Daddy's Sweetheart Parts 1-5: The Complete Collection

by Rachel Burns

  She’d gotten a bit of coloring from their day at the amusement park yesterday.

  He moved away from her to lay her dress down, giving himself a moment to let the excitement build. His blood was racing through his body, and he’d never felt healthier.

  He went back to her and removed her bra. She had the most wonderful breasts. They fit into his hands as if they’d been made to do that. There was nothing about them that said little girl.

  Brian was glad about that. He was a breast man. He liked any activity where he got to see, touch or suck on them.

  Brian knew that she enjoyed it too. They perked up so nicely for him.

  He helped her step out of her underwear and brought her to bed. His need was too great to do anything else with her.

  She laid back on her elbows for him and opened her legs.

  His finger checked her to see how far along she was. She still needed a moment before he could enter her.

  He let his hand glide along her body, barely touching her. He rounded his hand over her breast not removing his hand from her body.

  She lay in bed staring at him. She had the look of a woman who knew that her man was in control, and that he’d see to her needs.

  Her hands were on the pillow over her head with the palms facing up.

  One hand laid so close to her bear. It was a perfectly erotic scene.

  Brian had to admit to himself that he was in love with this woman-child.

  ***

  The next day was my Daddy’s birthday. We were on our way to Switzerland. Daddy pulled the car over in the middle of the mountains so we could look around. He wrapped his arms around me.

  “Look at that lake down there.” He pointed to the bluest lake I’ve ever seen.

  “I have an idea. Let’s put our swimsuits on and go swimming.”

  I felt as if he hit me. I shook my head.

  “Come on. It will be fun.”

  “Really, Daddy, no.” He was holding me from behind so he couldn’t see my face.

  “Let me guess you can’t swim. That isn’t a problem. I’m a great swimmer. Come on let’s go.” He let go and moved back towards the car.

  “Daddy, you can go without me,” I suggested.

  “Amelia, are you afraid of water, too?”

  “No, Daddy.” I looked down at my shoes.

  How could he forget what my back looked like? No one could see me like that.

  “Give me one good reason why not,” he demanded.

  I hated admitting it. So I avoided it. “I don’t have a swimsuit.”

  “Didn’t Nanny pack one for you?”

  “No.”

  “I don’t believe this. I extra told her to pack one.”

  “When?” I asked him.

  “It doesn’t matter when. When I tell her to do something, I expect her to obey. Well, never mind. I’ll buy you one now. I’m sure we’ll find one in the village down there.” He pointed to a village on the shore of the lake. The houses were all huddled together. The fields surrounded it in a circle. Nothing was square shaped like at home.

  “Daddy wait, I can’t go with you. You go. I’ll watch.”

  “Amelia, I’m this close to laying you over my knee.” He held up his fingers showing less than an inch in between his thumb and pointer finger.

  I stepped forward to him; he was standing by the car with his door open. “Nanny didn’t pack one, because I’m not allowed to go,” I whispered into his ear.

  His look told me that he didn’t understand.

  I sunk my head. “Because of my back,” I whispered.

  I peeked at him to see if he understood.

  His jaw was tight. “Get in.”

  I didn’t argue anymore. I did as he said immediately.

  He drove off without a word.

  We didn’t speak at all until we arrived at our hotel a few hours later. It was the big fancy kind again. Several people grabbed our luggage when we arrived. We went to our suite, and Daddy unpacked a little.

  Daddy said that this was the last hotel we’d be staying at. He explained that he had work to do again and the rest of the week.

  I got the idea; the honeymoon was over.

  We went down to eat at the hotel’s restaurant. Daddy ordered for me in French. “You aren’t the only one who speaks a foreign language.” He smiled at me.

  I smiled back. I hoped that meant he wasn’t mad at me anymore. “What business do you still have to do, Daddy?”

  “Oh, nothing interesting. You don’t have to worry about that. Rest assured that Daddy is taking care of everything.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I racked my brain trying desperately to think of something to say. “I’ve been worrying about my animals. I’d like to take them home in my carry on. They couldn’t get lost that way.”

  Daddy was trying very hard not to laugh. “If that would make you feel more comfortable, you may.”

  I nodded. I couldn’t think of anything else to say. We ate in silence.

  My Daddy was now thirty. This had to have been his most boring birthday ever.

  When we got back to our room, I checked on my animals. Daddy was smiling at me with so much love, as I did that. This was the only gift I could give him on his birthday.

  A normal wife would have gone shopping, and bought her husband a present.

  She’d know his interests well enough to do that.

  I didn’t.

  Daddy grabbed me from behind and pulled me close against his body. He moved my hair off to the side and kissed my neck. “You were the most beautiful woman at dinner. The other women can’t smile like you can.”

  I had to smile when he said that. I was even blushing at his words.

  His fingers were quickly opening the back of my dress. It was one of the new ones that we’d bought in Salzburg. It was out of pink silk, with a pretty apron. I felt beautiful in it. Lots of other women had also had dresses on like mine.

