Please Daddy by Dani Wyatt
Chapter 11
Merrick
The clock on my nightstand flips to nine am, and I’ve been staring at my precious sleeping beauty now for three hours.
I tuck a strand of her sex-crazy hair behind her delicate ear. I’m not the man I was yesterday when I walked onto the fair grounds and saw her for the first time. Now, her ivory skin has a few red—turning purple—marks, from my teeth and where I held her so tight while we fucked.
There’s still a raw fury in my gut, thinking of how I found her last night in that fucking box. She’s not going back there. Seeing her walk through the door to my house yesterday, I knew I would never let her leave.
She turned a house into a home in the blink of an eye. Just after she crested the threshold, visions of her, dancing, with a baby in her arms, swept through me like a tidal wave.
Now, she’s twisted in the white sheets, her hands snuggled against her chest as the filtered light though the trees streams into the room, glancing off her bare breasts and down her slender legs. Her ribs and hipbones protrude more than is healthy and from some of what she told me last night, it’s by design.
Maniacal rage boiled inside me as she described being starved for days, the discipline she endured over the years…fuck. If I let myself think about it, there are going to be dead bodies piling up and that will only serve to keep me from her. I’ll find another way to deal with that situation. First, my focus is on my little sprite.
She looks at peace, at home, and utterly mine. The morning breeze is warming the room from the open sliding glass doorwall and our first day in our home together is about to begin.
Last night, after she rode my dick to another round of orgasms and I filled her with another life changing delivery of my cum, I carried her onto the deck, fingering her pussy, pushing my sticky, warm release back up inside her as it tried to leak out. I finger banged her to another orgasm under the stars as she screamed Daddy over and over, and I was in pure heaven.
Then, she played with the dogs like a little girl. Squealing and rolling on the floor as they tumbled and licked her. How she goes from my sweet, perfect sex doll to an innocent little girl has me tied up in knots. I never knew what I wanted before her, and now that I have it, I can’t fathom life without.
I can’t help but think, she never really got to be a child. Never got to be carefree and protected. And I intend to make up for everything she was denied.
I slip out of the bed, grabbing a pair of worn Levi’s as I head for the bedroom door. I need to check my email and get my plan together of what to do with her fucked-up father, or whatever he is.
She also needs clothes and all the other things a girl requires now that this is her home. I’m supposed to be at the station by one at the latest, so we will have to get in a short shopping spree before then.
I also don’t want to wait to introduce her to my parents and my world. I want her in every part of my life, immediately, so I make a note to call Margaret at The Over Easy and have a table reserved for an early lunch.
I’ll have to go to work for a while after, but my plan will be to have her spend some time with Mom and Dad, or maybe Summer for the afternoon. They seem about the same age, and for some odd reason, Kezia reminds me of Summer, and in my dream, I guess she will have a built-in best friend in her new life.
I make my way to the kitchen because coffee is mandatory. And I know she likes her coffee black and sweet and extra hot. As I set the coffee to brew, I fill two stainless bowls with dog food and Rosy and Eleanor follow me out onto the deck.
“Breakfast, girls.” I set them down and they gobble away as I walk over and open the gate to the stairs leading down, so after they finish they can have the run of the yard.
I wonder what Kezia’s favorite breakfast would be. I know she told me she’s allergic to eggs and chicken, and I don’t want her to even brush up against something that could make her sick or hurt her.
As the coffee maker hisses and brews, I throw out everything in the refrigerator with eggs or chicken, reading every label making sure it passes muster, then throw the full trash bag out into the garage.
I pour a full cup of black liquid crack, and take the first sip, all the dreams of what my life is going to be like now that I have Kezia in my world making my dick hard and my heart pump faster. I fill a mug for her, stirring in six spoons of sugar, and I can’t stop smiling.
I turn to walk back toward the bedroom, because being away from her, even for ten minutes, is too much. I haven’t even checked my email yet, but fuck it. Work can wait.
Being the sheriff has been my world and identity for too long but now I know what it’s like to have a real purpose. My little girl is my home, my heaven, my everything now, and work life is going to have to adjust.
When I step around the counter to head through the living room and down the hall, there she is. Spinning and singing, wearing my unbuttoned white shirt out on the deck.
The morning sun makes her skin look like creamy velvet as she dips and sways as though God dropped her right here from heaven for me.
The white tails of my shirt hang close to her knees. She looks like a little girl wearing her daddy’s shirt, and in essence that’s exactly what she’s doing. I step through the living room, watching, my dick already at full attention and leaking cum, ready to fill her tight little cunt with more juicy seed.
