by Celia Crown
I love waking up with his hand between my thighs, but this time, I didn’t leave the dreamland with the welcoming feeling of warmth pooling inside my belly.
It’s so different that I woke up immediately and turn to my side to find Daddy. I initially thought he left the bed when I felt no juices leaking from my tingly pussy.
I smile gleefully to myself, watching the hard lines on his face soften in his sleep, but he looks like he still looks like he’s ready for battle. The warrior soul in him does not rest, he’s on alert and vigilant at all hours. Maybe it’s from the years of being a king with enemies coming to take his throne or he was born with the innate wrath in him.
Pure black ink lining and circling in a fine pattern from his thick arms to the width of his chest. He has a body that comes from hard work and vigorous training, defining the grooves and sharpness of his build with the tanned skin emphasizing the muscles bulging in my eyes with his chest going up and down with every breath he takes.
I faintly trace one black ink with the tip of my fingernail, his skin is hotter than I expected as I trail up the design that swirls around his arm like a snake. I slip onto his broad shoulders, playing with the soft tip of his hair as I blindly caress his neck and it’s too thick for me to wrap my little fingers around.
Daddy did that to me and I want to feel what he feels when he holds my life in his hand, and a sense of dominance flushes over me and I feel high on the power that flows through my mind. As I move on to touch other parts of his body, I slowly begin to feel so lucky that I am able to call this beast of a man my husband.
Power reeks from him as he sleeps, sending a warning to anyone who would be foolish enough to dive into his territory that he will pounce for the kill.
I wonder if he’s truly asleep.
He’s too alert to be sleeping so deeply with my clumsy and exploring fingers, he has to feel my nails raking gently down his rock-hard abs. They don’t jump or ripple at the sensation, and I take it as a sign for me to keep exploring his big body.
I continue down and bump into something hard, hot and very big.
Biting my lips with furrowed brows, I wrap my hands around his throbbing shaft. Pulsing hotly in my palm, I squeeze the thickness and giggle softly under my breath. Daddy is still not awake yet, but he is responsive to my touch, and I could feel the soreness in my little pussy throb dully at the emptiness with the memories of being stuffed so full that I thought Daddy would break me in half.
I take full advantage of Daddy’s sleeping state to touch him however I want because he would never let me get this far unless he gives me permission and sometimes he isn’t that patient with me to play with his big cock that he would seize my hands and stuff his face between my thighs.
He ends up wiping my memories of wanting to please him.
I thumb the tip, smearing a clear droplet onto the head with the heavy comforter laying above his waist—Daddy’s very sculpted hips.
Twisting my fingers around his girth to start rubbing him up and down like a tempo of entrancing waves with a bit of inexperience. I learned from multiple occasions that Daddy likes certain things and he doesn’t like some things. What he does love is when my little hands clearly show him that he’s too big for me to contain in them.
Daddy likes to visibly see the vast difference in size between us, I think it feeds his ego and that it leaves no doubt that he is the dominant in this relationship.
I plop my face into the crook of his neck and whines his name, I need him awake for me. It feels wrong to touch Daddy without his permission and concern fills me that he might get angry and spank me again, though that is a punishment I would love to accept with my butt up in the air. However, it’s the disappointment in his eyes that I can't stomach.
My hand refuses to let go of his pulsing length as I’m too greedy to let this chance go. The internal struggle is too hard, and the submissive side wins over as the curious little girl reverts back inside with the boldness dissipating.
“Daddy?” I whisper, his ear his close as I bury my nose in his neck.
I squeeze the massive cock, licking my lips and swiping my tongue over his skin. Working a little harder, I pump his shaft with sure fingers as I listen to any changes in his breathing. He remains asleep, rich desire curls around my tummy and staying until I can get his cock in my mouth.
If he isn’t going to wake up, then he won’t know what I have done.
I harden my resolve with a purse of my lips and take my hand out from underneath the comforter. Leaving the side of his warmth gives the cold morning air the space to nip at my naked body, I shiver and flip my hair on my other shoulder to slowly lift up the tented blanket over Daddy’s equally naked body, and I had to stop and admire the hard muscles packed under his tanned and tattooed skin.
Pulsing and throbbing with redness taking over the massive shaft, the dark vein expands across the underside of his cock and my mouth waters again. Bobbing and standing tall, it leaks thick fluids down and I have half a mind not to dive down to pick up the trail.
I wouldn’t want Daddy to wake up just yet now that I have decided to do this naughty little thing I have in mind.
I settle between his spread legs, tapping on his thighs with my nails as I giddily smile. I’m so good at this, Daddy isn’t waking from my hands rubbing his big cock and I proudly pat myself on the back. I suck the head between my wet lips, sucking on the tip for more of those clear drops to touch my tongue. His cock lays heavily on my tongue as I slowly inch him deeper into my hot mouth, quietly humming at his taste.
Saliva messily drips from my mouth and sliding down on his shaft, slurping loudly when I move the head to my throat. Tightening in reflex, I take a deep breath to prepare to take him down as far as I can go. I want to break my limit and swallow Daddy's whole cock, but it’s too intimidating as it’s too big.
