Daddy's Here(30)

"How's she coming along, anyway? Reddened her behind yet? Little brat deserves it well enough."

"You know I don't discuss what happens in the nursery," he said, his  finger starting to slide back and forth inside her, almost lifting her  into the air with each movement.

"I know, I know. I just hope you give her what she deserves is all I'm saying."

"You need not trouble yourself on that score," he said, sliding his  finger from her and stepping away from the wall. "She will get  everything she deserves and more. Now we must be heading back, it's  starting to get dark."

"Of course. Don't let me keep you but if you want my opinion, you'll keep a very close eye on that one."

"I will indeed," he replied, taking Abbey by the hand. She could feel  her own wetness on his finger as he pulled her away. The tops of her  thighs were damp, a constant reminder of what he'd just done, alongside  the tingle of desire that throbbed within her as they walked slowly back  to the house.

"Why did you do that?" she asked through her dummy.

"Because you were good and didn't run away. You behave, you get rewarded. Now let's go inside, it's getting cold."

He hoisted her over his shoulder again, passing over the muddy track to  the doorstep, setting her down on the mat and looking at her in a  strange way. "You're a strange one, whine about wearing a nappy but no  complaints when I put a finger inside you. Almost as if you wanted me  to." He shrugged as if putting his thoughts aside. "In we go."





Chapter Ten





Abbey yawned as she walked into the house, the heat combining with the  stress of the day to make her realise just how tired she was. "Of  course," Papa said, lifting her into his arms, letting the dummy fall  from her mouth. "It's been a long day for such a little one. Let's get  you ready for bed."

He carried her through to the nursery, lying her down on the changing  mat and lifting her dress to her waist. He sprinkled powder between her  legs, rubbing it in swiftly as if he had not just teased her so  naughtily out on the street. He applied the cream equally abruptly but  then his movements suddenly changed, slowing as he spread her lips  apart, his head lowering towards her pussy. He examined her wetness,  dipping a finger into her before sliding it up to her clit, circling it  slowly before leaning in and then brushing over it with his lips, just  once.         

     



 

He leaned back for a nappy, leaving Abbey panting from the unexpected  touch of his soft lips on her most sensitive spot. He slid the nappy  under her, strapping the sides in place before helping her to stand,  ignoring the hints she gave of her desire, the way she looked up at him,  the way her hips swayed slightly, her feet turning inwards.

He pulled her dress up and off her before sinking into the armchair  which lay in shadows in the corner of the room. He switched on a lamp  next to him, patting his lap for her to join him. Abbey climbed onto his  lap, curling up against his chest as he picked up a book from the shelf  beside him and began to read.

"Once upon a time," he said, his voice gentle as with his free hand, he  stroked her hair softly, "there was a little girl who was very, very  naughty. Now one day, this little girl wandered away from her papa and  got lost in the dark, dark wood."

Abbey found herself feeling younger as he read, becoming more innocent,  more placid, less stressed about wearing only a nappy, about being his  little. He had given her the dummy again as he read and she  automatically sucked on it, hearing his heartbeat against her ear as she  snuggled against his chest, listening to the story.

Her parents had never read her a bedtime story, it was not something  she'd ever experienced but listening to his soothing voice, she found  herself relaxing into him, her eyes drooping as the little girl was  reunited with her Papa after a not too scary adventure in the wood. When  he finished, he set the book down, kissing her forehead as she blinked  up at him. "Time for bed, little Abbey," he said, lifting her into the  cot.

She pouted back at him. "Don't want you to go."

"Why on earth not?"

How could she word it? She didn't say anything for a moment as she knew  she couldn't just say, "Because I've suddenly decided I want to know  what your cock looks like."

"Scared of the dark."

She thought he might shout at her but instead he smiled. "I didn't realise. Would you like me to leave the light on?"

She nodded but as he turned to go, she grabbed his hand through the bars  of the cot, holding on tightly. "Don't be naughty," he said, trying to  peel her fingers away. "It's time for bed."

"Please," she said, still holding on tightly.

"If you don't let go, there'll be trouble, little Abbey."

Good," she grinned, pulling him towards her.

"Oh, you are a bad little girl," he growled, looming over the side of the cot. "Do you want another spanking?"

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."