by Dani Wyatt
“Tell me what you want, Baby.”
“Please, Daddy, will you touch me?” She whispered into my leg, shifting that crimson ass an inch higher, the sweet, delicious scent of her pushing me to the edge of madness.
It had begun, and I needed to push her a little farther.
“Where do you want me to touch you, Baby?”
She tensed for a second. This was a new world for her, but I also knew she trusted me more than God, so I gave her a second and waited.
She took an audible breath and shifted, her vise-like grip on my legs loosening a bit.
“Put your fingers inside me. Please, Daddy.”
Holy shit, that was enough to pull my balls up into my gut.
Slow was best, watching her skin shiver as I spread open her ass cheeks. I gently traced my fingers down from the top of her ass crack, gliding lower, listening to every gulp of air, watching every twitch of skin as my Baby spread her thighs just enough. When I hit that dripping, flowing heat, my sanity exploded.
My eyes could not have seen anything more beautiful than that red ass. My hand swooped between her thighs. I glided my fingers down, spreading her naked outer lips to accommodate my exploring fingertips. She was soaked, just as I thought she would be. I knew my Baby, and putting her over my knee for a ripe swat had the exact effect I expected.
My babygirl may be innocent, but she knew the pull of pleasure I had taught her. She was quickly becoming addicted to my hand, and soon it would be my tongue and then my raging hard-on.
I slipped in and out of her folds, easing around that hard nub. Applying just the right pressure, I teased her outer lips with my slick fingers. Slowly, I pushed one finger into her folds until those little moans and gasps gave me the word to take it further.
“Baby likes Daddy’s fingers, doesn’t she?”
“Ummm...” She moaned, cocking her hips higher.
“You want my fingers up inside you?”
“Yes, Daddy...please...”
Such a good girl. I was more than willing to give her what she needed.
The tips of my fingers eagerly found her glorious flowing opening, as I kept my other hand firm on top of her ripe, red ass, listening to every breath she took. Every ounce of my being was focused on bringing her the ultimate pleasure. There was no sound in the world sweeter than the gasps and yelps of my babygirl cumming, and I was hooked to it.
“Good girl, you’re so wet. You liked your spanking, didn’t you?” I swirled my fingertips in her juices, playing and teasing at her opening before I pushed inside.
She was tight, innocent, and I didn’t want to lose any of that. When it was time, it was my cock that was going to press through that sweet resistance and get the glory of taking her V-card.
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice was breathy, but rich, and it resonated with her choking need.
I had fingered her before, taught her to cum, but I wanted more and I knew it was time I taught her some next level shit with my mouth. Dreaming of how she would taste for all those years had left me salivating, and now, I was going to make it happen.
“You took your spanking like a good girl. I have a reward for you.” I gave her clit a hard rub and she yelped into my leg. “Come here.”
I slipped my hands around her waist and pulled her up, pressing her lips against mine. She opened wide and our tongues fought to find each other. Her arms wrapped around my neck like she was a desperate child, and I drank in her need for me like a drowning man given a taste of air.
While I took her mouth with mine, I reached down, pulling her panties and little shorts to her ankles. Her breathing was faster, she was caught up and I couldn’t wait to get her under my tongue, to suck in her flow and swallow her flavor.
She kicked off her panties and shorts as I got them to her ankles, never pulling from our kiss. My cock pushed painfully out against the fabric of my camo pants as I anticipated what was to come.
There was no more waiting left in me. My brain was in overdrive and I picked her up, breaking our kiss as she choked on her words, shocked by the sudden movement. I turned her and lowered her onto the bed, pulling her ass to the edge and quickly getting into position.
“Wait...”
I didn’t listen, there was no more ‘wait’ left in me.
The light in the room was dim, only the bathroom light scoring a glow across the thick carpet, up the side of the bed, along the duvet. But it was enough for me to see the glory in front of me. My hands wrapped around her thighs, opening her in front of my face, and I drew a deep breath, taking in the essence of her that spun in my head like a cyclone.
I consumed her with my mouth, taking in the entirety of her naked lips and sucking on her mound with furious need.
Her body jerked and spasmed. The soft screams and moans as she begged for me to stop echoed off the walls of the room. But there was no stopping. From the way her hands quickly began pressing into the sides of my head, I knew I was right where she needed me to be.
“Oh my God!” She whimpered, her thighs quaking like she was shivering and naked in the arctic.
My tongue lapped at her opening as she flowed into my mouth. I sucked every drop, swallowing and drawing out more as my tongue dove deep, reaching inside her innocent opening.
It took a lot of strength to hold her still once she got going. My Baby was a freak all of a sudden, and every part of me stoked that fire. I nibbled and licked, wrapping my lips around her clit and giving it a deep, pulsing suck for several minutes, hitting her hard with my tongue until her body seized up and shook like an earthquake.
She screamed like she was losing her life, but it was the opposite. I was giving it to her, and she trembled beneath me as my mind reeled at the thought of bringing this to her. My babygirl, finally, under my tongue and in my possession. I would never let her go.
