Brea
When Daddy’s lips descend on mine, I sigh into his mouth. He cups my face with his hand, and I set my palm on top of his. I love how he touches me. Every time he does so. Even when he was spanking me.
His lips are magical. He takes my breath away and scrambles my brain with his tongue and his mouth. It’s like a sweet dance, our tongues teasing each other, licking and sucking and tasting. It’s the best feeling in the world.
Now that I’ve touched myself, I realize there’s probably more to this feeling. Besides, Daddy has told me so, and I believe him.
He kisses me for so long that I start to squirm next to him, those sensations I was feeling returning to the surface. I want to touch myself again, but there’s no way I would do so while he’s with me. That would be embarrassing.
The need for contact is growing though. My breasts are heavy. My nipples are hard points. I arch my chest and squeeze my legs together. I’m restless, unable to keep from squirming.
Daddy slides his palm from my face to my shoulder, making me aware of the fact that I’m gripping the back of his hand with my fingers.
I release him and fist my hand at my side, fighting the urge to touch myself. Until an hour ago, I never had such a thought. Now I’m consumed.
Daddy’s magical lips keep kissing, his tongue keeps teasing mine. He slides his hand down to my fist and grips it before reaching for my thigh and smoothing up my side. His fingers span wide, and they are moving, stroking my back.
When his thumb grazes the underside of my breast, I gasp into his mouth and then moan, digging my heels into the mattress. A need I don’t understand is building, consuming me.
Daddy releases my lips, props himself on his elbow, and cups my head with his free hand. His mouth is a breath away, but he’s not kissing me anymore. “I’m going to touch you, kitten. All over. Okay?”
I nod. Please. I need him to touch me. I don’t care where or how.
His hand slides to my breast, and my eyes roll back in my head. He’s not touching my skin, of course, but even through my dress and my bra, I can feel enough. He grips me over and over until he tucks a finger under the upper edge of my bra and finds my nipple. The cotton of my dress is still a barrier, but it feels so good anyway. So much better than when I touched myself.
I draw my feet up, knees bent, and arch my chest off the bed. I’m out of control. I need something. So badly, it hurts.
“Lie back down, kitten,” he demands. “Flatten your legs.”
I drop my butt to the mattress, gasping, my vision blurring.
“Good girl.” He flicks my nipple again and then releases my breast to smooth his hand down my belly. “Spread your legs, Little one.” He reaches for my inner thigh and pushes my leg open, bending my knee toward the wall.
A new sensation fills me, a sense of exposure. I’m fully clothed, but my private parts are pulsing with need.
Daddy kisses me again and then retreats. He gives my thigh a squeeze. “Leave your leg here, kitten,” he whispers against my lips. And then his hand is moving toward my core.
Seconds later, he’s cupping me there, pressing his palm into me.
I nearly bolt off the bed, my entire body stiffening.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Brea. Jesus.” He’s panting. I would be too if I could breathe.
“Daddy,” I beg, my voice unrecognizable.
“Daddy’s going to make you feel good, kitten.”
The pressure is intense. It’s consuming me. The need. When he drags his fingers over my private parts, I cry out. I hadn’t gotten this far. He’d walked in while I’d been gripping myself, but I hadn’t stroked my folds yet.
Besides, it feels a hundred times better when he does it. Like it’s out of my control or something. I think my brain is going to explode.
He presses down with the heel of his palm, making me realize I’ve lifted my butt again. His fingers stroke me again too. “You’re soaked, kitten. All the way through your leggings. It’s fucking hot.”
He’s panting. I like it. It tells me he’s enjoying this. No way he’s enjoying it as much as me, but he’s turned on.
When he suddenly drags his middle finger over that sensitive bundle of nerves, I scream. All thoughts disintegrate. I’m nothing but a pile of goo. A needy pile of goo.
“That’s my girl. Let it feel good. I can keep touching you like this, or I can slide my hand inside your panties if you’d prefer.”
I moan, my head lolling back and forth. The thought of him touching me directly is suddenly inviting. “Please…”
He kisses me again. “Please what, kitten?” His finger finds my clit over and over, teasing it relentlessly. I’m so close to exploding. I’ll die if he doesn’t help me.
I open my hand and reach out to grab his forearm. “Please,” I scream. “Please, Daddy. Make it feel better.”
He drags his hand up to the top of my leggings and slips his fingers inside.
I don’t care that he’s going to touch my bare private parts. I need him to. I need him to do whatever it takes to get me there.
His fingers are suddenly inside my panties, and I’m shaking. My entire body is stiff and trembling as he finds my folds and drags my wetness up over my clit.
“Oh, God…”
He holds my head with his hand and kisses around my lips. “Come for Daddy. Let me watch you explode, kitten.” He flicks my clit over and over, circling it and teasing it, and then doing it again.
The pressure keeps building until I can’t focus. I can’t think. I can’t see. I can only feel the need. It’s growing and building and blinding me.
Suddenly, he eases a finger inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit, and I explode. The pressure gives way and my entire body shudders uncontrollably as my vagina pulses around his finger and my clit throbs against his thumb.
It goes on and on for long seconds before finally slowing down, leaving me panting. I’m not solid anymore. I don’t even know what I am. I’m smiling though. I know that.
My ears are ringing as Daddy kisses all over my face, trailing his lips to my ear. “That was the most beautiful experience of my life, kitten. Thank you.”
I shudder. Shouldn’t I be thanking him?
His hand eases out of my leggings and I suck in a breath when he brings his fingers to his face. He inhales my scent and then sucks his fingers into his mouth.
My eyes are wide with shock as he moans. “So sweet,” he murmurs. His hand slides down to my belly and then he meets my gaze. “Now you know.” He smiles.
I flush. “I… I had no idea.” Already I want to do that again. Could I do it to myself? It would probably take me longer than it took Daddy, but I bet I could do it. I was close when he walked in on me.
Daddy kisses me gently, staring down at me for a long time. His hand strokes my tummy. Finally, he lifts a brow. “You still have to nap, kitten. You’re not getting out of it.”
I groan. “There’s no way I could sleep now.” My heart is still racing.
“You can. You’ll settle in a few minutes.” As he eases off the bed, I glance down at his jeans. The bulge in the front is huge. It was pressing against my thigh this entire time. I’m curious but also nervous. It doesn’t seem fair that he just made me feel so good and didn’t get anything in return. But I wouldn’t know the first thing about how to fix that.
“Brea…” His voice is filled with a warning tone, and I jerk my gaze up, realizing I’ve been staring at his erection.
He pulls the covers back over me, tucking me in tight. “Rest, Little one. Take some deep calming breaths so you can relax.” He piles all the stuffed animals next to me once more and hands me the doll before leaning over to kiss me one more time.
I’m tucked in tight and snug, but I’m restless still.
“I’m not going to tell you not to touch yourself, kitten, because I think you need to explore and find out what feels good. Masturbating is important. However, you need to nap right now. Save the exploration for later, okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur. There’s no way I’m going to touch myself while I’m in his cabin again. It was mortifying.
“Sleep, kitten.” He pads from the room, shutting the door almost all the way.
I like how he leaves it ajar. It’s sweet. But it’s also the reason I got caught touching myself in the first place. Although, for as humiliating as that was at first, I’m not sorry now. I’ve been introduced to a whole new world I didn’t know existed.
Now that I’m alone, I’m suddenly exhausted. The orgasm left me depleted of energy. Maybe I can nap. I close my eyes, snuggle in with my doll, and that’s the last thing I remember.