Daddy's Girl

by Indie LaRue

  Daddy’s blue eyes turn softer and he lifts me onto his lap. “I love you, too, baby girl.” His hand slides up under my dress and he fingers my nipple. “Whose nipples are these?” he says.

  “Daddy’s.”

  His fingers slide down to my pussy. He starts squeezing my button, making a little trap with his fingers and playing with it lightly. “Whose pussy is this?”

  “Daddy’s.”

  “Good girl.”

  I want Daddy to make the tingles turn into waves again but his phone rings.

  Kathy, the screen says.

  Daddy’s fingers slide away. “Mommy doesn’t need to know about our games, either, right, Layla?”

  “Our games are just for us, Daddy. I know.”

  Daddy kisses my lips, then he picks up the phone. “Hi,” he says. “I’m putting you on speaker, Kathy. Layla’s right here.”

  “Hi, honey.”

  “Hi, Mommy. How’s your trip going?”

  “They’ve offered me job out here. A good one.”

  “Oh, wow, Mommy.”

  “That’s great news,” says Daddy. “Congratulations.”

  “Thank you, Dallas.” Mommy reminds me I need to remember to call Daddy by his name when other people are listening. “They want me to start right away. It’s going to be intense. Probably eighty hour weeks to begin with. But the money’s good.”

  “That’s a lot of hours, Mommy.”

  “Yes. I’ll send you a plane ticket, honey. So you can come out here next week.”

  “No, Mommy. I want to stay with Dallas.”

  “Honey—”

  “It’s fine, Kathy,” Daddy says. “It sounds like your workload means Layla would be alone most of the time anyway. She might as well stay here. She’s no trouble. And she’s having fun. A few of her friends are coming over this afternoon for a swim.”

  “Are you sure she’s no trouble? Layla, are you behaving?”

  “Yes, Mommy.”

  “She’s been perfect,” Daddy says. “We’re having a good time.”

  I grin at Daddy.

  Mommy seems unsure. “Are you sure you’re okay with that, Layla?”

  “I like living with Dallas.” I don’t say it, but living with Dallas is so much more fun than living with Mommy. She works all the time. And it’s a lot more fun than my strict boarding school.

  “She’s been very sheltered, Dallas,” Mommy says. “She’s not very worldly. You’ll take good care of her, won’t you?”

  “Of course I will,” Daddy says.

  Mommy hesitates, but then she says, “All right. Well, we’ll have to talk about the longer term arrangement, but I guess for now it sounds like a good solution. Thank you, Dallas.”

  “My pleasure.”

  This makes me giggle again when I think of Daddy’s pleasure. All that cream.

  “Bye, Mommy.”

  “Bye, honey. Have fun.”

  We end the call and Daddy leans me over his desk on my tummy. He pulls my dress up over my bottom and uses his thighs to push my legs apart. The he kneels down between my legs and starts licking me again. Everywhere. Even the secret cove. Then he pushes his tongue inside my pussy and it hurts a little but also feels good. He plays with my button as he thrusts his tongue deeper until the tingles start melting into sweet heat that squeezes on his tongue.

  “I love the taste of my baby girl’s cum,” Daddy murmurs. “All mine.”

  Some of my friends come over and Jessica ends up bringing her older brother, Ryan, who’s kind of annoying, but we have fun anyway.

  They can’t believe how nice Daddy’s house is.

  “You’re so lucky,” Jessica says.

  I know I’m lucky.

  Daddy’s working but I see him on his office’s private patio talking on his phone, watching us.

  We play music and eat the food Dallas had delivered. We swim and Ryan splashes me.

  “Ryan, don’t!”

  Ryan’s a year older than us and he’s gotten pretty tall over the last year. I swim away from him and climb out of the pool. I sit on a lounger for a few minutes and he follows me out and sits next to me.

  I can see as he sits next to me that his shorts have a swell in them. I can tell his cock is getting hard, like Daddy’s did. Ryan must think I’m pretty, too.