I drank every drop of her release, letting her soften after the explosion. Her belly still shook as I stood up, leaning over to give her a long, deep kiss. The thought of her own juices flowing over her tongue only made me crazier with my own desire. And in that moment I decided: it was time. I stood up tall, pressing my thighs between her legs, reaching down and stripping off my stark white t-shirt.
“Sit up, babygirl.”
I had shown her how to stroke me, and it was a dream come true to watch her hand circle my cock, to guide her and show her how to pulse up and down. Her face always watching intently, learning how to please me. But she was ready for more, and God knew I was, too.
Looking down at her angel face, her eyes imploring but unsure, I was on the verge of a fucking breakdown.
“You’re going to suck Daddy’s cock, Baby.”
I could see the fear in her eyes as my hands worked my belt. The clink of the brass buckle releasing the canvas with a swish, turning her eyes into headlights.
I just about shot my load in my pants as she looked up at me, her eyes wide. She bit down on her lip.
“I don’t know how, Daddy...”
Jesus, there was no mercy. This little girl knew how to yank my chain like a dog.
“I’m going to show you.” I kicked off those pants like a flash of lightning, standing up and drawing a deep breath that filled my lungs to capacity. My cock stood alert, like a steel missile, thick and smeared wet with my dripping pre-cum.
Baby licked her lips and my balls tightened into a rock sac.
Her mouth fell open as I pushed the tip just in front of her bubblegum lips. I wished I could capture the moment, keep it forever. But there was no more waiting. I knew I wouldn’t last long, so I needed to teach her—and fast.
“Like this?” Before I could speak, she had her hand over my shaft, squeezing with just the right pressure at the base of my cock. Her tongue glided, slick and wet, out from between her full lips to take her first taste.
“Good girl. Now lick the tip. Taste those wet little drops. That’s it. Lick all around first, get the head nice and wet.” I’d barely choked the words out before she set to work l
ike a pro.
My head fell back with the sensation of her tongue, swirling around the capped head of my cock. It was like the fucking heavens opened up and sent down an angel just for me.
I couldn’t wait. My hands moved to the sides of her head. The heat in my face was matched only by the raging need to have her mouth around my shaft.
“Now, open up, babygirl. Lick your lips, get them good and wet, then slide Daddy’s cock inside. Suck and lick as I guide your rhythm until you learn...”
Holy fuck.
My brain exploded as she did exactly as I asked, then looked up at me for approval with those dark eyes. Her lashes fluttered as my cock spread her lips.
“That’s it, holy shit. Baby, God... Just like that.” I pulsed my hips forward, driving down until I nudged the back of her throat. I heard her gag, but she didn’t stop—the little trooper. She kept looking up at me and my load was already sneaking up and knocking at the door to drench her throat.
The slick heat of her mouth did its job fast. She pulsed me in and out, alternating sucking hard and running her tongue up and down the bottom of my shaft. I could tell she was trying so hard, and it only made it that much sweeter to watch.
I wanted to savor it longer, but she was too good and it had been too long.
“God, Baby. Suck hard. Eat Daddy’s cum...”
I roared and she pumped her hand around the bottom of my shaft, sending me into orbit. How the fuck did she know to do that at just the perfect time? Jesus fucking Christ. My legs locked down and my cock head exploded.
Gushes of my hot cream filled her mouth. She gulped and sucked and swallowed, but it was too much. It dripped out around her lush lips, down her chin. But she took me deep, sucking ferociously until the last white ropes of cum covered her face.
I stood there, my heart pounding as she licked me clean. She was brilliant. Nothing in the world could be as perfect as my Baby.
“Did I do okay? Was that right?”
She is trying to kill me.
“Yes, Baby. That was right.” My dick rose, pulsing a little with the aftermath of my orgasm, and I blew out a long exhale.
I hauled her up into my arms, crushing her against my chest, breathing in the soft scent of her hair as I listened intently to her breath. She melted into me and my spent cock was already going for round two. But that was enough for her right now. I didn’t want to push her. I knew what to do and what she needed.
I pulled her panties back up, along with her pajama shorts. Then I gave her a long kiss as I got my junk back under control and in my pants.
She smiled and my heart burst in my chest.
“So, when you’re naughty, you’re going to be punished. You know that now, right? I’ve been taking it slow with you, Baby, but you have a lot of learning to do.”
“It hurt. But I wasn’t scared.” She leaned back on the bed, tucking her legs beneath her and folding her hands in her lap. “When I was little, I was always scared of punishments. But those were different. I never knew what was happening. Dad would slap me, or throw me against the wall. Before it stopped, the other stuff....he would...” She paused and her lip shook.
I wanted to kill that fucker.
“I was always scared at night. Waiting for him to come in.”
“You never need to be afraid of me, Baby. I’m here to take care of you, to protect you, and your punishments are always for your own good. Never in anger. Ever. You’ll always know why you’re being punished, and it will never be more than you can take. Always, always remember. I love you more than my own life. Do you get that, Baby? Do you understand how deep you are inside me already? I love you, Baby, and I always will.”
I grabbed her shoulders, making sure she was looking into my eyes.