I know she’s sore, she has to be. We went five rounds last night on her fresh, untouched territory, and even after the warm compresses I insisted she let me press to her swollen sex, there has to be some aching memory of all our activity.
As she turns, I pull open the wall of glass and she glances my way, seeing me watching, and presses her cherry-perfect lips together as she stops.
“You don’t need to stop, baby.” I look at her hard, dark-pink nipples, remembering how they tasted as I sucked on them while she slept.
Her cheeks ripen and she runs her hands down the front of my shirt.
“I know. It’s just so beautiful here. I feel like I’m just a part of nature.” She turns, walking over to the railing and bracing her arms on the top, canting her hips back and leaning forward. “It’s like a dream.”
I set the mugs on the long wooden table and come up behind her, peeling my shirt from her shoulders and tossing it behind me.
Pressing my chest to her back, I let my aching cock settle against her ass. “It’s not a dream. This is real. It’s going to be real every day from now on.”
She tilts her head, trying to catch my eye over her shoulder, and I see doubt. “I don’t know how. I have to go back—”
I reach around and grab her pussy with one hand and with the other I press my hand over her mouth. “You’re never going back. You’re never leaving.” I seethe, the venom in my voice startling me. The thought of her not being next to me has fresh rage brewing hot inside of me.
I force myself to soften my grip. She doesn’t need another overlord, she needs her Daddy, and I’m going to be the man she needs me to be.
“Listen, little one…” I use a gentler tone. “This is your home now. You’re not going back. If there are things you need, I’ll buy them for you.”
“It’s not that.” She stares out across the back lawn into the woods. “I don’t need much. I’ve never had much. It’s just, that’s been my life for so long, I know they’ll come for me. There’s been others…” She stalls as I run my hand down the arch in her back.
“Tell me, baby. I want to know it all.”
“Others of us that left…girls especially. They’ve always found them, brought them back. They…”
“Those other girls didn’t have me between them and the rest of the world. You do. You’re. Not. Going. Back.”
There’s a long silence, then she presses her ass against my throbbing length. “We can talk about it later.” Her voice turns sultry as birds chirp in the treetops. “Right now…” Another pause and my cock is already dying to be inside her. “Maybe we could do it again?”
Fuck, fuckity, fuck. She couldn’t be more perfect if I created her in a lab.
“Do what again, baby?” I run my hands down her arms, dry humping her ass as she rocks back into me, playing into our fantasy.
“You know, Daddy…” Her voice turns softer as she crooks her shoulder up, turning her head to catch my eye. “You could do the special kisses, then put it inside me again. Like, maybe from the back? Like we’re standing? Like doggy I think it’s called…”
A growl rumbles through me. “What does a good girl say when she asks for something?”
I’m already dropping to my knees, pushing her legs apart, shoving my mouth between her ass cheeks, then down until I taste the wet luxury of what she’s giving me.
“Please, Daddy…” she whispers into the sky as she leans over, spreading herself wider as I reach down with one hand and free my cock before it breaks in half.
Her pussy juices on my tongue, knowing she’s wet for me, is the best gift I could ever dream of. She may have haunted my dreams before, but she’s here now and it’s game on.
I lick her from behind. I alternate between her clit, her opening and her tight back entrance which makes her hiss and yelp then I go back to tongue fucking her, loving how her slick, silky wetness soaks my face. I pause for a second, spitting into my hand and rubbing some of her dewy arousal onto my palm, then reach down and start stroking my hard-on, trying to calm him the fuck down.
I’m back to eating her out like a staving man as her legs quiver and she drops her forehead onto the railing on a moan. She floods my mouth as orgasmic tremors take over her tiny body and I drink her down, wanting every drop inside of me.
I work my dick harder, faster, as she twitches and screams into the summer air. But my hand isn't going to do the job ever again.
She lifts her head, twisting around to watch me jacking off as I ease my drenched face back from her swollen, gushing pussy and see the wonder in her multi-colored eyes.
“Someday…” I start, slowing the movements of my hand, her eyes pinned to the action. “Someday Daddy will teach you how to do this for him. My hand isn’t going to work anymore. You’re too sweet, too tight…but your little hand. Or…” The thought burns in my brain. “Those perfect little feet of yours…Daddy would like to watch you jack him off someday using your hands and your feet.”
“I want to learn.” She starts to release the rail and turn around, but I bring a hand up to the center of her back.
“Stay. You’re going to get fucked bent over like my good little toy.” I get to my feet, kicking off my jeans, and she rolls her hips back as I bend my knees and place the tip of my dick to her hot, greedy opening. “You made Daddy hard, now you’re going to have to be a good girl and take it.”
