“Yes, Haley. It’s Daddy William.”
I can see her cum-covered nipples tighten when she hears my voice. Her huge tits don’t belong on an 18-year-old. Her nipples point straight at me any time I speak to her. They’re like beacons of sin and sex, taunting me. Now, laid out before me with my jizz covering those sweet mounds, I can’t help but put my hand over my pants-covered dick and feel how hard it still is.
“Daddy William, I’m scared. Why am I tied up, and blindfolded…and…and naked?”
I walk closer to the bed and sit down beside her. I reach down and stroke her arm lightly.
“Shh. It’s okay, little Haley. I tied you up so you wouldn't hurt yourself, and I blindfolded you so that you would get some sleep. Stay calm and I'll untie you. Okay?”
She nods her head, and I begin to loosen the soft ribbons around her wrists and ankles. I rub her arms and legs lightly as I go, to ease some circulation and blood flow back into her limbs. Her arms go directly to her breasts to try to cover up. Her gorgeous tits are impossible to corral and I smile at her efforts.
“Now be a good girl for Daddy William and I’ll remove the blindfold.”
I slip the blindfold off and see her scared little eyes blink at the lamp light.
“Where am I, Daddy William? What’s going on?”
“Here, Haley. Drink some water and I’ll explain.”
I hand her the glass of water I’d set on the bedside table along with some ibuprofen that she takes without question. I pet her soft brown hair, wrapping one of her curls around my fingers, then releasing it to watch it bounce. God, I love her fucking hair. I’ve always wanted to bury my hands in it.
Watching her drink the water, I can smell her skin and how sweet it is. Hours ago, at the party, when I had her caged like an animal, I couldn’t help but take a taste of her. She smelled like cinnamon and tasted like innocence. I’m never going to be able to eat French toast again without getting a fucking hard-on.
“You’ve always been Daddy’s good girl, Haley,” I say as I place the glass back on the table.
“Last night that little shit Tim slipped you a roofie—that’s a drug—and he intended to use it to knock you out and rape you.”
I see her eyes get big as tears start to form at the corners.
“Shh. Everything is okay, little Haley. I was there in time. Tim is taken care of. I talked to Roger afterwards and told him that I would bring you to my house and take care of you while the drugs wore off. While you were still drugged, you struggled and tried to fight me. I decided you needed to be stripped of your clothes and restrained for your own safety. I put a blindfold on you so that you could sleep and hopefully stave off the worst of the drug-induced hangover.”
Haley looks at me with wide eyes. I see her still trying to cover up those massive tits and turn her body in order to shield everything I want to look at.
“Oh, and while you were sleeping, I jerked off on top of you and came all over your beautiful nipples.”
A red blush starts at those rosy nipples and works its way up her neck and to her cheeks. I hadn’t meant to be so straightforward, but the look on her innocent face is worth it.
“Now tell me, little Haley. Would you like Daddy to return the favor and let you rub your kitty all over him?”
3
HALEY
“Daddy William, I don’t understand.” Shifting so my back rests against the headboard, I look for something to cover my very naked body.
“It’s just ‘Daddy’ now, Haley.” His voice sounds deeper than it normally does, and I can’t help the smile that breaks across my face. I like the idea of just calling him ‘Daddy’. It feels so…right. “You want to call me ‘Daddy’, don’t you, my precious little girl?” he asks.
A shiver runs though me. “Of course I do. I just don’t understand why.” Reaching for the sheet I see lying next to me, I pull it up to cover myself, causing him to frown.
“I know there’s a lot we need to talk about. But right now, Daddy wants to play with you. Do you want me to play with you, Haley? Do you want me to show you how good I can make you feel?”
I’m confused by his words. He isn’t making any sense to me. “Daddy, what did you mean when you said you wanted me to rub my kitty on you? I don’t have a kitty. I’ve alwa—”
He cuts me off with a laugh that sounds so deep it must have come all the way from his tummy, and I can’t help but giggle in response.
“God, Haley, your innocence is going to be the death of me.” He grips the corner of the sheet I used to cover myself and slowly starts pulling it from me. I snap my hand out in response to stop him, but the hard look he shoots me has me instantly letting go. “You trust me, don’t you?” he asks.