I have trouble taking him in my pussy, so my mouth struggles to accommodate him too. Moving my head back, I take over with jerking motions of my tiny fist with the saliva providing so much friction to make a squelching noise.
Too focused on moving my head down on his cock again, tears smear around my eyes at the prickling pain of having my jaw spread so wide to fit all of him in. I want to make him proud even though he will never know this happened because he’s asleep and I would never tell him in fear of being punished with the name ‘bad little girl’ branded on the red welts of his handprints on my butt.
I mentally scoff at the thought. Daddy would only spank me for not listening to him, and maybe he will hit me again. I kind of look forward to the stinging pain, my pussy floods Daddy’s cock when he drops his hands on me with crisp slaps.
Lewd slurping can be heard loudly in my ears, but I pay no attention to that as I quicken my pace to milk his cock before he wakes up. It’s a race between time and adrenaline.
I am so glad that he is completely knocked out, this secretive sensation creeps up the back of my head as it feels like I’m doing something illegal or scandalous. It makes this whole thing more fulfilling and exciting as his cock throbs between my lips.
Shuddering, I muffle my needy groan with a strong suck as his musky scent fills my nose to bring pleasure to my untouched pussy with my neglected clit.
The careful friction and lascivious squishing noises make my heart thump wildly against my ribs, pushing air out of my lungs as I take a deep breath to swallow him wholly inside my hot mouth.
The thrill of being caught demands a touch to my clit, as I am about to let my throat take a break, a strong hand roughly push me down until my nose nudges his pelvis.
I squeak in fright and panic, only being able to expand my rippling throat to keep my gag reflex at bay.
I spoke too soon.
Daddy is awake and he is holding my head down far too long, I whine and groan with tears running down my cheeks. Daddy only finds me wrecked like this to let me come up for air.
Coughing and shakily inhaling air into my expanding lungs, I set my lips into a sm
all pout with a teary face. I meet his glare through my wet lashes, he wins the little girl in me quickly with one heated gaze.
“Daddy?” I ask lightly, testing where his mood is.
“What the fuck were you doing?”
“Um, nothing?” I smile awkwardly, sitting back on the bed with my legs under me while Daddy gets up from the bed.
Rippling muscles tighten and pull taut to define the solid frame, he traps me inside his legs and leaking cock with a sheen of shiny wetness.
Daddy gives me a look.
“I was just bored, Daddy. Is that bad?” I stutter out.
“And you thought sucking my cock would help?” he growls, voice husky and baritone from sleep.
I nod wordlessly.
“You know better than that,” he hisses, hand wrapping around his cock and jerks it with fervor.
I swallow and stare at the roughness he is giving to his shaft.
“You could have choked.” his voice brings me back to his wild eyes.
I weakly said, “But I didn’t.”
“You don’t know your limits, little girl, “Daddy reminds me, and I know he only wants me to see things in his perspective, but I can take care of myself.
I choose to not say anything, squirming on the bed with every stroke passing by the red tip.
“It was a mistake to let you satisfy your curiosity,” Daddy states.
I cock my head and gasp, “You were awake?”
He nods, “You underestimate me, little girl. I am a very light sleeper.”
I grumpily pout, feeling deceived since I was really proud of myself for getting this far without him knowing.
“Why didn’t you stop me?”
He simply answers, “I wanted to see how far your self-control goes.”
Daddy takes my hand and replaces his rough strokes with my softer ones, “Seems like you need a lot more training than I originally anticipated to start today.”
“Training?” I ask, letting him guide my moving hand around his wet cock.
He raises an eyebrow, no humor coming from his eyes as he is dead serious about what he says.
“You may be the Queen of Sosis, but you are still my little girl.”
I flush, “What’s today’s training?”
Daddy smirks darkly.
“Orgasm denial.”
Epilogue
Leon
Eight Months Later.
If I was protective of my little Mina before, then I am overbearing right now.
I don’t let her pick up anything over five pounds, she has a maid escorting her wherever she goes, and she is restricted within our home and if she wants to go out then I will accompany her with more guards.
She must have one-hour feet rubs every day, she says they hurt because of how swollen she feels all the time and the baby bump on her stomach is big.
A man my size would certainly raise some questions as to how big the child will grow in her body and how will it affect her health. Doctors have been on high alert as she is on her trimester pregnancy, any little mistake could potentially harm the baby and her. I will have their jobs and their heads if anything goes wrong, and this is the time where I am too wound up with tension about her safety.
Doctors have been pushing for a c-section as the baby grows bigger than they anticipated, and it means that the baby boy has gotten my genes, her little body could not withstand the immense pain from pushing out the baby.
Mina wants a natural birth, but she is not opposing the surgical removal if it comes down to it. I have been reading up on medical books from obstetricians and other professional medical professors, I want to be prepared for anything that can go wrong.
With the amount of information I consume, I would be a doctor rather than a ruler of this nation.
Mina thinks I’m overreacting as she isn’t even concerned. I have the best doctors at her call all day and night. I’m not that naïve, I know that life is a fucking bastard when it wants to be so I will be prepared, it’s what makes me an effective leader.