“Yes, I know,” she answers, the little coming out in her voice as she reaches down between her legs, guiding the tip just inside her opening. She winces on a little yelp as the head pops inside her impossibly tiny hole. “I’m sore,” she whispers. “Can you go a little slow, please, Daddy?”
Fuck. I hate that she’s hurting because of me, but when she fucking talks like that, she’s making it close to impossible to give her what she’s asking for.
“I’ll try. But you know when you come out dancing like that, you’re testing me. You’re asking me to fuck you.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, baby. Just remember, you make Daddy do these things.” I slam as much of my shaft into her in one stroke as I think she can take, as I exhale and listen to her moan.
“Please, please…God, it hurts. I don’t want to stop but just…” She moans, dropping her head between her arms. “Just give me a second.”
“I know, baby. I’m going to get in even deeper this way. I’m going to fill you so full you’ll feel me in your throat.”
I grab the sides of her ass and pull her the rest of the way down, onto every hard inch, and her wincing scream echoes into the distant trees.
She shifts her hips, trying to find some comfort, and I can’t believe she feels tighter than when I took her cherry. Her walls pulse as I drive my hips against her ass, listening to the railing on the deck creak as she holds on for her life.
“Rub your clit,” I order, as my balls start to tingle and I know I’m not going to last long this way. I’ve come so many times since I took her last night I should last longer, but fuck, she feels so good wrapped around my girth.
I watch her hand moving between her legs, then the movement of her arm, the shift of her shoulder as she plays with herself.
“That’s such a sexy, good girl. Horny for me. Fuck, how does your pussy get tighter? When you touch your clit, your little greedy cunt gives my cock a tight hug.”
I look down where my dick is impaling her and it’s so obscene: huge compared to her small body; along with the way it spreads her pink, silky opening until it looks like it’s going to rip wide open.
My balls are already tight, ready to deliver, as her hand moves faster and faster, inching her toward her own release. I reach up and grab her shoulders, shoving her body down onto my upward thrusts, driving the air from her lungs in puffs.
The head of my dick is stabbing into her cervix. I’m so deep I’m going to be up inside her womb if I’m not careful, but that thought only makes me want to fuck into her harder.
“Come with Daddy, baby. I’m so close, I’m going to come inside you. Daddy wants to breed his babygirl.”
My words elicit another gripping from her inner walls as I grunt, barely holding on.
I slip one hand down her back, around her hip, then top her fingers with mine and we work her clit together.
“Show me what feels good, princess. Daddy wants to know how to make you happy like you make him.”
“Like this,” she whispers, our slick fingers webbing together as one, and she starts moving my hand in rhythm with hers. “Ahhh, God, Daddy, it feels so good. You’re growing inside me, I can feel it.”
“Yes, baby, because I’m so close, but I’m not coming until you do. I want us to do it together, so rub yourself. Then tell me when you’re ready.”
I don’t stop my thrusts until I feel the gush of wetness drench our hands and she throws her head back into my shoulder. “Now. God, I’m ready now…”
“Say please,” I grit out, grinding my teeth together as my cum is already moving up my shaft.
“Please. Pleeeeeease, Daddy!” Her voice shakes and breaks as she falls over the edge.
My first hot squirt is milked by her orgasm. She works her hips back, fingers still moving through the wetness on her clit as she bucks and I reach around her waist to keep her from collapsing, wondering who’s going to keep me from doing the same.
Wave after wave of my release fills her tiny cunt as I lift her feet from the deck, holding her mounted on my cock like a limp doll as I step backward, dropping my ass into a cushioned outdoor loveseat and nearly pass out from the intensity of my orgasm.
I can’t breathe, white lights flicker behind my closed lids as she lays her back against my chest and I try to find my center.
After a moment, she lifts her feet so her heels are on the edge of the cushions as she sits up tall, the elegant arch of her back accentuated, leaning forward, her locked arms braced on my thighs just above my knees.
I run a finger down the indent of her spine, her ribs standing out with each heavy breath she takes.
“Are you mine, babygirl?”
She tucks her chin to her shoulder. “All yours.”
“Good girl, because I’m keeping you forever.”
We stay like that, secured together with the breeze on our naked skin for a long moment, then she shifts her hips, rocking into my still-hard dick.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Can we do it again? Like this? Please, Daddy?” She lifts her hips, sliding my cock halfway out, then pushes her round cheeks back down into my groin and I can’t help the moan that escapes my throat.
“Yes,” I manage. “Yes, since you said please.”