Daddy King

by Celia Crown

  It sounds wrong, but it feels right. It feels right for me to call him Daddy, feels right to give him everything I have, and it feels right to be a princess in his eyes and a queen in his arms.

  Daddy isn’t ashamed to tell me that I’m his princess, and he’s certainly not afraid to show me I’m his little girl.

  It’s funny how a ball night and a couple of hours in his presence renders me in a state of dependence. I was once a girl with her own mind, but now I look at him for everything I do.

  “I’m your little girl, Daddy,” I answer him, blushing under the sheet that I had pulled over my nose.

  “And,” he leans down to yank the sheet from my lips to slant his over mine.

  “And I have to listen to Daddy, only you know what’s best for me.”

  He growls huskily, “My good girl, you’re learning fast.”

  I giggle bashfully, fluttering my lashes at his praise.

  This man could say anything, and I would do everything to hear his voice, it’s so velvety and sensual. A flow of a river, calming my thumping heart only for it to pace in a rhythm of giddiness.

  He snakes an arm under my waist, pulling me up to make me sit on my butt as my eyes swivel up and down, it stays down as I look at the large tent in his pants after he had fixed himself. I had thought we were done with our activity after he used my mouth two more times, but he tore my short uniform off and got between my legs.

  He demanded that I was to never wear something as revealing as a French maid dress ever again unless it’s for his eyes only.

  I was uncomfortable and self-conscious when I laid naked on his bed, and he remedied that by showing me his sculpted body with gorgeous designs on his tanned skin.

  I have never seen such a specimen as perfect as him. Though I have never seen a man naked before Daddy, he’s the first in many things that I have experienced.

  “I will move the wedding to tomorrow,” Daddy said, and I cock my head in confusion.

  Lifting the sheets to my chest, “There’s no need to rush, Daddy. I can wait.”

  “I can’t,” he rumbles, murmuring on my lips.

  I close my eyes and kiss him back, happily soaking in on his attention.

  “You have no idea what you do to me, little girl.” Daddy nips on my bottom lip, tugging on it with his teeth.

  “I want to give you the best; you will have your wedding and I will wait until it is over to have your little pussy. Then, I will take care of you. You just lay there and let me breed your cunt like a good girl you are, isn’t that right?”

  I whimper, my pussy throbs dully. “Yes, Daddy. I’m a good girl.”

  He hums, leaning back just a touch and brushes my hair behind my ear. The messy black locks are tangled and knotty, it’s a bird’s nest made from his big hands tugging and fisting around them, and me rolling my head around his silk sheets.

  “You don’t have to worry about preparation, I have them taken care of. You will never lift a hand for the rest of your life again, your little hands are not supposed to do labor and I’d be damned to let you get hurt under my watch.” a protective hiss ignites a fire in his eyes, I take the rest of my courage to tip my chin up and smooch our lips together.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  I thank him for being so kind to me, so doting on a girl who has no wealth to give him, and so utterly devoted to me when I’m too shy to return the passion in his heart.

  Daddy curls his big hand around my neck and just holds, my pulse kicks up in anticipation.

  “Never thank me for putting you first.” his pupils dilate, taking over the brown specs with obsidian.

  “You are my priority, now to forever.”

  I gasp, slapping my hands down on his other hand and shake my head quickly. That would be a huge problem, he can’t put me first. This isn’t about me or my pitiful background, I’m alright with being second place as I’m used to it.

  “I shouldn’t be!” I ramble on, “Daddy’s kingdom should come first, you are the King and your people need you to put their needs ahead of me. I’m don’t need much, I can live with the minimum.”

  “Are you finished?”

  As if I’m a child being scowled by his uninterested tone, I shrink back and nods meekly.

  “Finished, Daddy.”

  “Good, now listen.” he glowers, dark lines falling on his face as his eyebrows knot, disgruntled and apathetic in general.

