Avery
I can’t believe what’s happening to me. My heart is racing. My nipples ache every time they brush against my shirt. I’d probably be better off without the shirt, but there’s no way I’m going to remove it.
My pussy is throbbing as if Daddy just swatted it instead of my bottom. And yes, he is my Daddy. He’s proven himself over and over. That was the best spanking I’ve ever received in my life hands down.
I suspect I was wrong about not wanting to be spanked often or hard. I could have taken more than he gave me. I bet he knows that too, which makes me squirm.
I listen closely, knowing he left my condo to go back to his. I could easily reach between my legs and have the strongest orgasm of my life in seconds. But Daddy would be disappointed in me, and I never want to disappoint him.
I might sass him often in order to get more spankings like the one he just gave me, but I won’t flat-out disobey an order. It’s not my style, and I want him to be proud of me.
I’m still gripping my red pen, unable to focus yet on the paper in front of me when I hear him on the stairs. Moments later, his hands land on my shoulders, making me flinch.
He lifts my fingers to his lips and kisses them. After releasing the first hand, he does the same to the other fingers. “Good girl.”
I nearly faint when I realize he was smelling my fingers to make sure I hadn’t touched myself. I shudder. It was…hot.
I blink several times as I slide my papers into my line of sight, and then I start reading. I have a lot to get through, but it doesn’t seem Daddy is going to budge on this issue, so I might as well get started.
I wrap my ankles around the legs of my chair, trying not to think about my bare bottom on the seat or how wet my pussy is. I’ll be good and hope there will be a huge reward later.
Soon enough, I’m engrossed in my work. I’m halfway through the pile when I turn to find Daddy sitting on my bed, leaning against my headboard, his laptop on his thighs. He glances at me and smiles. “How’s it going?”
I beam at him. “Well.” I hold up my pile of finished papers. “See? Maybe I should take a break now?”
He chuckles. His body jiggles. “Maybe you should get the other half done and then you can play the rest of the day.”
“Is that a suggestion?”
“Nope.” He turns back to his computer.
I sigh and face my work. He’s not going to be a pushover, that’s for sure. I take a breath and refocus on my papers, making quick headway through the rest of the pile.
When I finish the last one, I twist around to smile at Daddy.
He’s grinning at me. His laptop is closed now. He’s waiting for me. “Done?”
“Yes, Sir.” I push the papers aside and jump to my feet. “And it’s not even noon.” I almost do a happy dance. I’ve never finished grading before noon.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.” I rush over to him and throw my arms around his neck. “Thank you.”
He rubs my back. “You’re most welcome, honey. Now you have all afternoon without that looming over your head.”
I lean back. “I can play now?”
“I promise I will leave lots of time for you to play. First, let’s get you dressed so we can go over to my place and you can look around.”
I nod. “You really meant what you said? You want me to choose a condo and live in it with me?” It feels so fast.
“Yep.” He slides off the bed and stands in front of me. “You don’t necessarily have to make any decisions today, but I want you to see the space so you can think about it. The floor plan is exactly the same as yours, but you might like some aspects better, like tile or counters or cabinets. All of that is different colors and styles.”
“Which one do you like better? You’ve seen both.”
He cups my face and strokes my cheek with his thumb. “Don’t care. I’m going to sleep in whichever one you choose.”
I bite my bottom lip. “You’re really going to move in with me? Like today?”
“Yep.”
I love that answer. It feels too good to be true still, but I love how definitive he is. Not flinching on this issue.
“Grab one of those rompers you love so we can go next door.”
“Are we going anywhere else today?” I ask.
“Nope. Just my place and yours. So choose what you would normally wear alone on a Sunday in your Middle space.”
I pad over to my closet and then turn back toward him. “Stuff is going to fall out, Daddy.”
He chuckles. “It’s okay. I know it will. We’ll deal with that later.”
I ease the door open, holding my breath, praying it’s not a disaster. I can’t remember quite how bad it was yesterday in my haste to stuff everything out of sight just in case Andrew ended up in my room last night.
At the time, the idea was a long shot. I’ve never slept with a man on the first date. Of course, I haven’t had many first dates to compare it to either.
I’m relieved when the door slides open and nothing falls tumbling onto the floor. I scan the right side of my hangers because that’s the side where I keep my rompers. The other side has my work clothes. I also have clothes spilling out of my play room, but that’s another issue altogether.
I jump when Daddy’s hands come to my hips and he pushes my T-shirt up over my body until he lifts it off my head. His lips come to my neck. “Did you pick something yet?”
I moan and tip my head to the side to give him better access. “No.” I lean into him. “Maybe I should get dressed later?”
He chuckles. “Nope. Time to get dressed. We’re going to my place. I’ll feed you lunch there, and then we’ll come back here.”
I pout. “But…” I’m so aroused again. How does he manage to keep me on edge like this? I want him to fuck me.
His hands slide down to my biceps. “I love that you’re aroused. Let that tension build. I’ll decide when you’ve earned another orgasm.” He lifts one hand to reach forward and plucks my favorite romper off the hanger.
I giggle as he squats down behind me, holding the silky material open in front of me. “Step in.”
“Daddy, I don’t have panties.”
“I see that.” He jiggles the material.
I’m a ball of need as I lift first one foot and then the other into the leg holes. I shudder as he drags it up my body and over my breasts, guiding my arms into the sleeves as he goes.
“I don’t have a bra on either,” I point out as he settles the romper on my shoulders.
“Do you usually wear a bra on a Sunday afternoon when you’re not leaving the house and don’t plan to see anyone?”
“No,” I admit.
He cups my breasts from behind and flicks my nipples, making me gasp as I rise onto my toes. “I like you like this. I like knowing I can cup your tits at any time and make your breath hitch. You can wear a bra to work tomorrow. You don’t need one when you’re alone with me.”
It’s crazy how different I feel without a bra on today than I have any previous Sunday in the past two years. My nipples are hard points begging for attention. The only time I’ve gotten aroused in the past was on days when I indulged in a dirty book and ended up masturbating to relieve the pressure.
“Grab some flip flops, honey, and then go braid your hair like you usually wear it on the weekends.”
I smile at him when I turn around.
“What?”
“You noticed how I wear my hair?”
He grins. “I’ve noticed lots of things.” He reaches out and tweaks one of my nipples. “I noticed you never wear a bra at home for example.”
I grab his forearms to steady myself. “I do wear panties, though, Daddy.”
He chuckles. “Not today.” His hands slide down to cup my butt and then reaches under the loose material of my romper to palm my bare skin. When he releases me, he gives me a light swat. “Hair.” He points toward the bathroom.
I can’t stop smiling as I separate my hair into two sections and braid it loosely behind my ears. It’s messy. I like it that way. Apparently Daddy does too.
It’s hard to continue to remind myself this can’t be real. Daddy hasn’t flinched even once. He seems determined. He’s taking me next door to let me look at his condo as though he really intends for me to choose one. Crazy. Impossible to wrap my head around.