Daddy's Here(58)

Abbey almost nodded before she got control of herself.

“Or maybe something else?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “I want you to stay, Papa. Don’t go.”

He sighed. “If I stay in here any longer, I’m likely to do something I’ve never done with one of my littles. I have to go.”

“What?” she asked, looking up at his conflicted face. “What will you do?”

“I…” His voice faltered. “I…oh God, I can’t help it.” He reached over the top of the cot, pushing her down to her knees. “It’s that look on your face, I can’t resist it.”

Abbey stared in disbelief as he reached for the fly of his trousers, lowering it frantically and reaching inside to pull out his enormous rigid cock. It jutted towards her as he thrust it through the bars, the scent of his masculinity reaching her nostrils a second later as it brushed over her lips.

She was torn between backing away from something so intimidating and embracing it fully. He made the decision for her. “Open your mouth and keep still,” he said. “Don’t make a sound, don’t move, just let me fuck your face. I have to fuck it.”

She could almost see it throbbing as she opened her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out towards him. She was pressed up against the bars on her side and he moved closer on the other, pushing himself all the way into the back of her throat in a single motion. Reaching over the top of the cot, he grabbed hold of her head, keeping her in place as he began to thrust into her mouth. She did her best to use her lips and tongue to please him, not easy with her head clamped in place. Her jaw ached, saliva ran down her chin and she had to take what gasping breaths she could when he pulled from her before thrusting in again. Her throat grew sore as he moved ever faster, groaning above her, his cock beginning to twitch in her mouth.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he muttered, his words losing their strength as he gripped her head more tightly, thrusting deep into her a final time. Abbey’s eyes widened as his shaft twitched in place and then she felt a hot salty wetness gushing from him, almost choking her. He pulled back as it poured onto her tongue, sitting in place as she couldn’t swallow with him still filling her mouth. Only when he slid from her, could she taste it properly, swallowing hungrily whilst he turned and almost ran from the room.

Unable to go after him, Abbey could do nothing but wonder if she’d done something wrong. She lay down in the cot, pulling the blankets over her and closing her eyes, picturing his cock in her mouth, thinking what it would be like to feel it inside her. Would it even fit? It was a pipe dream anyway. From the way he’d looked when he left the room, she doubted he would let her remain in his house any longer, let alone take her into his bed.

It was a long time before she slept.





Chapter Eleven





Abbey woke up the next morning to find herself in Papa’s arms. “What’s happening?” she asked, a yawn escaping her as he laid her down on the changing mat.

“You’ve slept until noon,” Papa replied, undoing her nappy and tossing it into the bin. “We need to be in the village hall in an hour. I had no choice but to wake you.”

“The village hall? But why?”

“Because,” he said, sprinkling powder between her legs, “it is time for them to decide whether you need to remain in the nursery.”

Abbey was about to speak but then his hands were rubbing the cream between her legs and her mind leapt backwards to the previous evening. Had it really happened? Could it have been a dream? She thought of the look of his cock as it slid into her mouth, the expression on his face when he came, the fact that she’d helped him to do that. He wasn’t acting any different, in fact he was acting colder than ever. He barely rubbed any cream into the folds of her pussy before he grabbed her hips and spun her over, lying her on her front. “This might hurt at first,” he said, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “but I promise it will be worth it.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder to see him brandishing a stainless steel buttplug. “You’re not, are you?” Even as she said the words, her insides tingled at the thought of it being inside her. Only once in her life had she slid a finger into her bottom, following the advice in an article in her favourite magazine. She’d felt nothing at all but pain and had written off the experiment as a waste of time.

But as he lubricated the plug, she felt something very different, a readiness borne of the hunger in his eyes. “Reach back and pull your cheeks apart,” he said, kneeling between her legs. She did as he asked, feeling his gaze on her most intimate area, feeling both exposed but protected, knowing he knew best, trusting in him.