  “I know you have heard rumors about me. I can tell you, right here with the truth, that I am a tyrant. I run my kingdom through feared loyalty and I will not hesitate to cripple a nation just for the hell of it.”

  I gulp, it’s loud in my blaring ears as I sit stiffly between his legs.

  “I will leave your former kingdom alone, I won't touch them, but if they dare to challenge me for my rights over you then I will not sit back and let them take you from me.”

  Horrible pictures of the Ennis family ruined and scared had me rethink about opening my mouth. Daddy is as scary as I assumed, even more so if I dare to say.

  I’m a bad girl for loving the way his possessiveness makes me feel, it’s like I’m the ice to the volcano that could erupt at any given time.

  “Do you want to see how important you are to me?”

  I shake my head at his question, I can’t bring myself to answer that dangerous request. No, I don’t want to see and yes, I want to see would result in the same thing. He will show me where I stand in his life with one command. I fear for Helena and the Ennis family’s lives, but I don’t fear for mine.

  Daddy does scare me, but it’s not the same type of terror where I’m afraid he would physically hit me or abuse me.

  “O-oh!” I moan shakily.

  Daddy’s thick fingers brush apart my soiled folds, circling around my sodden clit in tight circles. My butt lifts off the bed and I hang onto his shoulders, I’m not sure why I got up but the soreness aches like a slow climb to the lusty passion.

  “I do not care much about anything, but I care about you; I care so much that you will always be taken care of, you will cum before I do, and I will do everything I can to protect you and our future children.”

  A calloused finger rubs my leaking hole between my tight slits, I mewl throatily at him. As distracting as his fingers are, his promise impacts me more than any of the orgasm Daddy had given me, and they were intense.

  “I-I want to protect Daddy too,” I bite my lips, thighs trembling when two big fingers slide in effortlessly.

  My cheeks burn at how wet I am.

  “You can protect me,” he rasps, pushing me onto his lap as I mouth his strong neck.

  Surprised, my eyes widen at the possibility of doing something for Daddy. I want to do whatever he says so he can be proud of me, I am his good girl, after all, it’s my duty to be whatever he wants me to be.

  “I can?” I eagerly ask, moving back to meet his eyes.

  He thumbs my clit with a small light tease, “You can protect my heart.”

  It’s astounding to know that this man commands the entire southern territories, is extremely unapproachable, and older than me during our first meeting as well as demanding for my presence on the next day, and then now he’s this patient and kind man.

  A man with many sides.

  So talented, my dirty girl voice purrs.

  “You can do that, can’t you, little girl?”

  Yes, I can, and that’s a rhetorical question. He and I both know that he stole my heart the moment he laid eyes on me, and he stole it before I even knew, that’s how magical this whole thing is.

  “I’ll do my best, Daddy!” I nod firmly, my resolve crumbles as he spreads the two fingers inside. Pulling on my walls, I fall to his chest and my butt slaps down on his lap with a loud squelch coming from my leaking pussy as I accidentally take his fingers deep to the knuckles.

  “Do your best?” he inquires with an unconvinced tone.

  He thrums my clit harder, brings a squeal to pass my lips as I wrap my arms arou
nd his thick neck.

  “No, no, um—I-I’ll protect Daddy’s heart.” I correct myself the best I can with my mind going haywire from his ministration.

  Daddy is a tease and a mean man, he didn’t give me time to think. I wanted to sound like an intellectual with sophisticated words, but he’s got me trapped in a limbo of drunken stupor.

  “Don’t break that promise, little girl, or I will punish you.”

  Chapter Six

  Leon

  Once I make a choice, I have never gone back on my words.

  Somehow this tiny girl with a mop of black hair and glassy blue eyes ask to keep the original schedule on our wedding, and I caved to her big doe-eyes.

  I don’t see the harm of letting it go her way as cramming this big wedding on one day would be near damn impossible.

  I have a feeling it’s the girl on the computer had something to do with Mina’s request. That woman, the heiress of Ennis, had been calling through an internet connection for hours before I let Mina pick up the call.

