Brea
There are no words to describe how I feel. I stare at myself in the mirror when Daddy is done, not sure I recognize the woman staring back at me. She’s no longer an innocent, naïve girl. She’s fully aware of her sexual side and wants to experience everything.
I tip my head back to look at Daddy as he puts the comb away. “When can we have sex?” I boldly ask.
He chuckles. “Not for a while.”
“Why?”
He strokes his huge hand down my damp hair. It’s already almost dry. “For several reasons.” He takes my hand and leads me to the living room.
“Will you tell me them?” Yep. I’m emboldened.
He heads for the kitchen and releases my hand long enough to fill a sippy cup with water before nodding toward the armchair. He waits until he’s situated with me on his lap to speak. “Drink some water, kitten.”
I lift the cup to my mouth and suck down half the cup, unaware of how thirsty I was until the first drops hit my tongue. When my thirst is quenched, I look at him expectantly.
He rubs my back. “For one thing, your pussy is extremely tight. The first time a woman has sex, there’s no way to avoid some discomfort, but I want to work on stretching you some with my fingers before you take my cock.”
“Okay. Then we can have sex?”
He smiles at me. “No, little minx. We aren’t going to have sex just so you can check it off your curiosity list. There’s a fine line between what constitutes sex, and as I’ve told you before, all of this is sex. But entering your body with my cock is a huge step. It’s precious and special and something you need to be absolutely certain about before we take that step.”
I pout. Until a few days ago, I didn’t know I even knew how to pout, but I’m perfecting it.
Daddy rubs my furrowed brow. “That’s not going to work on me, kitten. It’s cute though.”
“Daddy…” I complain.
“For the record, tomorrow you’re going to be disciplined for your defiance in the bathtub. I’m adding that pouty face to the list. There are a lot of things I will be lenient about because you’re so green, but blatantly defying Daddy will earn you a punishment, and if you start using that pouty face to try to manipulate me, that too will get added to the naughty list.” He lifts a brow.
I lick my lips, curious. “Are you going to spank me?”
“Nope. Not this time. I ordered you some special paper to help you work on your handwriting. You’ll use it to write sentences. It will kill two birds with one stone. You’ll learn a lesson and…well, you’ll learn a lesson.”
I sigh. “Yes, Sir.” I do want my penmanship to improve. I’d do anything to make it so that I can write without being embarrassed. I’m not sure what he means about writing sentences, but I guess I’ll find out.
“Now, are you too tired or would you like to read a few pages before bed?”
“I’d like to read please.”
He pats my bottom, which is barely covered with the nightgown. I love the soft material, but it’s incredibly revealing and doing very little to conceal me. I’m trying not to think about it because after all, Daddy has seen every inch of me now. Why should I care if he can see through the nightgown?
“Okay. Fifteen minutes and then I’m tucking you in.” He reaches for the book we’ve been reading in the evenings from the end table and opens it to the chapter we left off on.
I snuggle into him, feeling more content than ever before. “Will you hold it for me, Daddy?”
He chuckles, the vibrations jiggling my body on his lap. “I’d be happy to, but I might start calling you princess instead of kitten if you start wearing a crown.”
I swat at him playfully. “I’m not a princess. It’s your fault you do everything for me.”
He shifts my bottom on his thigh and holds me tighter, kissing my temple. “I’d move the moon for you if you asked me, kitten.”
I grin. It’s hard to focus on the page in front of me after he’s cradled my heart like that, but somehow I manage. I read for fifteen minutes, and then Daddy puts the book down. “Time for bed.”
He lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bathroom. After setting me on my feet, he reaches for the pink princess toothbrush still in its wrapper and removes it before putting toothpaste on it. “Open up, kitten.”
I’m shocked when he brushes my teeth for me. Like so many other things he does for me, it’s intimate and special. I feel like the princess he accused me of being.
When he’s done, he points toward the toilet. “Go potty. I’ll meet you in your room.”
I quickly use the toilet and wash my hands before joining Daddy in my new room.
He stands up from the side of my bed and pulls the covers back. “Climb in.”
I’ve never slept without panties on, but he hasn’t offered me any, and I’m quite certain it’s not an accident. No detail is ever overlooked by Daddy. So, I climb under the covers, trying to keep my bottom covered.
He tucks the blankets all around me and piles the stuffed animals against my side like he did earlier. Lastly, he hands me the doll. “Does she have a name yet?”
“Nope.” I hold her in front of me, thinking. “It will come to me.”
Daddy leans over and kisses my forehead. “I’m sure it will.” He nuzzles my neck next and then his lips come to mine.
I love when he kisses me. It makes my heart race and my body tingle all over. My lips are swollen when he pulls back.
His eyes are dancing. “Sleep well, kitten. I’ll leave the door ajar in case you need me. There’s a nightlight in the hallway.”
“Okay.” I pull the doll under the covers with me and roll onto my side to curl up with her. “Good night, Daddy.” I watch him leave the room, my eyes already heavy. In seconds, I’m out.