  Daddy would fit in here really well.

  Daddy was kissing every part of my body that he bared.

  I was getting weak in the knees and leaning back into his strong chest.

  “Daddy loves you so much. Do you know that?”

  I was naked in the meantime. It took me a moment to realize that he was staring at my back.

  I didn’t know what to say. I hung my head and wondered if he was looking for absolution from me. “We both love each other very much,” I answered him.

  His arms wrapped around me, and he hugged me from behind. I tried to move so I was facing him, but he was holding me so tightly. His head was lying on my shoulder.

  After a moment, he loosened his grasp and turned me, so I was facing him. He slowly lowered his mouth to mine.

  We kissed until I was breathless. I had to take a big gulp of air.

  That made him smile.

  He kissed me several more times, each kiss gained on intensity.

  “Daddy, my knees.”

  “I got you, sweetheart.” He bent down and grabbed me behind my knees, swooping me into his arms.

  I gave out a surprised scream that made him smile.

  “Sweetheart, that was just the first of many screams that you’ll be giving me tonight.”

  He was acting so boyish, and teasing me.

  I liked it. I had to smile at him. “Happy Birthday, Daddy.”

  “This is going to be my best birthday ever.” He was looking down at my body like he meant it.

  “Daddy, do you think I’m pretty?” I asked that like I expected a no.

  “I sure do, sweetheart.” He laid me down on the bed. And sat down next to me. I was completely naked, and he was completely dressed, but somehow it didn’t feel weird.

  “I think the best thing I could do would be to just touch you everywhere where I think you’re beautiful.”

  I tried not to grin. Because I was smiling so wide, I was showing more teeth than a horse.

  Daddy smiled back at me before his head bend down over my left breast. “These are especial
ly beautiful.” His hands cupped both of my breasts. He sucked on my left nipple.

  His touches felt so good that I could hardly breathe.

  “Oh Daddy, I love you so much.” I was supporting my weight on my elbows, but I longed to touch him too.

  I carefully moved so I was lying on my back.

  My right hand was resting on the back of his head. I felt motherly as I did that. Like I was the adult, caring for him.

  I had an epiphany in that moment. By relaxing into the roll that he wanted me to play, I was giving him what he needed. I was being the woman / mother person of our family who nurtured the needs of those around her.

  Didn’t a wife and mother sacrifice for her family? Doing what was best for the others, and thinking of herself last?

  By being what he wanted I was fulfilling my own need to be an important part of a family.

  I had a feeling in that moment that everything was going to work out. We’d have one of those amazing marriages. We just needed time to get to know each other.

  “Thank you so much for taking me on a Honeymoon, Daddy. I’ve never been happier.”

  He looked at me and smiled. “I couldn’t agree more, sweetheart.” He was giving me a look, looking at me in a way like he never had before.

  I could see that he believed me.

  He touched me everywhere where a man could touch a woman, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

  I touched him everywhere where I could reach him too. I ended up whispering ‘Daddy’ over and over in his ear. I was panting and even scratching his back.

  I didn’t mean to, but my fingers curled up and dug into his skin. He thrust harder as I did that, like a horse being whipped to go faster.

  My toes curled in, and I screamed out his name. The one only I got to call him by.

  By day I reread my book, by night we made love. In between, I played with my animals. They were the only ones I had to talk to.

  I longed to get to know Daddy better. Given the chance to ask questions I’d probably ask him something stupid. Like what his favorite color was.

  But I’d have really liked to look inside of his head.

  I wanted to see if I was making him happy now that I was getting the hang of things.

  We flew home on Saturday. Daddy watched a couple of movies with me on the plane. But when I slept he worked.

  Daddy was a good provider. I told him that when I woke up.

  He gave me a big smile, like he did when I picked the wrong hand when he was hiding a ribbon behind his back.

  On Sunday, Daddy hung my German dresses in my closet except the one I was wearing.

  I lovingly showed my animals their new home. I played with them while Daddy smiled at me.

  I peeked over my shoulder and giggled back to Daddy. We were both happy.

  I’d figured out how to live here successfully.

  Daddy's Sweetheart

  Part 3

  School Days

  Chapter 1 – Starting A New School

  It was already very dark, but still, Brian couldn’t sleep. He was lying in bed, watching his wife sleep. He’d brought her to bed early and made love with her, in the hope that she’d be able to sleep, and not worry about tomorrow.

  Amelia was like a little angel. Her dark hair was spread around her head. It was so soft and pretty. He adored it. She was his dark haired angel, the sweetest thing in the world.

  It was a sweetness that needed protecting. That was his job. He’d see to it. She deserved to have someone looking out for her.

  She was turned facing away from him. He could see her milky white shoulder, peeking out from under the warm covers that they shared. Her shoulder was reflecting the moonlight, streaming in from the window. She was so beautiful. He felt lucky to have her.

  Brian felt that their relationship had never been stronger. This was all working out so much better than he’d hoped.