  There is no privacy in their conversation as I have Mina sitting in my lap, I listen in with little interest to the latest gossip and what dress the bride’s maid should wear.

  “I’m taking karate classes,” the woman on the monitor comments offhandedly.

  Mina’s head tilts under my chin, “Good for you?”

  “I have been leveling up.”

  “Are you preparing for your quest to save the world and fight some dragons in the journey?” Mina jokes, giggling softly behind her hand.

  “Well,” the computer changes some pitch of the heiress’ voice, “You are the purest princess in my heart.”

  I glare over Mina’s head, burning holes into the woman’s smug face when my little girl makes a confused noise. Her not-so-subtle hint about this ‘rescue’ doesn’t fly over my intelligence, but Mina has no idea about the implication underneath those easy words.

  “I am?” Mina leans forward, my steel hold around her waist prevents her from moving further to the computer as it will damage her eyes in long term use.

  “Always been,” the woman agrees with a twirl of her hair, “Oh, right. Do you still have the book about a boy creating magic with an orange pen?”

  Mina nods, “Yeah, why?”

  “Can I see it?”

  Her blue eyes turn back to me, wide and innocently happy as she waist for my permission. Our bedroom is filled with her book on a wall shelf made just for them, and it’s right next door to this second office. I have two offices, and this one is used for convenience when I have to get to the computers quicker.

  The woman’s face remains passive, narrowing her almond eyes for a brief second to let me understand the message. I pat Mina’s ass and she jumps off my lap, she stands there with a look of expectancy lacing in her excited little bounces on her heels.

  “Come right back,” I tell her, turning the chair for her to run out from between my legs and into the adjoining master bedroom.

  I switch my focus back to the heiress, “What.”

  “I got an invitation,” she said.

  My peripheral vision picks up Mina’s small form zooming to the other side as there are two bookshelves for all the books she read, is reading, and will read in the near future. She can’t let go of old books, they have been with her for so long that they have memories as sentimental values.

  “I have not sent one.” the wedding invitation is supposed to be sent out to the Ennis family today.

  “It’s addressed to Mina.” the heiress waves the letter encased in an envelope through the screen.

  I sit up straighter, my attention becomes tunneled vision. “What’s the content?”

  “Marriage proposal.”

  My jaw snaps, baring my teeth in anger and wrath engulfs me in a blanket of sin as I imagine strangling the invitation owner with my bare hands. The fool has the audacity to ask my little girl for her hand in marriage, and I don’t care if they knew about me taking in Mina, but this bizarre news is a bit odd.

  Mina told me she isn’t out much, only when the heiress asks her to accompany her. All of her time is spent in the castle so there is no way for anyone to have developed the balls to ask for marriage on a girl who probably doesn’t know them.

  I’m different. It’s love at first sight, as fucking cringy as it sounds, but I know Mina is the one I have been missing my whole life. She’s my other half and she completes me in ways that I know I’m much stronger with her by my side.

  “Who sent it,” I demand, anger seeping out of my impatient tone.

  “A colonel from the North, Peter Phillips.”

  I have no trouble with the North as they keep to themselves, rarely interacting with the other countries as they have their own traditional culture that doesn’t touch the mainstream norms of the modern world. Overall, they are more than old-schooled in many aspects, and they usually don’t allow many visitors unless it is a united meeting of leaders.

  “What’s his basis of the proposal?” I set my chin on my knuckles as my ears hone in on Mina’s little shuffles.

  “Nothing, he just wants to marry Mina.” the heiress drops the envelope down on her desk and sighs.

  She continues, “I don't know what it is, but something is not right, not a soul of the North has stepped foot in Ennis. Unless some snooty prince saw her at the ball, that I can't say for sure since they didn’t exactly have name tags, and everyone looks the same after a while.”

