by Lena Little
This isn’t about hurting her. It’s about teaching her that Daddy knows best, and showing her that I’m the only man who can truly give her what she wants. What she needs.
And it also warms her up for later, when I really introduce her to the depraved thoughts she’s stirred up in my mind. Thoughts I’d never had before her eighteenth birthday party. Never for her and never for any other woman on the planet. Then again there is only one woman on the face of the earth for me. Her. And that’s the most important lesson for her to learn, to absorb, and to be sure of with one hundred percent confidence.
After the last spank, I leave my hand in place, massaging her sweet cheeks while the sound of her panting fills the kitchen. It’s only then I realize I’m breathing hard too, all the blood and oxygen in my body rushing to my dick. A cold bead of sweat trickles down my back and I feel more drops of water forming above my lip and dotting my brow.
Then the switch inside me, which I thought had already flipped, really flips.
I jump up out of the chair, hooking one forearm around her and using the other to wipe the table clean. Placing her face down on the table, and before I can even process what’s happening, I grab those tight pants and jerk them down to her ankles, her little cotton panties with polka dots coming along for the ride. I yank them off one foot and then free them from the other, tossing them across the room to who knows where as I admire my work, taking in the sight of her red ass before I drop to my knees at the edge of the table.
Grabbing the outside of her lower legs I drag her back to me until her pussy is inches from my eyes. Palming her ass and spreading her cheeks wide my mouth waters at the sight of her pretty pink cunt that’s somehow even more perfect than I could have imagined.
She’s so damn wet, dripping for me…her juices covering her inner thighs and even from this angle I can see her engorged nub calling out for me to take it in my mouth, play with it, and add a whole lot of pleasure to the pain I just delivered.
And that’s exactly what the fuck I do, diving in headfirst and running my tongue straight from her clit, through her folds, and flicking it over her pussy hole, drinking up her fountain like the secret to longevity is flowing out of her like a stream.
I lap at her cream, swallowing down gulp after gulp of her musky sweetness that’s never been seen, tasted, or known by anyone but me. Me and only me.
Mine.
I grab the outside of her thighs hard, trying to still the quaking muscles. In response, her knees come flying inward and the sides of her thighs clamp tight to my ears, blocking out all sound except for a ringing feeling that has me disoriented like I’m drowning in my feast of her flesh.
I continue devouring her, licking and sucking her pussy lips and taking her clit in my mouth and twisting it like it’s a Maraschino cherry, only to release it and draw figure eight’s around it with my tongue. Blowing on it, flicking it, I give her center everything it can take.
Her moans are so damn loud they trigger my car alarm. But no way in hell do I stop.
My fingertips dig deeper into her ass as I hold her in place so I can continue eating her out until I get what I really want. Her come.
Time for a different angle.
Grabbing her legs I pry them from my skull and once there’s enough space, I flip her in one motion so she’s on her back.
“On your elbows. I want you to see this, baby doll."
She pushes her upper body forward as I lock eyes with her and go right back to eating her out, this time from the front.
“Don’t you dare take your eyes off me,” I order just before I slide my tongue inside her tight opening.
“I won’t. I wouldn’t. I can’t,” she whimpers.
I pull my tongue back but keep us connected at her cunt. “Legs. Wider,” I mumble into her flesh, but apparently my vocal vibrations are heard because she does exactly as she’s told. “Good girl,” I compliment.
Fuck, she’s so open all I can think about is how badly I want to ram my cock inside, a recurring theme in my mind that I’ll never be able to shake, even after I’ve claimed her a million times over.
But there are more things we need to discuss before that first moment. Plus now is not the right time or place to take her innocence.
Patience is a virtue and although I may have absolutely none at this point, I’m going to learn to wait, just like I’m teaching her…other things.
Layla’s hips start rocking back and forth and I reach down, working my zipper free despite the pressure against it from my cock. It takes a full ten or twelve seconds, keeping my eyes on her while going slow enough that the cotton fabric of my boxer briefs doesn’t get caught.
Once the damn zipper is open I flip the fly and jerk both my trousers and boxer briefs down, my cock springing free and like a heat seeking missile the fucker points straight up to the bottom of the table…directly in line with her hole that I need to claim more than I’ve needed anything in life. Ever.
With one hand I stroke my cock. With the other I spread her folds open, flicking her clit and licking her up and down like a painter’s paintbrush in long vertical strokes, keeping my tongue wide and flat.
“I…I think I’m about to explode, Daddy. What is it?”
“It’s a fucking explosion all right.”
“My tummy is so tight, but it won’t come out.”
“Come, angel. Come for Daddy. Come on his face,” I bark into her snatch.
Her body shakes and quakes and then flops like she’s been invaded by a poltergeist just before her pussy unleashes a monsoon into my mouth, my tongue rolled out like a red carpet as I accept every last drop of her gift.
Quickly, I stand on weak legs just as my hips buck and I shoot my own load clear across the room, my seed plastering itself to the wall a good ten feet away three times, before an aftershock throws a hot rope onto her leg, and then another creamy climax hits her other leg.