  The honeymoon had been great, bringing them so much closer.

  She played nicely in her room when he was busy. The way she talked to her stuffed animals was endearing.

  It wasn’t a stretch to believe that a child, who had been so neglected, would be afraid of dolls. He’d make sure that she never had anything to do with them again.

  She had problems relating to other people. She lacked positive experiences with them. First, her father had neglected her so terribly. Then she went to a private boarding school where she was one of many children.

  What Amelia needed was a chance to be very loved by her family. A family who care about her. He wouldn’t let her down. He’d be the first human being that she could completely lean on, and trust not to hurt her.

  Brian understood her so much better now, and he’d take better care of her. Of course, that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t raise her. He had a double duty to her. He was her husband as well as her daddy.

  Brian had warned her very clearly that if she caused any trouble at school, he’d take his riding whip to her back. He wouldn’t let her embarrass herself, or the family name.

  There was another reason why Brian couldn’t sleep. He was worried about meeting the other Daddies.

  Was this really on the up and up?

  Would there truly be other men like him there?

  Was he normal?

  Brian worried that Amelia would tell someone that he kept her here against her will.

  He wasn’t, of course. The truth was that they, Nanny Prim and himself, had built a protective wall up around his precious Amelia to protect her.

  If she wanted to leave, it would break his heart, but he’d let her go. He hoped that she wanted to stay with him. He loved her so much.

  Brian would be relieved when he saw her again tomorrow after school. He hoped that she’d really be there when he went to pick her up. There was a huge risk in allowing this.

  He’d had his nurses cancel several appointments so that he could take her to school in the morning and pick her up on time.

  He repeated, ‘let this all work out’ over and over in his head.

  ***

  Today was the first day of school. I felt like I was going to be sick.

  Both Daddy and Nanny were very nervous, too. Daddy adjusted my locket every time he saw me, and Nanny lectured me about finding the right kind of friends.

  I was so nervous, but I tried to smile every time Daddy or Nanny commented on how adorable I looked in my uniform. I had a matching green ribbon in my hair. The colors of this uniform did suit me better than the grays of my old one.

  Daddy took a picture of me as I came down to breakfast.

  I couldn’t eat much at breakfast, and Daddy scolded. He started in with his usual lecture about it being easier to treat a patient, who had something in their stomach and had to be sick, than a patient, who had eaten nothing and passed out.

  Nanny nodded along, but I just couldn’t eat.

  Daddy told his butler to make me a snack to take along. He asked Nanny if I’d be allowed to eat it, or if he should write a note explaining that I hadn’t been able to eat breakfast.

  I was red with embarrassment.

  Nanny said he didn’t need to write a note, and that she’d be staying at school all day with the others nannies, who had a get together once a month on the first school day of the month, ergo today.

  The limousine came round, and we all got in. Daddy had gotten me an expensive bag with lots of school stuff in it. The school had sent him a list of what I needed. Nanny had also made several suggestions.

  I looked ready on the outside, but on the inside I was a nervous mess. I hoped the girls in my class would like me. I hoped I would liked them, too.

  Daddy had said they’d like me just because of my last name. That didn’t sound like real friendship to me.

  Daddy held my hand on the way to school. He was smiling proudly at me. He waved goodbye when Nanny and I got out. I turned and waved goodbye back to him until Nanny pulled me into the building.

  There was a list
hanging out with the names of the girls who were in which class. Nanny found my name, and I quickly looked to see if Rosalyn and I were in the same one.

  We were. I smiled to myself.

  Nanny brought me to my classroom. The other girls were all lined up along the wall in the classroom. Nanny put me in the line before she took off to her Nanny conference.

  I looked around nervously. A lot of the girls were pointing at me. I recognized some of the girls from the day I visited over summer break.

  I’d bet, I’d made a ‘know it all’ impression.

  Rosalyn walked in and stood next to me. She smiled at me and at no one else. The rest weren’t even worth looking at for her. She moved differently than the rest of the girls did. It was more of a sashay than a walk. She just seemed more grown up than the rest of us girls.

  The teacher started assigning us seats. Rosalyn warned me about a couple of the girls as they were called out. I sat in the front of the very last row. Rosalyn sat behind me. She leaned forward and whispered, and I leaned back and listened.

  She was giving me a lot of sound advice. I now knew who was considered nice and who was stuck up. She gave me some of the teacher’s pet peeves, too. One was gum chewing.

  Several of the girls had gum. I wondered where they got it. My Daddy would never bring something like that home for me.

  The teacher handed out the books for the class, and they were all really nice books, and the level wasn’t as low as I figured it would be.

  I leaned back to talk to Rosalyn. “Are we in the smartest class?”

  “Yes, but that doesn’t mean that the others will be able to keep up with us. There aren’t that many smart daddy’s girls.”

  I nodded in understanding. Cindy had played stupid; as part of the game, but this would be something dumb pretty girls would excel at. Pretending, to be a little girl, was probably very easy for them. For some no acting would be required.