  But I ignore this.

  Ryan’s only a boy. I like my Daddy.

  I can tell by how big Ryan’s swell is that Daddy’s cock is much bigger.

  Ryan watches me the whole time but I keep ignoring him.

  After a few hours, they pile into Kaylie’s car and drive away.

  Daddy comes out to the pool where I’m sunbathing.

  He’s not smiling.

  “You didn’t tell me you were inviting a boy over.”

  “I didn’t know he was coming, Daddy. He only decided to come at the last minute.”

  “No boys. That’s my rule.”

  He’s being mean. I don’t answer him.

  “Did you hear me?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I didn’t know!”

  “He was watching you the whole time.” Daddy’s really angry. “Did you like him staring at you like that?”

  “No!”

  “Then why did you let him do it?”

  “I won’t do it again, Daddy. I promise.”

  “I’m going to punish you for that, Layla.”

  “Daddy! I didn’t mean to!”

  “I’m going to take you over my knee.”

  “No!”

  “Layla. Come here.”

  I’m crying but he takes me over his knee anyway and yanks down my bikini bottom. It has ties at both sides so it completely falls off. He unties my top and that falls off, too. Daddy’s hand is on my backside and he opens my legs and slaps my bottom.

  “Ow, Daddy!”

  With his other hand, he pokes one of his fingers inside me, deeper than he’s been before. It stretches me and it hurts. Another finger pokes into the secret cove of my bottom and he starts pushing both his fingers in and out in a rhythm. Then he spanks me again.

  I’m crying harder now but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s so mad at me.

  He spanks me again but this time the pain spreads and melts into the other pain inside my pussy. It gets warm and wet. He rubs the warmth with his slippery fingers so it’s turning into crazy, hot pleasure.

  Daddy slaps me again, harder, and right away the sharp pain melts into an even bigger pleasure. He does it again. And again, so the pain and pleasure turn into one sweet burn that’s so hot it starts spilling over into tight spasms that make my whole body quiver and wriggle.

  He’s still pushing his fingers into me, but he stops spanking me. “Are you coming for me, Layla? Or for him?”

  “You, Daddy!”

  “Good. You’re mine.”

  “I know, Daddy!” I’m still crying.

  He pulls his fingers out slowly. Then he turns me and cradles me in his lap.

  Daddy wipes my tears away with his thumb.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper. I hate it when he gets mad at me.

  “Don’t do it again.”

  “I won’t.”

  Daddy lifts me and carries me inside. Something about him seems different. Like he doesn’t want to separate himself from me at all. He makes me open my legs as he feeds me dinner. He licks my pussy and sucks on my nipples. “Mine,” he growls.

  “Only yours, Daddy.”

  After a while he seems to calm down a little, but he’s still mad.

  I kiss his lips and offer my nipple to his hungry mouth. “Do you want me to drink your cream, Daddy?”

  He’s still grumpy. So I feather my fingers up his thigh. I’m not sure if he’ll let me, but he doesn’t push my hand away. So I keep going. I kneel down in front of him and slowly, carefully pull down his shorts. His big cock springs free. It’s just as hard as it was before. I take it in my hands and pull it towards my mo
uth. Then I start suckling on him. I try to give him as much pleasure as I can. I suck harder this time. I take him a little deeper.

  I know he’s getting close when he groans. I use my fingers to touch him everywhere as I lick and suck.

  Daddy’s cock bucks inside my mouth and his cream starts pumping out of it in big bursts. I’m expecting it this time so I can swallow more of it. I drink and drink, as much as I can. Then I lick him some more. I keep licking him until he’s clean.

  He pulls me to my feet and lifts me into his arms.

  He’s staring at me like he really loves me. “I’m sorry I spanked you, sweetheart. I didn’t hurt you too much?”

  “No, Daddy. It felt good.”

  “What are you doing to me, Layla?” I’m not sure if he even wants me to answer the question, but I do anyway.

  “Loving you.”