I awake with a start, trying to remember where I am. The bed is so comfortable. It’s not mine, but it only takes me a second to remember I’m in Daddy’s cabin.
It’s dark. The only light is coming from the nightlight slipping around the slightly open door. I glance around, wondering how long I’ve been asleep. I feel rested, but it’s so quiet. Surely it’s the middle of the night.
Finally, I spot a clock on the dresser. It’s five in the morning. I’m pretty sure I went to bed before ten, so I’ve slept better than any time in recent memory.
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling, smiling as I recall the previous evening. The entire day really. It was the best day ever. Not only did Niko spend the entire time I wasn’t working Daddying me, but he taught me everything I know about sex and gave me two orgasms.
I squirm at the memory of his fingers inside my leggings stroking my folds before my nap. I close my eyes and visualize every moment of the bath he gave me and the way he washed my breasts and between my legs.
He was so gentle every step of the way, taking his time, watching my reactions. No one could have possibly made my awakening more special.
I was shocked when he flattened me on his bed, held my arms above my head, and sucked my nipples. I was more than shocked when his mouth moved to my private parts. I wonder if that’s something everyone does or just something Daddy likes.
I loved it, so I’m not going to complain. He didn’t give me a chance to fret. I went from zero to ten in seconds and knew beyond a doubt I wanted him to keep licking me down there.
Restless, I shift my legs around under the covers. My nightgown has risen up around my waist, and the realization that my bottom is completely exposed and bare under the covers arouses me.
I glance at the door. The house is completely quiet. I’m sure Daddy is asleep. It’s so early.
Closing my eyes, I set my hands on my tummy and push my nightie up over my breasts. I bite my lip to keep from whimpering as I find my nipples and flick my thumbs over the hard tips.
It doesn’t feel the same as when Daddy does it, but I pretend it’s him touching me. His big hands cupping my breasts. His lips circling my nipples.
I pinch the tips, a gasp leaving my mouth, hopefully not making any noise. I swore yesterday there was no way I would ever touch myself again in this room, so close to Daddy’s room that I could easily get caught.
It doesn’t matter that he gave me permission to explore. I would be mortified if he caught me masturbating again. How have I gone from completely oblivious about sex to craving it constantly in less than a day?
I take a breath and spread my legs, knowing I’m already wet and swollen and needy. I purse my lips to avoid moaning when I stroke my fingers through my curls, wondering what it would feel like if they weren’t there. I slide my middle finger through my folds and flick over the aching nub that wants all the attention.
I have no idea how I lived twenty-four years without knowing how much pleasure I could have if only I touched myself in the right places. I’m holding my breath as I flick my clit rapidly. It feels so good.
Daddy says my pussy is tight. I’ve never touched myself there either of course, but I boldly reach with my other hand and push a finger into the tight warmth. He’s probably right. It feels tight. I’m certain the channel is far too small for him to put his penis inside.
Granted, I have yet to see a penis, not even a picture of one. So I don’t know exactly how big they are, but I’m betting far larger than the tight entrance I’m exploring.
I add a second finger and tip my head back, my mouth falling open. It takes a lot of effort to remain quiet. The stretch feels so good, and I thrust my two fingers in and out of the narrow passage while I flick my other thumb over my swollen clit.
I’m panting now. I hope it’s not too noisy. I’m not sure I care anymore though. So what if he walks in and finds me touching myself? He didn’t say I couldn’t. In fact, he told me specifically to do so.
I grit my teeth as I add a third finger. It’s too tight though, and I go back to two fingers. I’m climbing to that special pinnacle I’ve only been to twice now. It’s no longer as elusive. I’ve seen the other side. I’ve seen the twinkling stars and blurry colors. I’ve felt the euphoria.
Can I get myself there without Daddy?
I dig my heels into the mattress, parting my legs as wide as possible, picturing Daddy holding my thighs open. I liked when he did that. He took away my ability to squirm free, and it was powerful and intense.
I wish he was here now, holding me down. I wish it was his finger inside me, his mouth on my naughty parts.
I rub faster, harder, arching my chest off the bed as I come so close. I need… Just a little more. Suddenly, I pinch my clit hard. That’s all I needed. The sharp contrast sends me flying.
My body pulses around my fingers as I continue to thrust and rub, bucking my hips off the bed as I find my release.
When it’s over, I’m sweaty and panting under the covers. My ears are ringing as I fully realize what I’ve done. I jerk my attention to the door and hold my breath. The light looks exactly the same coming from the hallway. The house is still dead silent. The only sound is the pulsing inside my head. My blood rushing. My heart racing.
I take a deep breath and relax, a huge smile on my face.
Holy cow. So that’s what all the hype is about. I’m going to want to do that again. Probably every night. Does Daddy care? It was hard to remain quiet.
I need to think about this arrangement. Maybe I should insist on sleeping in my own cabin? Who knew I’d suddenly feel the need for privacy?
I almost giggle at the irony. There’s no way Daddy is going to give me permission to sleep next door, which means I need to find a way to be quiet or get creative.
Because I just experienced nirvana, and I intend to do so often.