Stanley’s Point of View

I looked at her grimly. It has been a long while since me and my precious little princess had done any play that gave her what she badly needed. I can tell that she is getting frustrated, upset even. Something inside me clenches so hard just at the wondered of my princess’ unhappiness, yet I am just as certain of my words and hers, the agreement we made without any doubt. Not until by her expression now, by the looks of it, she would beg. Now or later, but not longer than tomorrow. We’ll see.

Eight Days Ago

“Daddy, I want to have a deal with you. Can we make a deal, Daddy please?” I looked at my baby girl. She looks so determined and tried her best to appear serious, for she indeed is. It’s just her cute and innocent, harmless face that makes her look like she’s begging for me and a cre mpie, all the f cking time.

“Hmm,” I watch her fiddle with her fingers, probably ‘manifesting’ my answer. “Why would I agree with that?” I dropped the paperwork I was doing and turned my swivel chair to face her, making her flinch.

She’s only that brave when I am not facing her, eh? Adorable.

“W-Well…” she stuttered, trailing off for what seemed like a loss for words.

Just as–

“I know I told Daddy that whenever I want something, I should do anything to earn it. Daddy is giving me so many playtimes, cuddles, favors, presents, and surprises, so it would be too greedy for me to ask for more.” She blabbered almost inaudibly, good thing that I am used to it. She worries a lot and she used to blabber a lot as well, having me help her work for it for clearer communication.

My expression remained unfazed as I study her language, verbal and body. I did not show any disapproval and that’s a cue to urge her.

She heaved a breathe for another blurt of her blabbers. “There is this new season for Happy Meal, limited edition and I want to get the most of those before the season ends. Daddy does not allow me to have fast food more than once a month but I really really want the toys! Can I have those toys, Daddy please?” She squeaks and nervously glanced at my expression.

Her knees are trembling. She is not afraid, I will never make my baby feel afraid around me. She is contemplating whether to kneel to convince me more, but she knows better than to let me see her graze her precious knees to the filth of the floor.

“What are you willing to do in exchange for the toys, then?” I finally rumbled out, her cherry shade lips protruding as she thinks. Nah-uh, not going to work.

“Anything?” Wrong. Answer.

My left brow raised and she immediately knew her mistake. My princess then impulsively waved through the air, as if erasing what she had just said. Cute.

“No, no! I am sorry, Daddy, I mean, I am very very willing to do what Daddy wills! Should Daddy make me eat bitter gourd, I would! Without sugar, even! For ten days! Straight!” She enthusiastically offered which made me chuckle.

She despises bitter gourd so much, but to have her offer that, those toys must be so unique for her.

“Ten days, you say? Why is it so?” I pressed and her pout lingered. She thinks that I am agreeing to her having to eat bitter gourd without sugar.

“Because… there are ten toys in the set. One day, one toy?” She giggled at her witty explanation, as if she is already getting what she wanted, by her way.

“Come here.” Her face brightened even more. Ah, angel.

She quickly went towards me and sat on my left leg, leaning on my side and shrinking herself to mine, seeking my warmth.

She smelled of freshly picked strawberries, so sweet, and a delicate sakura in her prime.

I wrapped my left arm around her waist, providing warmth and comfort, then planted my palm over the cloth of her small tummy.

“Baby..” I whispered on her ear and felt her shiver, her breathing hitched as she looked up at me, her eyes suddenly sleepy.. and hungry. Thirsty.

F ck.

“Daddy?” She responded in her sweetest, without her intentionally putting effort.

“Do you really want those toys?” I inquired to make sure, my hand sneakily making it’s way inside her — my — hoodie, sensually groping her tiddies and playing with her peak.

She squirms underneath me and nodded vigorously, fighting the clouding thoughts. “Yes, Daddy, please!”

“Yes, Daddy, please what, baby girl?” I taunted, gently pulling and twisting her bud as she opened her mouth to speak, only to end up releasing soft mo ns.

“T-Toys. Ha..” she breathes heavily, “happy m-meals.. Daddy plea–” she gasped when her legs were suddenly parted, my right hand in between, exposing her wet drawers.

“The princess will get what she wants.” I stated and poked her clothed entrance, making her buck her hips, “but not what she needs, until she does not want what she wanted anymore. Deal?”

I moved her panties to the middle of her core and grabbed it by the waistline, pulling to make the fabric rub against her wetness. It is so sticky that I felt the need to lap her up.

“Ah! Deal!” I carried her and layed her on the the desk to seal the deal.

Present Time

Eight toys and eight days without org sm and intercourse for her have passed. She shows her extreme gratefulness for every toy but her whining and sulking for every org sm denial comes right after.

“Daddy?” She stirred from her slumber and immediately called for me when she did not feel my arms wrapped around her as she woke up, not even opening her eyes to look for me, knowing that I am just around. At all times.