  He carries me upstairs and takes me straight to his bed. And he holds me in his arms all night long, keeping me safe.

  The next day Daddy takes me out on his boat. It’s a forty-foot yacht and it even has three bedrooms below deck. We spend all day on it and when we’re far enough away from the other boats, Daddy lets me take my bikini off and sunbathe so I won’t get tan lines.

  Daddy brought us a picnic and he feeds me grapes and even lets me have a sip of wine. He takes a package out of the picnic bag and opens it. He holds out a little white pill.

  “Baby girl, I’m going to give you one of these pills.”

  “Why? What is it?”

  “It’s a birth control pill.”

  “What’s that?”

  “It means that Daddy’s seed won’t start a baby inside you.”

  “A baby?” Daddy’s so funny. “How does that happen?”

  “Daddy’s … cream. If I come inside you, it will make a baby. But if you take this pill each day, that won’t happen unless we want it to happen, when you’re a little older.”

  “But, Daddy, how do you come … inside me?”

  “Would you like me to show you?”

  “Yes. But will it hurt?”

  “Only a little at first. But mostly it’ll just feel good.”

  Daddy wants to put his huge cock where his finger sometimes pushes into me? “I don’t think it will fit.”

  “It’ll fit if I get you very soft and wet first. Do you trust me, baby girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Have another sip of wine.”

  Daddy puts the pill on my tongue and gives me some wine to wash it down with.

  “Don’t be scared. We’ll go as slow as you want.”

  I want to make my Daddy happy. I can tell he’s excited, even though he doesn’t really show it. His eyes just get darker.

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  He carries me below deck, into the biggest bedroom. It’s fancy and has a round window so we can see the waves.

  “Layla, get on your knees first, with your head down on the bed. Move your knees apart.”

  I do what Daddy tells me.

  “Arch your back so Daddy can see all of you.”

  I let Daddy have whatever he wants. He licks me and gets me really wet. Everywhere. He does this for a while. The pleasure melt is so close, but he won’t let me come. “Daddy,” I whine, because I can’t help it. I want him to give me more.

  He turns me and lays me on my back. He takes off his shorts and—wow, Daddy’s cock is really hard. It’s dripping with moisture. It’s sort of purplish and there are veins on it, like it’s about burst.

  “If I push into you while you’re starting to come, it won’t hurt as much and you won’t feel the pain, only the pleasure. Do you want me to make you come, baby girl?”

  I’m scared. “Daddy, it’s so big.”

  “I’m going to make you feel good, honey. Lay back.”

  I obey my Daddy and let him touch his big cock to my pussy. He pushes the head just barely inside me. It stretches me, but I’m so wet from his mouth, it doesn’t hurt too much. Then Daddy starts rubbing my button as his cock pushes deeper.

  He holds himself still. Where his fingers are squeezing my button, the sweet heat starts to spread. It feels impossibly good. He takes it higher, and higher, until the pleasure wave throbs inside my pussy. That’s when Daddy pushes the wave deeper with his huge cock. My pussy is squeezing and clenching and each time it does, he pushes deeper.

  “Daddy,” I gasp.

  He’s stretching me open. Suddenly, Daddy thrusts his big cock deep inside me. There’s a sharp pain and I squeal. Daddy doesn’t even seem to hear me. He’s crazy with his own pleasure. He’s mindless with his need. The pain is still there but the more Daddy pushes into me with his big cock, the more it feels like he’s rubbing another button deep inside me. He keeps rubbing and rubbing against it, until the pleasure makes me scream. I come again, hard, and my pussy squeezes and tugs on Daddy’s thick cock until he growls like a bear. I can feel his cock jerking and his hot cream flooding into me, filling me and making my thighs all slippery.

  Daddy’s kissing my lips, smoothing my hair. “I love you, baby girl. I love you.”

  I can’t even speak. I’m crying but not because it hurts.

  I’m crying because I love him so much.