Reaching down she smears it into her skin.
I reach forward and take her tiny wrist in my hand, and bringing it to her lips where I place it on the bottom one, leaving it there for her to decide.
Without hesitation her head moves forward, her eyes locked on mine, as she sucks my juices off her fingers. Her eyes roll back in her head just before her lids shut.
And I collapse forward, right on top of her in a spent pile of bricks.
The table shakes but doesn’t break. Our hearts hammer in rhythm until seconds become minutes.
“What just happened Daddy?” she says in a schoolgirl’s voice.
“You just became mine.”
“I’m yours now?”
“Damn right you are, little girl.”
5
Layla
“What’s wrong, princess?” Logan asks minutes later after he pulls his body off of mine and surveys my look.
“Nothing,” I lie.
“Look at me, beautiful,” he commands, but I can’t make eye contact with him at this moment. But he’s not going to allow that to slide one bit. His hand extends and his finger finds my chin, rotating my face toward him. “Look at me. It’s how we have to always communicate. Directly, honestly, and transparently.”
I breathe out hard and scrape my back up off the table, grabbing the edge of the table in a sitting position before quickly sliding off as I become aware of the fact that I don’t have pants on.
My head jerks from side to side, scanning the room until I see them on the other side of the room on top of a potted plant. As quickly as humanly possible I dash across the floor to them and slide them on.
“Hey,” Logan says, boxing me in. “I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit.”
My head stays downward as I’m still trying to process what the hell just happened. It was everything I’ve been dreaming about, and more. But now that we’ve taken that first step I have no idea how to take the second. What comes next is anybody’s guess, and I have a million of them pulsing through my head right now.
I know Logan
thinks I’m his in all ways, and I am…always have been. I just don’t know exactly what that entails, or what he expects of me. And my lack of experience, and knowledge, has me standing there like a lump on a log, not doing anything.
“Eyes up,” he says, lifting my chin for the second time in as many minutes, if not less. When my eyes finally reach his I see ownership in his look and a look of complete satisfaction on his face. Not only that, but I see some of the light in the room reflecting off the slick coating on his face, knowing that it’s mine.
And then I see something else. My eyes wander down to his thick cock, red like he was beating it like it stole something. It’s half flaccid but still bigger than anything I’ve ever seen on the Internet when I was researching what to expect for when the time finally does come.
Logan grabs his trousers and pulls them up, covering himself and probably making it a lot easier to walk now and to chase me down if I decide to bolt.
I’m just not sure if I want to bolt up to my room or shoot across the small distance between us and into his arms. It’s clear that if I jump he would catch me. He’s already manhandled me like I’m weightless, which in some ways is exactly how I feel now after having my first non self-induced climax. The way he moved his tongue across my center blew away the many nights of imagining how it might go if it ever happened, resigning myself to the thought that it likely never would.
And now that it has, accompanied by the fact that he provided some tough love, some stern discipline, I feel strangely grounded. I feel safer knowing he won’t let me walk over him, yet something in his gaze tells me he’ll spoil me at the same time. It’s that dichotomy that reaffirms I’ve found the one and only man that’s perfect for me, with one glaring issue which is why my head wants to hang in despair.
“You’ve got to tell me what’s wrong,” he reminds me.
“Nothing.”
“Precious. Are you ashamed that you tried something for the first time and found out that you like it?”
“No…and you’re pretty confident in your skills there I see,” I add a bit facetiously. He doesn’t need to beat his chest while I’m still standing here, feeling vulnerable.
“No meaning it wasn’t your first time or no you’re not ashamed?”
The steam inside me builds and I feel my fists tighten. “Yes, it was my first time!”
“Mine,” he growls, before moving closer and pulling my head into his chest. “I’m not trying to beat my chest about it,” he says as if he can read my mind. “I only want your head buried there, not my fists. Sweetheart, it’s just that I know you liked it because of your response, and in the same way, you know I liked it equally as much by my grunts and growls and the way I couldn’t take my mouth off your perfect body, except to stand up and mark you in another way.”
My cheeks heat at the memory of him spurting his hot seed onto my legs and then how I literally licked it from his fingers.
“Baby girl this is just the start. This is me feeling so damn proud that I was able to show you a part of yourself that maybe you didn’t know, and I won’t lie…did the exact same for me too.”
“Has anyone else ever called you that?”
“What?”
“You know. That.”
He cocks his head as if he doesn’t know exactly what I’m talking about. He does. He just wants to hear it. “Daddy,” I submit, giving in.
His eyes close and his nostrils flare as he breathes in deep. After his eyes reopen he leans in, cupping my face and bringing his even closer to mine. “I swear on everything that no one has ever called me that, and for many reasons. First and foremost because I never needed to hear it from anyone but you. Second, because there isn’t anyone else, hasn’t been for years. I’ve been more focused on the business and keeping you safe, in a paternal way and nothing else…I swear, until your eighteenth birthday. That’s when something changed. Seeing you that day as a woman, yet still with all the inquisitiveness of a little girl did something to me. I started to have thoughts I never imagined before, before you. And it was then I knew my life could never be complete without you.” He pauses. “Are you embarrassed by what I said? By what you said?”
