part0070

“Just breathe, Izzy.” Max kissed her on the top of her head. He knew her so well, and always seemed to know how to make things better, even when her anxiety started to get the best of her.

“Daddy, there is so much.” Too many choices, too much to do. Where would they start?

“Yes, there is, and I can hear the gears turning in that pretty head of yours. We’re going to go to our room so we can talk about what will happen this weekend. It may not be what you expect, but it is what I feel you need. Do you trust me to take care of you?”

That seemed like a loaded question if there ever was one, but when it came down to it, Izzy trusted him with everything she was, so even though his words did nothing to ease the anxiety she felt building up, she answered him truthfully. “Of course I do.”

“I will do everything I can to be worthy of that trust, my princess.” He led her up the stairs toward their room.

“Daddy, how did you know where our room was?” She looked around, wondering if he had been here without her.

“Princess, you really need to start paying better attention to the world around you. Our room assignment came with the information packet we got at the registration tables.” Once they reached the door, he opened it before turning and putting his arms around her. He picked her up and carried her into the room before tossing her on the large bed that dwarfed the space.

She reached up and pulled his head toward hers so she could kiss him with the hope of never having to stop. Unfortunately, he seemed to have other plans. Pulling away, he kissed her on the tip of her nose before standing beside the bed. She sighed in disappointment.

“Can’t we make out, even for a little while?” she whined.

“We need to talk about our expectations for the next few days before we do anything else. If we start playing around, that conversation won’t happen. Now, sit up against the head of the bed, and I will sit next to you.”

“Why am I nervous about this?” He was acting like she wouldn’t like what he had to say. She did as he asked and situated herself at the headboard while he messed around in his bag. When he finished, he turned back to her with the cutest stuffed brown puppy in his hands.

He walked over and handed her the stuffie, which she hugged to herself with abandon. He was so squishy. “Oh Daddy, he is so cute, thank you. I think we should name him Spot.” Izzy hugged the dog to her chest. She loved dogs, and had always wanted one for herself. Max promised her one once they were married, and she couldn’t wait.

Max climbed in beside her and took her hand in his. “For the remainder of our time here, when we are in this room, you are Isabella, my grown up woman. However, also starting now, when we leave this room, you will be my little girl.”

She took a moment to think about what he was saying. “Little girl?” He couldn’t mean what she thought he did. She was a bratty school-aged girl when they played. She must have misunderstood. “You… you mean because I’m your girl, right? You don’t really mean ‘little’ little girl. Right?”

“No, princess, you understood perfectly. You’ve been stressed out with preparing for the wedding, as well as working full-time. You haven’t accepted help, always trying to do everything yourself. That ends now.” He squeezed her hand. “This weekend, you will hand your control over to me. I will decide what happens. All you have to do is give over to the little girl in you who is trying to get relief.”

How on Earth could he think this was a good idea? Why would he decide to change things up like this? Sure, she loved playing the brat to her Daddy, but a little girl? “I refuse to drink from a bottle. And if you come anywhere near me with a diaper, I swear I will castrate you without an ounce of guilt.” The words slipped out before she could rein them in.

“Well, aren’t you quite bossy today? You should be glad I named this as the non-playing space, or you would already be over my knee.” His bright smile quelled any nervousness she may have had at the statement. “The stress of work combined with the wedding is too much for you, and I haven’t been taking care of you in the way you need. We need a reset. That’s what this weekend is about. You need a chance to turn your brain off for a while. You will be my little girl, and I know it’s younger than what comes naturally to you, but who knows? You might find you like it.”

He saw everything. How could she think he didn’t? Of course he did. “Oh Daddy, I trust you. If you think this is what we need, then I will do my best.” She felt the tears start to fall down her face before he reached up and wiped them away for her.

“Oh my princess. It isn’t about you doing your best. Just let go and let me take charge. I will take care of you.” He leaned forward and kissed her. It started out simply enough, but it didn’t take long before the kiss grew into something more.

She hadn’t realized how much she had needed this. Not the whole Castle experience, the weekend away and all the trappings, but just him. His touch. His kiss. His body pressed up against hers, greedily claiming her. Reminding her who she belonged to with just his lips on hers, and his tongue inside her mouth. When his hand reached up to press gently at the base of her throat, she came undone. She didn’t wait for him to tell her to undress like she usually did. He was getting enough of the control this weekend. Ripping her dress over her head, she climbed on top of his lap and shoved him backward onto the bed.

He laughed up at her with raised eyebrows. “Impatient, princess?”

“Yes,” she answered, moving just enough to rip off her panties and bra and climb onto his erect cock.

“And you think I’m going to let you get away with this?”

Sliding her body until his cock was deep inside of her, she reached behind herself and gathered his balls into the palm of her hand, squeezing gently.

“I know you are,” she answered sweetly when he closed his eyes and moaned. His docile response lasted only a moment before he grabbed her hips possessively, and guided her up and down the length of his cock. Slow and smooth, and tender, then fast and hard and rough.

She was in it for both, and claimed him just as roughly as he did her, meeting him thrust for thrust and leaning down to kiss him hard on the lips, running her fingers through his thick hair and pulling.

When his spine stiffened and his eyes widened, and his breath became a low pant, she kissed him harder, breathing deeply as he fucked her with a final round of hard, grinding thrusts.

On the last one, just as he cried out, her nerves exploded with the familiar fiery sensation, and a wave of intense heat flushed her body.

“Oh god,” she cried. “Oh Daddy, yes.”

He had finished but she continued to ride him, working every last drop of pleasure from her orgasm.

With a wide and satiated grin, he looked up at her, met her eyes and slapped her ass, just as she cried out “Daddy” for the second time.

“That’s right,” he said. “And don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t,” she promised, rolling off him, sticky with sweat and utterly spent and satisfied.

They hadn’t had a hot and heavy, no holds barred quickie like that in a long-ass time. Too long, if you asked her.

Daddy apparently agreed. “That was fun, princess,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in close.

“It really was,” she replied with a happy but tired sigh. Safe in her Daddy’s arms and feeling like all was right in their world for the first time in a long time, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.