I couldn’t help but moan, grinding my wet push against his leg as he sat at his desk, edging myself over and over again as he worked, my blond pigtails bouncing as I grunt and speed up. He barely even pays me any attention except to tell me to slow down or speed up.
I was dressed in the outfit he picked out for me, white knee high socks, short pleated pink skirt, white crop top that barely covered my breasts, “daddy’s girl” written across the front in pink pink, ribbons in my hair, and of course my baby blue collar wrapped snuggly around my neck, a little tag hanging off the front with my name “Riley” engraved on it. There was a time I wouldn’t have been caught dead in an outfit like this, that I was more at home in a pair of baggy jeans or big basketball shorts, oversized hoody, a beanie to hide my hair so I wouldn’t have to deal with it. That felt like so long ago now.
“Stop,” I hear him say, I whimper, tears in my eyes. I slow down, panting loudly, my lower lip trembling.
“No, please, I’m so close, please,” I beg, my pussy so wet, so needy. “It’s been so long, just one, please please please!” I beg. I feel his hands on my hips, holding me down as I keep trying to thrust my hips. He holds me still despite my struggling, slowly letting the sensation fade from an unbearable need to a constant ache.
“Someone is extra feisty today,” I hear him chuckle, he lifts my chin up so I look at him, gently stroking my cheek. “Am I going to have to punish you?” He asks. I pout as I look up at him, sniffling as I shake my head.
“No daddy, I’ll be good. It’s just so hard, I haven’t cum in months, my pussy-“
“Your pussy?” He smiles at me, raising an eyebrow. I sigh, looking down defeated.
“Your pussy,” I mumble.
“That’s right, this cute little thing belongs to me,” he says, running his finger up my wet slit, I gasp at his touch, “and these too,” he says rolling my nipples between his fingers, making me moan. “And these too,” he cups my cheek, running his thumb over my lips before leaning in and kissing me. I smile, leaning in and kissing him back. Chasing his lips with mine as he pulls back.
“You belong to me, that’s what we agreed to, right?” He says, I smile up at him, nodding.
“Right, I’ll be daddy’s little girl, do what daddy says, when daddy says, and in return daddy will take care of me and protect me and love me,” I say, remembering the day I became his little girl with a smile. Since then life had been like a dream, I still couldn’t believe it sometimes, I often thought how I ended up here. Why did you do it?” I ask after a moment. He tilts his head a little, not sure exactly what I’m asking.
“When you found me, why did you take me in?” I ask. “You didn’t really know me. I mean, I know you recognized me from the diner, I don’t know how, I looked like such a mess,” I blush, remembering how ratty I looked back then. After losing my waitressing job, I quickly ended up on the streets. Totally broke with no where to go, I was lost. Dressed in threadbare clothes, filthy from sleeping in alleys and park benches, my blonde hair a so dirty it looked almost brown, skinny from barely being able to afford food. “I must have looked completely different, sitting on that corner, asking for change.”
He reaches out, brushing a loose strand of hair out of my face, his finger lightly brushing my cheek. “Not completely different, you still had those pretty eyes, cute innocent face, that little button nose,” he smiles, poking my nose, making me smile. “You looked more worn, sure, but I still saw the pretty bright eyed girl underneath, the one with the beautiful smile, and who told lame jokes as she poured me coffee every morning,” he chuckles.
“Hey, you always laughed!” I say pushing his shoulder, but I smile and laugh with him.
“Because you looked so cute as i told them. You can keep going now by the way,” he says, I look up at him as I begin grinding against his thigh again, immediately a moan escapes my lips, my pussy so wet and needy. “And I knew you just needed some help, a hand to help you pick yourself up, and you would shine again. And i was right, wasn’t i? He says, placing his hands on my hips again, helping guide me so I don’t go too fast again.
“Mmmph, if you say so daddy,” I pant, my legs already starting to tremble.
“None of that, I was right. You shine like a beautiful diamond, even if you are a brat sometimes,” he says, his hands guiding me to go a little faster, leaving me breathless and unable to argue.
“At first I just thought you’d sleep on my couch for a bit, until you got back on your feet. But soon enough I knew I had to keep you, that I couldn’t be happy if I don’t hear your corny jokes during breakfast, that cute laugh of yours, this pretty face,” he reaches up and touches my cheek, I lean my face into it, his touch feels so nice. “I just wasn’t sure if you’d accept my offer, I was afraid you’d say no,” he says, continuing to rub my cheek as I blush.
“Say no? But, Mmph, but you were so good to me daddy, ahhh! You were kind to me when no one else was, you-you made me feel so special, even when I didn’t think I was. You l, Uhh, y-you were the first good thing to come into my life, I couldn’t say no,” I say, taking his hand in mine, kissing it, wrapping my lips around each finger one at a time, sucking and licking them as I looked up at him.
“I asked a lot of you, I still do,” he smiles, but I shake my head.
“Not really.”
“No? I asked you to obey everything I said from then on.”
“You always know best anyway daddy.”
“To only wear what I tell you to, lose those baggy sweaters and old jeans.”
“And you made me feel so cute when did.”
“To serve me, cook, clean, do all the chores around the house.”
“Mph, that I wasn’t so happy about, but you don’t ask *that* much I guess.”
“Brat, back then you jumped at the chance to help out around the house.”
“I wasn’t spoiled then.” I smile at him, biting my lower lip as I grind against his leg a little harder.
“True. And then I also asked to let me control your orgasms, that you would only be allowed to cum when I wanted you too. And I did warn you I liked you denied, that you’d go long times between orgasms.”
I pause, blushing. “Yeah, that part is still hard. But… but it shows you how much I love you, that I’m a good girl.”
“And good girls don’t cum,” he smiles at me and I nod back. I lean forward into him, breathing hard. I realize I’ve sped up, I’m humping his leg too fast to control myself. I take a deep breath, slowing down until I’m barely even moving, knowing I have to be careful not to slide over the edge.
“It’s okay, you can keep going sweetheart. Even good girls can cum once in a while,” he says. I look up at him, my pussy so wet and needy.
“I don’t have to, I can hold it daddy,” I say, he leans in, kissing me while at the same time starting to bounce me on his leg. I moan into his lips, starting to grind faster again. I wrap my arms around him, out of breath as I continue to kiss him, pressing my lips hard against his. He keeps bouncing me faster and faster, until I can’t take it anymore. I grunt and moan, he squeezes me tight as my legs shake and spasm. I squirt all over his leg, my heart racing, my body pulsing with such intense pleasure that the world melts away around me, all I know is daddy, and daddy’s love, and it’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever known.
“That’s my good girl,” he says, holding me as I collapse into his arms, sweaty and tired. He gently rubs my back, and I curl up in his arms.
“Thank you daddy,” I say, resting my head against his chest. He pats the back of my head, kissing me on the head.
NSFW: yes
Hey, hope you liked the story. I’m still pretty new to writing erotica like this, so any feedback positive or negative would be lovely. Thanks.
I love it! 🙂