  We stay on Daddy’s boat for three weeks. He takes us to an island where there’s a pool and a waterfall. We swim naked because we’re alone. It’s like there’s no one else in the whole world, just us.

  Daddy likes to feed me and carry me and take care of me.

  He likes to put his big cock inside me a lot. Sometimes I get sore. He likes to lick me to make me feel better. He makes me sit on his lap and he slides his cock all the way into my pussy until it can’t go any deeper. He sleeps with his cock wedged inside me. He pumps me full of warm cream in the middle of the night and then when I wake up, he’s hard again, pushing deep inside me and making me come. It’s like he can’t get enough of me.

  And I can’t get enough of him.

  I’ll do anything for my Daddy.

  We don’t want to go back to shore, but we finally do.

  We spend the whole summer together.

  And when Mommy says she wants me to move to Phoenix in the fall, I tell her I’m staying here with Dallas. I tell her I don’t want to move away, which is true, and she finally relents. In some ways, I think she’s glad to have her new life that’s all about her work and her new boyfriend.

  I don’t tell her the part about how Dallas is teaching me about the stock market and returns on investment and a lot of other things. He said I’ve got a knack for it.

  I want to stay with my Daddy forever.

  So I do.

  I never did end up leaving my Daddy. We were inseparable from that very first day. I spent the occasional weekend with my mother and her new husband, but it was always the same: I couldn’t wait to get home. Mommy was surprised, of course, when she heard the news that Dallas proposed to me on my nineteenth birthday.

  I said yes.

  We eloped and spent our honeymoon on Dallas’s yacht. We prefer to be alone, together. It’s where we’re happiest.

  He taught me how to be a partner in his investment business and I’ve got my own portfolio now that already has more money in it that I could ever spend.

  “Treat it like a game,” he said. I’m good at games.

  “Let’s play a game now, Daddy,” I tease him.

  He knows I went off the pill a few weeks ago. Something about pumping me full of his seed makes him go insane with lust. I don’t mind. I let him fill me with his seed whenever he wants.

  Nine months later, we have a son.

  A year after that, we have two more twin sons.

  And a year after that, we have our fourth baby boy.

  They all have bright blue eyes just like their Daddy.

  Dallas tells me he loves me a hundred times a day.

  And we live happily ever after.

  He’s on the hunt …
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br />   Jasmine has to walk through the woods every day to get home from school. She feels like she's being watched. And followed. She hopes it’s just her imagination.

  It's not.

  One day she’s kidnapped by a mountain man who has secretly been stalking and coveting her for weeks, since the very first moment he saw her.

  The mountain man is huge, gruff and inhumanly strong. He takes Jasmine to a remote mountain cabin and keeps her as his captive, for his own twisted pleasure. And hers.

  When Jasmine finally finds a chance to escape … will she take it? Or has she become too addicted to the things her mountain man can do?

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  “See you later, Jasmine,” my friend Emily says, walking away with her brother. Emily’s lucky to have an older brother. Someone to protect and her and look out for her when the big bad wolves come knocking.

  Not that I have big bad wolves knocking. But I sometimes feel like someone’s watching me. I have to walk a mile through the woods every day to get to school, and a mile home again. At this time of the year, it’s getting dark by the time I get home, and today I’m running late. Daylight is already dimming and the sky is overcast.

  My friend Paige is lucky. Her parents bought her a car. Sometimes she gives me a ride to the end of my road, but it’s out of her way, and today she has band practice.

  I start walking towards my path through the woods.

  It feels eerie, like it always does. Lately, my walk has felt even spookier than usual. Every day for the past week, I’ve had that prickly feeling I’m being watched.

  I told myself I was imagining things, that it was just my fear getting the better of me. I never hear anyone. And I’ve never seen anyone.

  But, still, more and more often, I’ve had the feeling that someone is hiding.

  But I have no choice. I either have to walk through the woods or camp out at school tonight. My dad will already be half-drunk by this time of the late afternoon and my mom will be at bingo, probably. Or a bar.