“Daddy is here, baby.” I confirmed my presence and carried her so she was sitting on my lap.

She instinctively hid her face on the crook of my neck, hoping to continue her slumber.

“I… I dreamed about something, Daddy.” She whispered after a while, releasing a small whimper as I gently squeezed her waist, urging her to go on.

“I dreamt that Daddy was playing with me in my sleep, but because I was sleeping, I cannot come even if I needed to. Even in my dream, Daddy is so cruel.” She sulks and sobbed dramatically.

Ah, my baby is already this energetic to play around first thing in the morning.

“How sure is my baby that that was a dream?” I asked and gently pried her legs open, making her realize that she is not wearing anything underneath my hoodie that she claimed hers.

“I…” She nuzzled her face on my neck to refocus.

“You?” I inquired furthermore, slowly rubbing her pearl.

“I concede. I don’t want toys anymore, I want… need Daddy to make me come. Can I, Daddy, please?”

Mild NSFW Ahead

She arched her back, her lower body reaching for my fingers desperately. I do not need anymore convincing and immediately withdrew my teasing on her cl t.

“Stand up.” I commanded and she obeyed eagerly.

“Good girl, now, lay down on daddy’s lap, your back facing him.” She never messes up any instructions.

I can feel her body trembling. Hah. Desperate.

I ran my palm over her smooth bum, grabbing a handful and giving it a tender squeeze, paying attention to the twin buns alternatively.

“Daddy..” she flinched, responding to my every touch.

“Shh.” I shushed her down and inserted my index and middle fingers inside her mouth, pressing on her tongue.

Silence.

My other preoccupied hand made it’s way through her entrance, poking sneakily before going all out and giving both her bums a nice mark. Her body jolts with the impact.

Responsive.

A few more handful of sp nks were given to her before I cupped her mound. She was dripping wet and the outside of her walls are twitching.

“So wet. Good girl. Is this wetness for daddy only?”

She whimpered and moaned through my fingers, sucking and licking eagerly, proving a point.

“Hnngh!”

“Does it mean yes, baby girl?” I talked her through as I inserted a digit inside her.

She quivered and tightened her warm walls around my digit, welcoming my entrance.

“Ahn!”

I started thrusting in and out, smoothly, as her wetness continues to drip and coat the atmosphere with her aroma. So sweet.

“My princess is so beautiful. Are you cumming for daddy, hmm?” I let a second digit join the first one as the thrusting gets faster and deeper making her whimper louder.

“Immediately? Such an obedient little girl. Cum for daddy now.” I curled my fingers inside her and added a third one with the same pace.

Her entire body tensed at the cue, releasing the kept org sm, now as squ rt. “Ha–h!”

“Very good. You’re so beautiful, baby.” She kept coming and I caressed her cheeks, the three digits still moving in and out of her sensitive flesh, drying up her juices whilst building up another one.

Her mouth is gaped open, her saliva dripping down as she continues to pant, reaching another climax.

“So gorgeous.” I cooed through her second climax, “there, there. Always a good girl.”

Her cl t is twitching as I removed my fingers, gently turning her limp body around to have her rest in my arm before licking the juices that stuck on my hand.

She saw what I just did and whimpered softly.

“Sweet.” I leaned to kiss her lips tenderly which she responded to, albeit still weakly due to her post org smic bliss.

The kiss turned sloppy and wetter, playful, yet needy. Her lips are so soft, addictive and consuming. Heaven.

The bed is wet. I cut the kiss which she chased and pouted when she realized that it’s over.

“Aren’t you tired, baby?” She shook her head but yawned adorably.

I chuckled and lifted her up, then placed her on the clean side of the bed to get up, not before giving her a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Rest, hmm?” She nodded, already dozing off.

Third Person’s Point of View

Stanley went to the bathroom, getting a small basin with water and a wet cloth, grabbing a new sheet on the way back to his princess.

He looked at her tenderly, lovingly, as he approached. A soft sigh escaped from his lips as he settled down, wiping her body carefully, then took off the bed sheet and replaced it before fixing his baby’s position comfortably. He gave her a fresh set of clothes, glancing down at his hard-on and shook his head, jaw clenching as his face turned grim once again.

He grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

“Stan–“

“Get the remaining Happy Meals.”

“You mean all of those left?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, baby girl’s happy meal came?”

The person on the other line laughed loudly, seemingly impressed at his own joke.

“Stop the punchline or I will p nch you, Chavez.” Stanley threatened as he lays beside his girl, scooping her closer to him.

“Jeez.” A scoff was heard from the other line before a repeat from what seemed like a cashier at a fastfood chain.

“Happy Meals with specific toys coming right up, sir!”

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