by Lucy Lixx
My mother couldn't do that. She couldn't please him like I could. She wouldn't crawl on her hands and knees through mud and muck for him. Everything I did for him was unattainable by anyone else. No one could please Daddy like me. I'm special. He told me so. I remember when he looked down at me one day and whispered that he loved me, his thumb brushing cum away from my cheek as he said those beautiful words directly at me. I'd never heard that phrase uttered in that way before, not even by the lovers with who I had felt a strong connection. Never had I uttered those words, at least not since I was ten years old.
“I love you, too, Daddy,” I said while tearing up.
I had to choke down the water works to keep my composure in front of our fetish family who was watching from the doorway at the loving display in our own personal dungeon. Later, in the recovery room, another little girl approached me as I was hydrating and commented on how lucky I was to have him as my Daddy.
“Any girl would be jealous of your dynamic. It's absolutely beautiful,” she said between mouthfuls of peanuts. “You're a lucky girl.”
I smiled at her compliment, feeling the warmth of it radiating through my soul. I am a very lucky girl to have my Daddy. He was so sweet to me that I almost felt unworthy of it. All the punishments, the spankings, the poundings, and the cum shots were beyond titillating. If I had done this for anyone else, it wouldn't mean a damn thing. But for Daddy, it meant everything. I was blossoming and giving him my whole world all at the same time. I never wanted to be freed from this rapturous bind.
So, why was he giving pleasure to someone else?
I knew that we had to keep our relationship discreet, so it wasn't like I was allowed to barge in and make a fuss about Daddy's dick being in her vagina. Still, it made me feel sick to think that he possibly enjoyed it. What if I wasn't his toy, but just a tool? I had never minded being used before, so why was I suddenly bothered by this thought? When I had finally stopped thrashing around on my bed, I sprawled out on top of the mess of sheets and stared at the wall. My cartoons no longer entertained me because all I wanted was Daddy's attention. Would he be able to sneak in here later? If I asked, he might punish me and I wouldn't like whatever punishment he was going to hand out.
My stomach twisted at the thought of losing his affections. Falling out with Daddy would mean being banned from The Marble. What if he did that to me? I cringed at the thought, attempting to push it away as the sounds from next door increased in volume. Trying hard to tune it out, I turned up my television and rolled over on my bed to hug my teddy bears, shoving their fluffy bodies over my ears so I wouldn't be able to focus on the dreadful noise coming from next door. I considered calling Mistress Lolita to come pick me up. Maybe it would be acceptable for us to go play together while Daddy was busy managing his marriage. I couldn't blame him for playing the part.
But did he like it?
I fell asleep before I noticed the sounds again, the hum of the television and the fur of my stuffed animals comforting me in the midst of my terrible tantrum. It made me feel like a child and not in the good way that Daddy made it feel. I could feel the brat crawling up my throat, ready to throw toys and scream if anyone dared to walk in on my nap. For a little while, I slept peacefully without dreaming for a good while until I was awakened by the sound of my door creaking open. I stayed wrapped up in my sheets and bears, unable to move because I was hoping it was Daddy coming to my rescue.
Innocently, I rolled over on to my left side and put my thumb in my mouth while hugging a bear tightly to my chest. I could hear the sound of clicking, of a tongue against teeth, and gently opened my eyes to find Daddy standing in the middle of my messy room. He was shaking his head.
“You've made quite a mess in here, baby,” he said firmly. “What's wrong?”
Admittedly, I just wanted to lie and say I had cramps that were ravishing my lower body, but I knew better than to lie to Daddy. He'd find out eventually and then take something wonderful away from me like playtime with other little girls. I popped my thumb out of my mouth and yawned, hoping I looked sweet and adorable amidst my cuddly things. It seemed to work, causing Daddy to smile and walk over to my bed.
“Were you having a tantrum?” he asked while rubbing my head.
Before responding, I curled up into his lap and shoved my face into his stomach, inhaling the scent of his body wash. I couldn't stop the tears from coming up this time. They made me want to scream. Of all the things that could make me happy in life, this was the one I didn't want to lose. I could stop painting, give up cartoons, maybe even stop eating, but I couldn't ever give up my Daddy. Sharing him was the worst feeling in the world. Daddy continued to rub my head as I cried quietly in his lap. He didn't scold me or yell at me, and he didn't threaten to take anything away. He just sat with me, held me, and allowed me to cry.
“There are things in this world you don't yet understand,” he whispered as my whimpering subsided. “And one of those things is that you have to share me. It's the way it is.”
“But why?” I asked weakly.
“We've met under circumstances that prevent us from being open about our wonderful connection. I'm sure you understand that.” Daddy explained calmly.
I nodded in response to this. I knew he had other responsibilities, especially to my mother who had been the first one to fall for him. But did she really love him? I tried to keep my bratty attitude from making an appearance, but I couldn't seem to bite my tongue.
“She doesn't love you like I do,” I said flatly. “I do more for you than she ever will.”
