Candy sighed. “The point is we need to
decide what we want from this relationship before it goes any deeper.” She paused,
poking at her salmon filet with her fork. “Mom, how did you know Dad was the
right man for you? How did you two make it all these years? These days it’s
pretty amazing to be married as long as you have.”
Her mother smiled. “Oh, honey, if you
think you can figure out what makes a relationship work by examining someone
else’s, you’ll never get anywhere. You have to hammer out your own. People are
all so very different. But I guess if I had to give you one word of advice it
would be ‘perseverance’. Commit to the relationship fully and then never give
up.”
Candy nodded, thinking about the
reservations that still sometimes held her apart from Bob. “I get that.”
Candy’s father looked up from his
dinner plate. “Carol, did you make an appointment to take your car in? Don’t
put it off or you’re going to break down on the highway one of these days.”
Mother and daughter exchanged a look
and laughed. His ability to utterly tune out female chatter was phenomenal.
He smiled. “What’s funny? Did I miss
something?”
“Nothing at all, dear, and yes, I made
the appointment.” Mom winked at Candy. “Perseverance,” she repeated.
* * * *
Almost two weeks apart and dozens of
phone calls, emails and text messages later, Candy arrived back at her Daddy’s
house. He picked her up at the airport—literally, scooping her into his arms
and swinging her around. He kissed her so deeply that an irate mother told them
to stop the PDA in front of innocent children.
“I missed you so much, baby,” Bob
declared, leaning in to nuzzle the side of her neck. “The house is empty
without you.”
“I missed you even more, Daddy,” she
whispered back. “The world outside our house is even emptier. I don’t want to
live in it. I want to be with you.”
She gave him the lowdown on what her
parents were doing with their retirement and how it had felt being around them
again—a little nostalgic, a little annoying. “I’m glad to be back to my own
life.”
She started to get her bag from the
carousel but Daddy intercepted and lifted the heavy bag for her. “I’ve thought
a lot about what it means to be in the kind of relationship we’re in,” he said.
“All the changes can’t be yours. I have to let you have some grown-up time as
well as daughter time. It’s a delicate balance.”
Her nipples hardened when he called
her ‘daughter’. There was absolutely nothing sexual about her feelings for her
real father, but her Daddy Bob was another matter entirely. She wanted his care
and affection and sometimes harsh discipline. She wanted his hands touching her
in all sorts of naughty ways, too, stroking her girl parts until she writhed.
“Can’t wait to get someplace private,”
she murmured. “I need you to spank me and kiss me after.”
He growled deep in his throat, his
eyes burning into her as he stowed the bags in the trunk of the car. “I’m never
letting you go so far away without me again.”
They got into the car, and almost
before the door shut behind her, Candy turned toward her Daddy to smother him
with kisses. She slid her hand down his belly, reaching for his fly. “Can I
just look at it and touch it on the way home?”
He took her hand away. “Sometimes
little girls have to wait for their treats and that makes them all the sweeter.
I promise you something to suck on later.”
Candy subsided back into her own side
of the car and put on her seatbelt. “I want to apologize to you for lying about
the smoking. More than that, I was keeping secrets, maybe even from myself,
about some of my doubts and fears. I know now that I have to confess everything
to you. I have to learn to trust my Daddy completely.”
He smiled as he turned the car onto
the highway. “That’s what I want.”
“With that said…” she drew a deep
breath “there are some things that concern me if we have a long term
relationship. I’m not saying I want children, I’m not a big fan of them, but if
someday we should choose to do that, how would it fit into our lifestyle?”
His eyebrows shot up. “Wow, straight
to the hard questions. Things would change. There’s no doubt. We’d have to keep
our role playing strictly in the bedroom. But I have to say I’m not excited
about the idea of having kids myself. Not everyone has to do it. It’s not a
prerequisite for living.”
Candy nodded, content with his answer.
Motherhood didn’t appeal to her, although it might some day. “Good. The other
thing is…harder to say. I’m ready now to commit to a long term relationship as
your full time sub, or little girl, whatever we want to call it. But it puts me
in a vulnerable position. You could get tired of me at any time, send me away,
leave me with no Daddy. I realize people break up all the time and deal with
it, but as your girl, I’m dependent on you in every way and I want…I
need
to know that you’re committed to me, too.”
Bob stared at her for so long she was
afraid he’d rear-end the car in front of them. “Do you even have to ask that?
I’m one hundred percent committed to you. Sex and role playing aside, you’re
the woman I want in my life forever. If a legal contract will make you feel
more secure, let’s do it the old fashioned way. Will you marry me?”
Joy bubbled through her like water
welling up in a fountain and overflowing. “Yes, Bob. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Great. Because I happen to have this
in my pocket.” He drew a square box from his jacket. “I told myself it’s too
early, the relationship has been too rushed, but then I thought
Fuck it,
life’s too short
.”
Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the
diamond inside the box. She blinked them away as she took it out of the velvet
and put it on her finger. “I’ll be your girl in every way,” she promised.
“Grown up or little, slutty or virginal, all the aspects that are in me belong
to you.”
He reached out and cupped her cheek,
stroking her skin with his thumb. She turned and caught his thumb between her
lips, sucking it inside and swirling her tongue around it—a promise of what she
planned to do to his cock later.
“An innocent yet sexy little girl
sounds perfect right about now.” He grinned.
“Then that’s what I’ll be for you,
Daddy,” she said in a breathy whisper.
* * * *
And that evening, Candy discovered her
Daddy’s cock all over again. She played with it and sucked on it until he shot
cream onto her tongue. It made her clap her hands and giggle. She liked to
please him.
