile at the fresh point of connection, a bridge of flesh and air, before I bring my right hand down.
I alternate hands and cheeks. Hitting the same spots over and over with the flats of my fingers, the hard ridge where fingers meet palm. She gasps and whimpers with each stroke but does exactly as instructed: squeezing her pussy hard on my cock each time. I’m sensitive after coming, and the pressure hurts, but feels good, too. I groan at each tight squeeze.
I build the rhythm, slow and alternating cheeks at first, then faster, finally hitting both cheeks together, a hard tattoo of sound. Emily’s gasping, begging between breaths.
“Come on me now, little girl,” I growl, and she does, convulsing on my cock, her whole body shaking. She buries her howls of release in my calf, her wet mouth pressed to my skin. I groan at the sweet torture of her pussy choking my cock. It’s a completely different sensation from when I’m hard, biting and wicked.
She goes limp again after her orgasm and I bring her down with gentle circles of my stinging palms on her hot cheeks.
“That’s my good girl. Such a good girl.”
“Tuh-ta, Daddy,” she manages.
“I’m very pleased with you, little girl. Lick me clean and then come up here for a cuddle.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She lifts herself slowly, and a little shakily. I can see her striving to be graceful even though her legs must be stiff. She straightens the towel under me as she slides back until her mouth’s in line with my cock. She dips her head and starts cleaning me up. With one shaking hand, she reaches back and smooths her dress down over her bright red ass.
I slap her hand away and flick the dress back up to her waist.
“What are you doing, little girl?”
She lifts her head from her cleaning duties. “I’m messy, Daddy. I didn’t want to stick it in your face.”
“If I don’t want to see, I’ll cover it up. Right now, I want to see my come dripping out of the pussy that belongs to me. Show me.”
Her back arches, which she knows I don’t like, then flattens as she struggles to control her embarrassment.
“Little girl,” I growl.
“Sorry, Daddy.” She slides forward so her ass tips up and I have a perfect view of her cream-covered labia. I rub my thumb through my come and Emily shivers, not with pleasure. She’s backsliding. Time for positive reinforcement.
“Is this my gift to you, Emmy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says between licks.
I rub my thumb around, spreading my come all over her labia. “Is there anything disgusting about my gifts, Emily?”
“No, Daddy.”
I’m not convinced. “Do you want my gifts?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry I tried to cover up.”
“Will you do it again?”
“No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
She probably will. This is a deep-seated issue for Emily. She’s better about it than she was two months ago, but she’s still struggling.
“No cleaning yourself up until bath time, little girl. You’ll wear Daddy’s gift for the rest of the day.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I can’t see her face, but she sounds very unhappy.
“Finish and come up here, little girl.”
She finishes cleaning me quickly and turns around, stretching out along my right side and laying her head down on my shoulder. That’s not enough for me. I pull her on top of me, adjust her until I she’s fitted into me, then take her mouth and kiss her deeply, tasting her sweetness under the musky salt of my jism.
“I can taste myself in your mouth,” I tell her between kisses. “Do you think I find that disgusting?”
She looks at me uncertainly. “No?”
“No. I like tasting myself in your mouth and I like seeing you covered in my come, because I can taste and see how much you belong to me. Do you belong to me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” sh
e agrees quickly. “Every inch of me.”
“That’s right. When you hide yourself from me, are you denying that every inch of you belongs to me?”
I see her consider it, her eyes narrowing. Then she nods. “Sorry, Daddy. I didn’t realize.”
“When you hide part of yourself from me, are you submitting to me? Are you giving me all of yourself?”
She bites her lip and the big eyes fill. “No, Daddy. I’m sorry. I do want to give you all of myself. I’ll do better. Promise.”
“That’s my girl. That’s where we should be.” I brush her tears away and kiss her on the forehead. “I want everything from you, Emily. Even the messy bits. You may not hide from me. You may not withhold any part of yourself from me. Everything you are is mine.”
“Yes, Daddy. Sorry.”
I hug her tightly. “I know this is hard for you, little love. I’m proud of how far you’ve come, but I need you to take that next step with me and let go of those old fears. When you’re tempted to hide from me, or when you worry I’ll find you disgusting, I want you to repeat your mantra.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “I can do that, Daddy. My mantra really helps.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” I rub my nose against hers. “We’re a team, right? Top and bottom? Daddy and baby girl?”
She nods eagerly.
“That’s my sweetie. Nothing comes between us. Not old fears. Not new garbage. You must have questions about me and Miranda. Ask me, baby. Doesn’t have to be right this minute, but ask me before she gets here. I don’t want you bottling it up and choking on your fears while she’s here. Promise me you won’t do that.”
She nods again and kisses my jaw before she asks, “Did you and Miranda have a contract like we have?”
Good, she’s thinking it through. “Uh-huh. It was a more traditional contract than you and I have, but it was similar.”
“And you had your hard limits in it?”
“Yes, I did.” I can see where this is going. “My hard limits with Miranda were different from my hard limits with you, Emmy.”
“Oh.” She considers this for a moment. “There’s nothing about me staying on birth control in our contract.”
