Daddy's Here(42)
“What for?” he asked.
“For bringing my daughter back.”
“I don’t need your money.”
“Why are you looking at her like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re in love with her.”
“Because I am.”
“What?” me and my father said at the same time.
“I said I’m in love with your daughter.”
“And are you in love with him?” he asked, turning to me.
“I am,” I replied, a smile spreading across her lips.
“Then I think another round of drinks is in order.”
We spent the rest of the day finishing the bottle before Jonathan excused himself, heading off to bed and leaving the two of us alone.
I burrowed herself under his arm, smiling up at him. “So you’re in love with me then?”
“And you’re in love with me apparently.”
“I am. You’re annoying, infuriating even. And you tease me too much but I am.”
“I’m glad,” I said, kissing his cheek.
“Me too.”
“What do we do now?”
“How about we go to bed?” I asked, running my hand down his chest.
“What would your father think?”
“I don’t care what he thinks.”
“You don’t?”
“No, I care what my Daddy thinks.”
EPILOGUE
“Bend over, Izzy,” he said, his voice cold.
I did as he commanded, feeling exposed as he paced back and forth behind me.
“You’ve made your Daddy very cross,” he continued. “Haven’t you?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“You know I don’t like you wearing clothes in bed.”
“It was only a thong, Daddy.”
“Are you answering back?”
“No, Daddy.”
We’d only been together a few days but already I felt like we’d been doing this for a lifetime, me his little girl, him my Daddy. I’d only mentioned spanking that morning and already he was fulfilling my wishes as he’d fulfilled so many others.
Would this be the time he’d do it? So many times, we’d been so close but again and again he only teased me, telling me he was in charge of deciding when we would fuck.
As his hand slapped down on my rear, I gasped, the stinging sensation bringing my nerves to life. The intensity of it made the stroke of his hand all the harder to handle. He smacked me again a second later and I felt myself growing wet, ready for him.
He’d brought me to the brink of orgasm again and again in the last few days, keeping me on the brink as a special kind of torture, one that I both wanted to last forever and begged him to end.
“You need to be good for Daddy,” he said, spanking me again. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His hand slid down between my buttocks and I felt his fingers spread my wetness, push towards my entrance as I ached for him to enter me.
It was all the harder to handle knowing he was naked behind me, knowing he was rock hard and if I turned I’d see his enormous cock ready to enter me.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please, fuck me, Daddy.”
“Good little girls don’t use language like that,” he replied, landing another firm swat on my buttocks.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. Please don’t be cross with me.”
“I’m not cross,” he said, moving closer to me. I felt the tip of his cock slide down over my buttocks and I held my breath. Please let it be this time. I couldn’t bear it any longer. I had to know what it felt like for him to be inside me. “Please,” I muttered as he circled my pussy with his cock. “Please, Daddy, I need it inside me.”
He didn’t answer, his cock moving away from me, making me want to scream in frustration. But just as I thought he was going to tell me to stand up, he thrust himself into me and I lost myself in ecstasy. The feel of it driving into my wetness was so overwhelming I almost lost the strength in my legs.
Barely aware of where I was, I let out a long moan of excitement as he pulled back and thrust in again. “Thank you,” I was able to mutter before I lost the power of speech. He alternated speed, teasing and tormenting me as I remained in place, his hands on my hips, drawing me back onto him.
When he pulled out of me, I growled in frustration but he ignored me, pulling me down onto him on the floor, impaling me on his cock. I ground down on him as he stroked my clit, staring hungrily up at me, his eyes filled with lust.
My clit responded to his touch as he filled me completely, a climax building inside me that hit me seconds later, making my body writhe in place, my back arching, my insides twitching around his cock, holding him tight in place.