Daddy played with her little tits. He
pretended to be the Big Bad Wolf and he bit them until he brought tears to Candy’s
eyes. Then he licked them sweetly until she felt better.
He told her he had learned a new game
while she was gone. He called it the Bear and the Honeypot game. Daddy drizzled
warm honey all over her bare pussy. It felt good, sticky and sensuous, and it
made her wiggle. Daddy was a bear instead of a wolf now and he burrowed between
her legs, snuffling up her inner thighs until he found her honeypot. He licked
and licked all over her pussy until sparkles of light shot through Candy’s
vision and she jerked up from the bed.
“Oh, Daddy, what is it? I’ve never
felt anything like this before,” she murmured after she came back down into her
body. “I like the Bear and the Honeypot game very much.”
“I’m glad. But I have one last game I
want to play with you before I put you to bed for the night. This one might
hurt a little bit, all right?”
“I guess so.” Candy was a little
afraid. Daddy had that Big, Bad Wolf look in his eyes again.
“We’re going to pretend you’ve been a
very naughty girl and must be punished.”
“But I haven’t been. I haven’t done
anything wrong!”
“No. Pretend, darling.” He soothed her
with a kiss. “Sometimes I enjoy hurting you just a little bit. And I think
you’ll like it, too.”
She agreed, and waited while he went
to get something. He held it behind her back so she couldn’t see what it was as
he climbed back onto the bed.
“I want you to lie on your back and
hold onto your ankles,” he ordered in his gruff, scary voice.
Candy pulled her legs up, her feet
resting on the pillow on either side of her head. This bared her bottom for
Daddy. And now he took his hand from behind his back and she saw what he held.
She gasped. Afraid. It was a black flogger with many tails.
He let her look at it and fear it for
several moments before he lifted his hand and brought it down on her exposed
pussy and buttocks. Slap. The strips of leather bit into her and she cried out.
Again. Licks of fire seared the tender
lips of her cunt and across her cheeks. Her anus clenched hard, but her pussy
opened, seeming to swell from the pain.
Daddy whipped her five times, and
every time Candy jerked and cried out.
“You’ve been a very bad girl. Promise
you won’t disobey me again.” His voice cut her like glass.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered. “I
am
a bad girl. I’m sorry. I’ll do better from now on.”
“I want you to say, ‘I’m a dirty
little girl. I like my Daddy’s cock too much.’”
“I’m a dirty little girl,” she
replied. “Nasty and bad. I can’t get enough of sucking on Daddy’s cock and
having it inside me.”
“You want me in you now, don’t you?”
he demanded.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her bottom
burning and her pussy throbbing to be filled. “I can’t help it. I want you so
badly.”
Daddy loomed over her, big and
dangerous. He grasped the backs of her legs, stretched on either side of her
head. His huge cock stuck straight out in front of him. He aimed it at her
slit. Looking down, she could see the red whip marks on her body and his
engorged head entering her glistening pussy. He rammed into her hard and fast
with no hesitation. She shrieked.
“Too much, Daddy. Too deep.” With her
body tilted this way, the penetration was so deep it felt like he’d split her
in two.
Daddy only grunted as he pulled out
and pushed into her again, pressing just as deep. She squealed from the pain as
he hit the same spot deep inside. Daddy fucked her hard and fast, over and
over, while she begged for him to go more gently. But oddly, the pain began to
turn into something else. Candy fell silent and relaxed allowing her body to
accept him—all of him, as he filled her completely.
Suddenly he abandoned her pussy. He
reached down and positioned himself at her rear entrance. His cock was wet with
her juices and the tip slid into her anus. The ring of muscle stretched around
him, aching at the pressure. He didn’t wait for her to adjust but kept on
pushing, deeper and deeper, filling her and burning her with his huge cock in
her tiny opening.
Candy gasped and held her breath. She
watched his length disappear and felt it becoming a part of her. Her Daddy was
deep inside her. They were connected. And as much as it hurt, it was also very,
very good.
“Fuck me some more, Daddy,” she
begged. “I like it hard like this.”
“Because you’re a little girl who
lives for cock.” He pulled out and shoved back in, and her body stretched
around him again.
Candy’s legs and lower back hurt from
being stretched into such an awkward position. Her pussy yawned open, wanting
more of his cock, but he was intent on fucking her ass now. In and out Daddy’s
big penis pumped. She yelped sometimes, but she also moaned in pleasure. She
loved being pressed beneath him like this, his big, heavy body slapping against
hers while he groaned and cursed.
Daddy was enjoying this game and so
she enjoyed it too.
At last he froze and she felt his cum
jetting into her, filling her up. Her legs trembled from the weight of Daddy
pressing against them. His sweat slicked her body and the salt stung the welts
the whip had raised on her pussy and ass. Candy reveled in the pain.
When he was finished, he withdrew from
her body, his cum spilling out of her to dampen the sheets beneath her. Gently,
he released her legs and pulled them down, easing the strain on her back. He
massaged her quivering thighs and calves, before he lay down beside her.
She looked into his face, his powerful
gaze making her heart ache. “I love you, Daddy. Thank you for punishing me like
that.”
“I love you too, my little girl. And
now I’m going to clean you up and cuddle you. Would you like that?”
“Yes, please.” She smiled.
“I guess I’d better make the bed with
fresh sheets.” He glanced down at the sticky mess they’d made. “This is a dirty
game.”
“It hurt but I liked it.” She reached
down to rub her sore bottom, feeling the whip welts with her fingertips. It was
as if he’d marked her as his. “How do you feel about little girls getting
tattoos?” she asked him. “I would like to get one that says
Daddy’s girl
.
Would that be all right?”
He paused, considering. “You’re a
little young. I don’t like marking up your skin like that, but if that’s what
you really want.”