Daddy took my throat very firmly between his fingers as he pushed his nose against mine.
“You will respect the decisions I make whether you agree with them or not. Everything I do is to protect you and to protect our relationship. Do you wish to compromise that?” he whispered menacingly.
Shocked, more tears came barreling down my face and I wished I hadn't said anything so rude and dismissive. When Daddy released his grip of my throat, I pulled away and curled up into the corner as he stood in the middle of my room. He pointed a finger at me and demanded that I clean up my mess, warning me that a punishment would come at the end of the week for my misbehavior and jealousy. I stared at his determined stance and the bulge of his muscles beneath his shirt, the abrupt way his demeanor had changed both alarming and arousing. I was excited for the potentially pleasurable punishment, but I was also fearful of losing something as a result. What was he going to make me do? I guess I would find out.
Chapter Six
Friday came relatively quickly, even though my body begging for time to slow down. I wanted to continue imagining the wild things Daddy was about to do to me. Would he force me into a three-way with other strangers? Make me watch him have sex with someone else? I was so ecstatic that I could hardly focus on anything but painting and eating. When my mother had asked me to clean up the garage, I did it slowly and deliberately, hoping that it would slow the time between Friday and that moment. But Friday was here and I wasn't ready for this punishment.
As I started to pack my bag in anticipation of the evening, Daddy came into my room and pushed the bag to the floor.
“You won't be needing a change of clothes,” he said sternly. “Because you'll be staying dirty the entire evening.”
I was overwhelmed with excitement, fluid rushing from my warm peach and soaking my panties that I hadn't yet changed. As I bent to retrieve my bag from the ground, Daddy grabbed my vulva from behind and pinched my clit between two fingers. He rolled his fingers together, eliciting moans as I tried to prop myself up against the bed. He forced my head down into the pillows and started rubbing vigorously, my panties becoming completely soaked by the time he allowed me back up for air.
“Oh, Daddy...” I whispered.
Daddy pinched my clit again and I hissed, gripping the sheets and keeping my bottom still as he rubbed my lips raw. I could feel his erection through his jeans pressed against my thigh and reached back to rub it. He swatte
d my hand.
“You don't get to touch Daddy's cock,” he said. “I'm going to make you beg for it.”
As he pushed his fingers in circles against my sopping wet lips, he leaned down and bit the back of my neck, causing me a yelp that echoed through the empty house. It was so hot having him overpower me, especially without any of the special equipment that we typically used. His fingers were grinding into my delicious fruit and I was ready to bust as soon as he informed me to do so.
But he didn't.
Daddy pulled his hand away abruptly from my aching lips and forced them into my mouth. Before I could say anything, he demanded that I go to the car at once.
“But Daddy, my panties are wet,” I whined.
“I don't care. You will stay dirty all night,” he said firmly. “Now, get in the car before I make you get in the car.”
Daddy's eyes were wild with power, the alpha male proudly appearing through his demeanor and stance. Without a fuss, I went straight out to the car and buckled myself into the passenger seat, waiting patiently for him to come out. I watched him lock the door and climb into the car, turning the engine before heading over to the club. When we arrived, he had me walk in front of him as we entered, Jeff greeting me as he usually did. Daddy stopped him.
“She's under punishment,” Daddy explained to the confused doorman.
A few heads turned at the sound of the word “punishment” and curious eyes followed us as we walked through to the back area. We went straight for our dungeon room, the curtains already pulled back and ready for us to walk through. Mistress was waiting for us on the couch located at the far end of the room with her legs spread wide and her skirt already pulled up. Daddy pointed to the ground in front of her.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
It seemed simple enough. I got on my knees in front of Mistress and leaned forward to kiss her exposed vulva, knowing exactly what I was supposed to do. Daddy grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
“Did I instruct you to eat?” he asked firmly.
I shook my head despite the tightness of his grip on my hair.
“That's what I thought. Now, sit still.”
I sat on my knees in front of Mistress, admiring her beautiful pussy that was simply begging to be licked. It was difficult staring at her like this with her fingers tracing her own lips, twitching in the cold air of the room. My tongue was lapping at the inside of my teeth and I tried desperately to keep it under control as her fingers started caressing her clit. Aching, I watched her pleasure herself briefly before she inserted two fingers and took them out to shove them into my mouth, egging me to break from my position. I nearly leaned over and devoured her flower that was now dripping with sumptuous nectar from the stimulation, her soft moans filling the room as Daddy stood behind me to make sure I didn't move.
“Do you like watching me touch myself, baby?” Mistress asked sweetly as she removed her fingers from my mouth to insert them back into her beckoning hole.
I nodded, absolutely enamored by the sight before me. Every part of me wanted to beg to allow me entry into her warmth, to let me taste her peach the way she had always tasted mine. How much longer was I to suffer as she pleasured herself without my help? She grabbed my face suddenly, her other hand working vigorously in heated strokes as she bit her lip and released a long and heavy moan. Her breasts toppled forward and I tried hard not to look, but found myself peering down to see them bounce while she fingered herself. As quickly as I looked, she readjusted my eyes to meet hers and forced me to watch as her face twisted and she came. Her hips were grinding into the couch, juicy fluid soaking the cushions and making her thighs squeak as she rolled against the leather.