  I’m going to have the man’s information on my desk by the end of the day, then I will decide the best course of action to deal with the issue. Our wedding shouldn’t be postponed by some irrelevant man who thinks he has a chance with my Mina, and I certainly wouldn’t want our marriage to start off with bloodshed.

  “The Ennis family no longer have guardianship over Mina, you leave this matter to me and send the letter back.” I shift in my chair.

  The woman snorts, rolling her eyes. “Yes, you brute, everyone knows. But she is still part of my family, you can’t be unreasonable as to keep her to yourself.”

  Mina would be so upset if she were to have no outside contact, this woman is close to my little girl, so I will set aside my possessiveness to let her be a friend to Mina. Women or men, Mina should only need me to keep her happy.

  “I found it!” a happy exclaim shouts from the bedroom with Mina running out.

  The book in her hands is worn, she probably has read this story millions of times as the pages are frayed and old. Mina slides back into my lap, a natural instinct to be close to me can be taken from her subconscious actions.

  Mina pushes the book to the camera on the screen and grins with her ass bouncing on my cock. I swallow a groan, splaying my fingers over the curve of her waist to stop her naughty moves, she wiggles more merrily and giggles.

  “Why do you need the book?” she asks, unaware of the conversation that had gone down.

  “Well, you know me. I’m always trying something new and I remember that book have some good scenes where I can reenact.” the heiress cocks a smirk, leaning her knuckle on her cheek.

  Mina laughs, “You’re not a history buff, and this isn’t the revolutionary war.”

  “Anything can be reenacted with the right incentives.”

  Black hair falling over her shoulders, the tips dragging on my forearm as she leans back to my chest with a thoughtful hum.

  “I have an hour of horseback riding, I’ll see you later?” the heiress touches the screen.

  My foolish little girl fans her fingers over hers, “Love you,”

  It irks me to hear her declare her love to someone else, but I remind myself that this is someone she had grown up with and there is no reason for me to feel territorial over the confession. The love between Mina and I go beyond familial, and that smug woman won’t get more than that.

  “Je t’aime.”

  I shoot the woman a glare, her showoff makes my little girl giggle and I’m feeling a bit competitive.

  I close the commun
ication window, rubbing small circles on Mina’s hip as she touches the book fondly.

  “Mom loved this book,” she starts, she could be talking to herself, but I listen closely.

  “The Queen said that this book is mom’s greatest treasure and that I would also love it because it teaches me things that I won’t ever understand just by being in the real world.”

  I bury my nose in her hair, silently bathing in her soft voice when I feel her press back firmly on my chest to search for the warmth that I emit.

  “Maybe I’m wrong but following the voice in your head can be a good thing.” she nods.

  I know many experts in psychology would disagree.

  “Your brain won’t trick you into things that you don’t believe in, there are only logical senses for you to portray.”

  Her life as a sheltered girl goes beyond the extent of pure innocence, she has no concept of danger when it comes to gut feelings as it is usually the more accurate one. Mina would help someone commit a crime and still think she is doing something good because of some lame ass excuse that tugs on her fragile little heartstrings.

  Which is why I’m the man she needs in her life, she needs me to tell her that not everyone is truthful, and that they don’t have good intentions. More people fall into one of the categories of the seven deadly sins.

  Looking into my own character, I fall into all seven.

  “I thought you were this really scary man when I heard the rumors,” she murmurs, flicking the pages on the closed book.

  “And now? What do you think of me?” I whisper deeply in her ear, she squirms with a shy giggle.

  “Still scary.” Mina breathes, “The voice in my head told me I should stay away from you because you’re not what Helena said would be good for me.”

  “If you think following the voice in your head is right, then why aren’t you fighting for your freedom?” I tighten my hold around her as emphasis.

  “Because I know Daddy won’t let go,” she said, so casually too.

  My little girl has no idea what she is talking about, but she seems convinced on her train of thought even though it has nothing to do with the book. Everywhere her thought processes went off track, she got one point right.