It was the first time I’d told her I loved her, in person. I had said it plenty of times in letters and on the phone. But, for some reason, we hadn’t said it since I’d been back. I needed her to know into the deepest parts of her soul, that my love was never-ending. When we were ninety years old, I would still love her and take care of her.
“I love you, too. So much...” The tears rose, teetering on the bottoms of her eyelids, and my heart snapped into two.
“Daddy will never leave you. Never. And anyone that ever tried to hurt you or fuck with you ever again, won’t take another breath as long as I walk this earth. Don’t you ever forget, no matter what happens, I’ll always love you. My heart left me a long time ago, Baby. You’ve been carrying it around next to yours for years, you just didn’t know it.”
She gave me that princess smile and the world stopped turning. I knew without a doubt that she was home.
My eyes darted over to the nightstand, remembering how all of this got started.
“Drink it.” I pushed the rubber nipple toward those glistening pink lips. Her eyes gave away her moment of defiance, but it didn’t last this time. She opened, took the nipple inside, and began to take long, slow sucks.
It was a thing of beauty.
Chapter Eight
Chloe
Had it all been a dream?
The crazy wedding, waking up there in Ryder’s bed. Having Ryder’s arms around me all night.
All the letters, the phone calls—nothing compared to having him there. Live. Real.
I stared at myself in the massive mirror that covered the entire wall of the bathroom.
He still wanted me, despite my curves.
For my curves.
Since the first day he came to pick up Trixie, when I was fourteen, my dreams and fantasies had been filled with Ryder. Now? Here we were, together at last.
I was worried about Mom, Dad and Trix. Ryder was out of his mind when I told him about some of the stuff that happened when I was a kid. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, but he was so good at getting things out of me. I felt safe with him, and the one thing he wanted from the beginning was zero secrets, and zero lies.
Trust meant everything to my Ryder. Nothing I ever told him about my sorry life made him love me any less. I had to tell him everything about what happened when I was ten. It felt good talking about it, too. I’d never been able to let it out until Ryder.
And then, Ryder had set out for vengeance.
He learned that Mom and Dad were behind on their lot rent at the trailer park. So, he went and bought their back rent, then purchased their lot outright. Mom and Dad would have to go within thirty days, or the park would tow their trailer off the lot.
Ryder also had an investigation opened into Dad’s disability income. Dad got hurt on his job as a hi-lo driver back when I was a baby. Since then, things had been different, and I never understood how all of it worked. Dad did everything and anything he wanted to, but when the insurance people came around, once a year, he got his walker from the back of the trailer and curled over like a pretzel, wincing and yelping in pain with every step.
Ryder had a private investigator take video tape evidence of Dad outside, doing yard work, drinking beer, and playing horse shoes. Since Ryder sent that to the insurance company, they would probably cut off Dad’s disability checks.
When Ryder sent that text last night to everyone at the wedding, it had a long screen grab of all the messages between Mom and Trix, and Trixie’s friends, about the plan for her to get pregnant and have Ryder marry her. After he turned twenty-seven and received his full inheritance, Trix would divorce him.
It also had a couple of nasty pictures of Trixie and Jimmy Blankenship. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when I saw the pictures of Trix with some sort of thing in her behind, with a furry tail attached. She was wearing a dog collar, too, but nothing else. So I’d sent those to Ryder.
It all began when I overheard Trixie and Mom talking about how to get Ryder’s money. Later, when Trix and her friend Stephanie were laughing about Jimmy Blankenship and what Trixie and him were doing, I couldn’t not tell Ryder about it.
Now, I was in our big bathroom, in our enormous mansion house, drowning in guilt becaus
e I was the one that forwarded the texts and pictures to him.
They had no idea that Ryder and I were writing and talking and planning our own future while they were planning his financial ruin. How could people be so cruel and selfish?
Ryder kept saying I must have come from a pretty stork, because there was no way the same blood that ran like ice in their veins, ran through mine.
It would've been great if that were true. Unfortunately, you don’t get to choose your family. Now that I had someone that loved me, I could see things so much clearer.
An hour before, I got my first spanking—I thought I would be mad, but I wasn’t. When it was over, I experienced a peace that I hadn’t felt before in my entire life. It washed over me in waves.
Sure, it hurt like crazy. Ryder was strong, and his palm stung like heck. It probably would have hurt less if he had set a hundred honey bees on my ass to sting me, but I made it through.
The crazy part—the thing I never in a million years expected—it made me so hot. My mind was spinning the whole time. When he was done, I was hoping he would touch me forever. I couldn’t help it. I raised my bottom and opened my legs, almost like I was inviting him. And, sure enough, he took that bait and I was soaking wet on his fingers.
I gasped and rubbed my arms, staring in the mirror and biting back a giddy smile. When I took his cock in my mouth for the first time, the noises rippling from his lips made me want to throw caution to the wind and offer him my pussy to bury his cock in. He liked the way I sucked his rod.
I love you.
Ryder’s words resounded in my ears. Hearing him say it to me in person was still a new experience. When I heard it the first time, the world could’ve ended that minute and I would’ve happily embraced death.
Never had I felt so loved, so safe, and so oddly free. Sure, I got a burning spanking, and Ryder promised there would be more. But it didn’t make me frightened.