“No.” I blow out hard. “I’m just confused.”
“Hey,” he says wrapping me up in a hug before I feel my feet come clean off the ground. Seconds later I’m on his lap in the living room and he’s turned my body so we’re looking each other in the eye again. “We’re going to get through this together. I’ll lead the way but you’ll always be in control too, always have veto power over anything you don’t want to be a part of.”
“Like what? You have things already planned out?”
“No, but I have had thoughts. I’d like to explore them somewhat spontaneously, as they come up and as it makes sense.”
Here I am sitting and part of me is trying to figure out if this really happened and the other part of me is tugging in the other direction wondering just what in the world the future has in store via his thoughts. And mine.
And we still haven’t even addressed the eight-hundred-pound gorilla in the room. “Dad,” I say. “What about him?”
Logan’s body slides back into the seat and because he’s so big it takes me with him. I wrap my arms around his neck, trying to balance myself…and also because I feel so small, so safe, so protected in this plush chair which we’ve practically melted into.
“Like you’ve already said, you’re an adult now and you can make your own choices.”
“We both know it’s not that easy, Logan.”
“I thought we picked a new name for me.”
I want to be angry, but I just can’t be. But as my mind slips back into the direction he’s pushing me the little girl in me comes back out and he’s right there to give her what she needs.
“Everything is going to be okay, sweetie. Daddy’s going to make sure of it. Don’t you worry your pretty little head one bit.”
“But what about my father?”
“Let me handle him.”
“Right away?” I question, my head jerking back.
“Not yet. He’s going to need some time. Until then this will have to remain our little secret.”
My body flushes with heat. “Secret?”
“Our secret and you can’t tell anyone.”
“Are you—“
“Embarrassed? Don’t you ever say that,” he interrupts, but he’s right on point. He knew what I was going to say. “It’s just that some people, like your father, are not going to understand what we have. We are direct about everything, and that is my typical way of doing things as you know, but in this case, neither one of us wants to lose what we have with your father. We both know him and we both know he’s going to need time. But as soon as I sense he’s ready I’m going to tell him and yell it from the mountaintops for all the world to hear because baby girl I’m so damn proud to have you as mine. Daddy has never been so happy in his life and all those good feelings start with his little.”
I’m hypnotized by his promise and thrilled that we’re going to be playing a game now. He drags his thumb across my cheek. “I am little, aren’t I?” I ask.
“Absolutely, my little one. And you know what else you are?”
“What Daddy?”
“Mine. Mine all mine.”
I swallow hard, butterflies taking flight in my stomach just before I feel nauseous, knowing I’m not really ready to admit this but I just can’t hold it back.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, darling.”
“I’ve always wanted you to be my first,” I spit out, just getting it out before my thoughts interfere.
I feel his grip on me tighten.
“Your first?”
I nod. “I’ve…I’ve always wanted you to be the man to take my innocence, Daddy.” My cheeks are so hot I swear they could catch fire, but I keep my eyes locked on his needing to see his reaction.
And it doesn’t disappoint in the slightest.
“That’s
exactly what Daddy needs too, to be the one to claim you. Claim you even more than he did today.”
“Thank you, Daddy. That would make me happy.”
“And it would make Daddy the happiest man on the planet. Then again, with you here in his arms he already is.”
“You know…what to do the first time, Daddy? How to make it feel good?”
“There’s going to be some pain, honey. I won’t lie. But Daddy will guide you through it and he promises the pleasure will far outweigh the pain.”
“And he’ll teach me how to please him?” I swallow hard.
“Baby girl you already do, but yes…Daddy will show you some more ways, some adult ways too.”
“How will I know I’m doing it right?”
“Oh, you’ll know. You’ll hear Daddy moaning, growling your name like a possessive wolf claiming a piece of raw meat, and then…losing control.”
“Good, because I’m made for you, Daddy. I’ve always been yours. I’ve just been waiting for you to claim me,” I confess fully, my body freezing as I await his response.
“You’re damn right you’ve always been mine,” he growls.
“Daddy! You said a bad word.”
“That’s nothing compared to the thoughts Daddy has in his head, the things he wants to do to you. The places he needs to touch you and the things he needs from you, in all ways. Just remember this isn’t a one time thing. This is forever. You understand?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.” But do I fully understand what I’m really getting myself into?
Only one way to find out.
6
Logan
The next morning
My cell phone rattling on the coffee table next to the couch has me wanting to throw it against the wall. I was awake most of the night, tossing and turning, and remember seeing the clock at five thirty, still not getting a single second of sleep.
Now, at six, Eric’s name shows up on the caller ID to promptly wake me from the less than half an hour I got on this couch that was clearly not made for men my size.