“Mina,” I growl once I see her out of bed.
I had just returned from a meeting with my councils, and I had given her and the maids specific instructions that Mina is to not step foot on the ground no matter how much she begs.
Seems like I am too lenient these days.
I wave the maids off and they quickly shuffle out the door with the last one closing the door behind her with a respectful bow of her head. I turn back to the grinning girl with something hiding behind her back.
Her protruding stomach lets the dress flow freely around her knees, bare feet scrunching in the carpet and I raise an eyebrow for her excuse. She always has an excuse for everything, I once caught her in a lie about sleeping when she was reading her book.
She would do just about anything to finish her books, and she isn’t above ignoring me to favor the worn pages. Though, she thought twice about doing that again because I come first to her. Her old books don’t stand a chance against a tyrant hell-bent on her affection.
“Let me see,” I cock my head to peer around her, but she dodges my inquiring gaze and I shoot her a stern glance.
“You already did something you weren’t supposed to, and now you’re being difficult,” I said, and she sheepishly grins and wiggles with a piece of black hair moving to her shoulder.
“You might get mad at me,” she blinks with her doe-eyes.
She knows what they can do to me and she remorselessly widens her eyes like a hopeful puppy, and every time, I foolishly fall for it. I do learn but I can’t stop myself from giving into her when I know that she will show me that sunshine smile that I crave so much to brighten my dark soul.
“I won’t get mad,” I reassure her.
She hesitates a bit with a debate going on her face, “Really?”
“Depends,” I correct myself and she scrunches her nose at me.
“On what?” Mina takes a step back to counter my advancing step.
“On whether it will cause you harm.”
She shakes her head with a smile as she takes one hand from behind to rub her stomach, “It won’t. I wouldn’t do that to us.”
“Then I won’t be mad,” I tell her, which it could be a lie since her definition of harm clearly doesn’t match up to mine.
I think anything can pose a danger to her. My instinctive nature demands that I take care of everything for her while my parental quality mandates me to make sure Mina has the best of everything to prevent the baby from harm.
Mina takes her other hand from behind and shows me what she’s been hiding.
It’s my crown.
Pure gold holds the status of wealth and power, sharpness has a flare of the immediate type of danger that only a king has the ability to hold on his head. Rare jewels littering around the golden crown with polychromic cuts that offset the propriety of the gold.
She holds my title in her little hands, and I would let her keep it if she would smile like an angel.
A question arises to me, my crown is kept under lock in my main office with a heavy security system.
“How did you get it?” I raise an eyebrow, not one bit upset at her actions.
She bats her lashes at me coyly and I’m proud at how far she had gone. Months ago, she was this shy and meek little girl, and slowly, she keeps her timidity with a new determination in her eyes that she will be the best wife she can be with her own crown on her head while she rules beside me.
“Are you mad?” she asks me instead of answering.
“No.”
I watch her breathe easily and her melodramatics is too adorable. She waves her hand for me to bend down, and I bend my waist to let her set the crown gently on my head, she had to tiptoe since we are so different in heights.
She watches me with bright eyes, smiling happily as I straighten up. Her neck cranks up and hums gleefully with small giggles.
A crown of status and my casual attire causes a dissonance.
The clothes that
I went to see the councils are more casual than a suit; just a simple black shirt that stretches over my wide body and pants with a pair of boots, it’s an attire that isn’t suited for a ruler, but what I look like has no impact on my performance when I shoot down ideas to strengthen our nation.
Being a king doesn’t mean I have to dress formally all the time.
Some plans have merit and I leave them to the side to look at it later, but other bullshit ideas get tossed back to the speaker’s face.
She nods proudly to herself, “Daddy looks the best with his crown.”
I admire her glowing beauty with the weight on my head, my heart kicks up with a sweet hum purring in my chest. I cradle her cheeks and take in the love from her gorgeous blue eyes, I rub her plump cheeks and a noise escapes her throat meekly.
“Daddy, kiss me,” she whispers.
I press our lips together, innocent and light. She breathlessly mewls, fisting my shirt as I devour her lips heatedly. I pry her sealed lips apart, pushing past the defense of her pearly white teeth to curl my tongue around hers. Pulling a moan from her, I rub her back gently to ease the pain she feels since she begins to show through loose shirts.
Our lips separate, and she goes back onto her feet with me balancing her while she drunkenly smiles. Sliding the crown off my head, she curiously peers at the object and then back at me.
“Daddy?”
“It looks better on you,” I rasp, thunder rolling in my chest.
Dropping the crown on the top of her head, it sits firmly on her head and she laughs sweetly to slightly graze the hardness of the cuts. The golden color fits with her black hair, contrasting with her blue eyes that remind me of the jewels stamped into the gold.
“How do I look?” she cocks her head up while holding the crown on her head to prevent it from falling back.
“Perfection,” I say.
She puckers her pink lips, silently asking for another round of affectionate kiss. I give it to her without complaint, Mina gets a bit greedy in kissing when she pulls back multiple times just to smooch my lips longer the next time.
“Does that mean I get to keep it?” she asks teasingly on my lips.