I didn't have to look down to know that I was now soaking the floor beneath my pelvis. I could feel it dripping down my thighs and puddling up between my feet, the warm fluid quickly becoming cold from the temperature of the room. Mistress forced me to lick every bit of her fluid from her hand and then shoved my nose deep into her swollen vulva that was dripping wet. Eagerly, I sucked all the juice away from her lips before she could pull them away. As I went to follow her beautiful flower with my mouth, Daddy pulled my hair again and attached a leash to the collar around my neck. I hadn't noticed him put my collar on. I was too entranced by my Mistress and her amazing orgasm.
In a split second, I was out amidst the crowd of fetish folks in the hall who Daddy invited to see me get punished. He had me walk on hands and knees through the entire club, telling people they could throw food or drinks on my body as I went by. A couple covered in leather tossed some cake on my back while someone else poured warm honey into my hair, causing it to knot together. The consistency of the food felt slippery against my skin and caused me to grow even wetter the further we went. When we had arrived back to our room, a small group of people had gathered to see what Daddy had in store for me. He had them smear chocolate on to my face and chest, some of them having me suck the delicious syrup from their fingers. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of myself in the floor length mirror, my messy appearance effectively masking who I was.
I could see now that Daddy was turning me into an object. He wanted me to feel dirty, degraded, and disgusting, but it was all turning me on at the same time. Before I could start licking the mixed substances off my body, he swatted my hand and had me bend over a cushion where he strapped my arms down to the ground with restraints. He lifted my dress and ripped my panties away to reveal my clean bottom that hadn't been dirtied by the food people had thrown on me. The room erupted in awes and compliments, remarking how beautiful my bottom looked. Someone remarked that Daddy should spank my bottom until I couldn't take it anymore, saying my bottom was far too clean to go un-bruised.
Delighted at the idea, Daddy asked others to walk up and take one hard smack at my innocent rump as part of my punishment. Mistress volunteered to be the first and slammed her hand into my soft, supple skin. Having been trained for heavy beatings, I didn't make a sound. Others came up and took their turn ramming my bottom with their hands, each one attempting to get a rise out of me. After about fifty smacks, I was ready to burst into tears, but held them back to show my Daddy that I could take anything. My good behavior was met with praise, having been smacked once by everyone in the club. A roar of cheers filled the room and then a rhythmic chant broke out telling Daddy to make me cum.
I smiled at the suggestion, hoping hard that Daddy would accept. My back was still sticky and my arms were growing tired from being strapped in front of me, but I was ready to have my first public orgasm. Without wasting any time, Daddy lifted my ass up into the air and started ramming his cock between my swollen, soaked lips that were utterly relieved to feel the regular pounding of his hips. My eyes rolled up to the back of my head in response to his member sliding in and out of my aching peach. I could feel my juices trickling down my thighs as he pumped, his hands gripping my waist to keep me in place.
With a big smile, Mistress approached and pulled my hair out of my face to ask if I would like her to rub my clit. I nodded excitedly, her lips meeting mine that mirrored the same joy. While kneeling next to me, she reached underneath my shaking body and started rubbing two fingers around Daddy's pounding cock, the sensation causing me to gasp and moan loudly. A chorus of encouragements came from all around, rooting us on as Daddy fucked me and Mistress rubbed my delicious pussy. She slid her fingers down my lips and then brought them back up to massage my clit, the circular motion causing my hips to rock despite Daddy holding them in place. I leaned into her shoulder and bayed loudly, wave after wave of electrical pulses shooting throughout my body.
As Daddy leaned back to aim his cock a little higher up inside me, Mistress rubbed me harder in tandem with his rhythm and I started squealing in a high-pitched tone that I had never heard come from my lips before. Suddenly, I started bucking and I screamed out, my orgasm flooding my body with endorphins and flashes of heat. I would have collapsed forward had Daddy and Mistress not been keeping me propped up.
In celebration of my orgasm, the crowd around us cheered, the sound of them whooping making me laugh with relief and bliss. It wasn't until they left that Daddy and Mistress unstrapped me and took me into the recovery room for some water.
I thought we might stay, but Daddy had other plans. He wrapped me up in a towel and took me back out to his car where he loaded me into the passenger seat and drove me back home. I looked around, confused.
“What are you doing?” I asked drunkenly, my limbs feeling like jello from my intense orgasm.
Daddy looked over at me from the driver's seat with the most loving expression on his face, his eyes soft in the dim street light coming from the sidewalk. He lifted his hand to my cheek that was still sticky with whatever was left of the food fiasco.
“You are the most beautiful little girl with whom I have ever had the pleasure of playing,” he whispered. “And I want you to know that I love you. I will always take care of you.”
