Daddy walked into my room as I sat on my bed, wearing only one of his shirts and panties. I looked up at him from the book I was reading. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, arms crossed, frowning a little.

“You’re getting married in two days,” he reminded me, as if I could have forgotten. He’d been like a daily countdown calendar since the day he had informed me of my engagement. I had gotten to plan almost the whole thing, my intended not being interested in centerpieces, floral arrangements, or table cloths, but I had been simply told one day over dinner I was getting married.

“Yes…?” I asked, when he stopped after that statement.

“It’s time I taught you about Sex,” he growled, looking unhappy. I groaned and threw my book apart. I’m not sure what he wondered I was reading with mostly naked men on the front cover, but this wasn’t a conversation I really needed to have with him.

“Daddy, I know about Sex. I know about safe Sex. I know where babies come from. We’re good,” I assured him. “I’m even on the pill now.”

He shoved off the door and came towards me, jaw clenched, eyes hard. “No, babygirl, I’m not sure we are good. I know the kind of romances you read, where the Sex is all sweet and cuddly. But sometimes men want more than that, and I want you to be prepared for it.”

He grabbed my ankle and jerked. I had been sitting crossed-legged, but the movement pulled me to the edge of the bed, my legs now aside, one foot on the bed, the other on his shoulder.

“You see,” he said, reaching down. He slid two fingers under my panites, brushing right against my core, and pulled, dragging the panties down my legs. I quickly put my knees together, my abs tight as I pulled my second leg into the air next to the one he held firmly. All he had to do was jerk a bit harder and the panties slipped between my legs. He slipped them off my one foot, not letting go of the other, so there they stayed. He grabbed my other ankle and pulled my legs aside, looking right down at my exposed Pussy. Somehow this seemed worse then being fully naked, my top half covered, my bottom half open for his view. “Men like more than a few sweet kisses sometimes.”

“Daddy!” I gasped out. “What if mom comes in and sees?”

He looked up at me and smirked. “She would say, about damn time.”

He pushed between my legs, dropping one of them to Free up his right hand. My other leg still held tight, I couldn’t close my legs all the way. My hand grabbed the sheets, too shocked at what was happening to try and cover myself. He reached out a finger and put it on my exposed clit. I flinched a little.

“I see you got waxed,” he rumbled. “Good girl.”

“Many men, including the one you’re set to marry, like being in control,” he informed me, rubbing and lightly flicking my clit. Amusing himself with it.

My core clenched, and I realized I was getting turned on. I finally got my hands to work and reached up to try and shove his hand away.

“Put your hand back down,” he snapped, “or I’m taking the belt to you.”

I gasped, looking up at him. He looked dead serious. I lowered my hand back down to the bed, gripping the sheets again.

“Like that.” I squirmed, wanting more than the light touch he was giving me. “You always have the right to say no, and tell even your husband to not touch you, but when you agree to be touched, he’ll want to do things his way. And that’s what I’m going to teach you tonight.”

He pulled away from my clit, making me whimper from the loss, his hand gonna his belt. He undid it, pulling it Free of the belt loops. One handed he folded it in half across my Pussy, making me freeze from the threat. Even my breathing went shallow, not wanting to be spanked there, especially not with the leather.

“Good girl,” he crooned. Then he dropped my ankle, grabbed my hips, and forced me over onto my front so I was almost in child’s pose. He let go of me, only to wrap the belt around my neck. My breathing wasn’t impared, but the option for him to cut off my airway was there.

He shifted, pressing his knee between my legs so my Pussy was firmly against his thigh. “Now, fuck yourself on my leg.”

I didn’t immediately respond, so he both tightened the belt, cutting me off mid inhale, and brought his hand down on my butt cheek in a sharp slap. I flexed my hips, more on reflex than anything, but it caused my clit to rub against the rough denim and all wondered left my mind. I wanted more, I wanted to cum, so I kept rocking back and forth.

Daddy would tighten the belt if I started gonna fast, or spank my Ass if I slowed down too much. It was hard, my hips not used to the movement required, but the feeling on my Pussy and daddy’s crooning encouragement, of what a good girl I was to give daddy what he wanted, were good teachers.

“Daddy,” I gasped, after he slowed me down by yet again tightening the belt. “I-I need to cum.”

“Need to, or want to?” he demanded, both tightening the belt and spanking me.

“Need,” I wailed, feeling like I would die if this didn’t end. Getting both the signal to speed up and slow down, I rubbed my Pussy on his thigh as fast and as hard as I could manage, even as I got light headed.

“Then cum,” he barked, releasing the belt.

My Orgasm came so hard I couldn’t scream, couldn’t make any noise as my lungs locked up. Daddy took control of my hips, moving me back and forth, dragging out the Orgasm as I soaked his thigh. Finally he stopped moving me and I went limp, gasping. He let go of me for a minute, and I heard his zipper come down. My eyes widened, wondering if this would be the moment that I lost my virginity.

He didn’t enter me, instead rubbing his dick along my slit. He paused, pulling back, and flipped me onto my back again. He resumed his position, almost like he wanted to soak his cock in my juices.

“Cannot cum in your Pussy,” he grunted. “That needs to be saved for the wedding night.”

He clambered onto the bed, straddled my shoulder, and smacked me across both cheeks with his wet dick. I opened my mouth, desperately wanting to lick him in thanks for the Orgasm. He let me, holding still enough that I could suck this tip of him, tasting my own release. He started jerking off, being careful not to hit me in the face with his hand. I stared up into his eyes, sucking and licking what little I could, and he groaned out my name, releasing his seed into my mouth.

I drank it down and suckled more gently on him. He shuddered and let me for a moment until it was too much for him to take and he pulled away, maneuvering to lay down next to me. He pulled his belt from under my neck and tossed it apart before cuddling me close.

“We are getting married in two day,” I informed my fiancee. “We could just have Sex, and then you would stop being such a bear.”

He nipped at my neck. “Not yet, babygirl.”

“Oh fine,” I yawned, cuddling close to him. He chuckled and kissed my forehead.

“Sleep well, babygirl,” he crooned, and I listened to him, like a good girl would.