Please Daddy by Dani Wyatt

Chapter 14

Kezia

“Istill feel like I’m dreaming.” I look up at the gazebo covered with lilacs and peonies, the sweet scent of the flowers still hanging in the air hours after we were married inside the white structure in the center of the town park. It’s only been less than two weeks since the day we met, and now we are husband and wife.

“Then let’s never wake up.” Merrick pulls me next to him. I haven’t been out of his sight since the day at the diner and I wonder how he’s ever going to go back to work and leave me.

He’s talked about hiring me a bodyguard, but with the way he and his friends and family have rallied around me, I don’t think that’s going to be necessary.

I reach up and put my hand on his hard jaw, the enormous ruby and diamond ring making my fingers look more doll-like than ever before. The sun is casting a pink and orange glow on the clouds as we walk back into the gazebo.

I think back just a few hours ago, Summer and Genevieve stood by me, each holding onto a pink leash so Rosy and Eleanor could be my maids-of-honor as well. Merrick went back to the fair the day after everything happened along with five other deputies and plucked Genevieve out of the mess.

He offered her a place to stay, a new life, and although she was conflicted, she came with us and her life is evolving as well. She’s staying at the house and will watch the dogs while we’re on our honeymoon.

“I just wanted to see you in here one more time. I’d marry you a million times if I could. Today was the happiest day of my life. You’re mine in every way, Kezia, little one.” He kisses my forehead and even that simple gesture sends a shiver over my skin and a pulse into my girl parts.

“I love you a million, trillion, bazillion times.” I look up at him, my hair blowing in my face as my bare feet peek out from under the ruffled hem of my wedding dress.

“You are my everything.” Merrick licks his lips and his eyes have that far off look they get sometimes.

“What is it? Are you happy or…”

“The happiest I’ve ever been. I just…” He pauses, looking up at the twinkling lights in the structure. “How this all happened, you, me, us, your life…no one could have written that.”

“Like I said, it feels like a dream.” I smile, the flash of everything that’s happened winding through me. “I mean, finding you was one thing, but finding my birth mother? A twin sister? What are the odds?”

“Like you said, a million, trillion, bazillion to one.”

I’d always known I was born in Roscommon County. I was told my mother was single, underage, and had given me away, but any other details were always vague.

It was more than a shock to process that I’d found my birth mother and my Daddy all at the same time and in the same place.

Margaret is still processing as well. She’d grieved for nineteen years because the doctor and nurse told her I had died shortly after delivery. She had no power, she begged to see me, but they refused.

I was sold.

I shiver, then Merrick wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me against him and I feel safe again. I feel the hard length of his nearly-constant erection pressing into my hip.

Resting my head on his chest, I listen to his slow, even heartbeat. I have a husband, a man I’m still getting to know in so many ways, but one I feel like I’ve known forever.

I have a mother, a sister and a family. A real family. And I’ve been more loved in the short time since I went to get that coffee with Merrick than I have in my entire life.

“Are you ready to start our life, Mrs. Merrick Webster? The limo is waiting to take us to the airport.”

Merrick has a two-week honeymoon planed for us on a private island, just off the coast of Belize, somewhere I’ve always dreamt of going.

“Yes, but I want to do something first.”

“What’s that, baby? Anything, I’ll give you whatever your sweet baby heart desires.”

I reach down between us, wrap my fingers around his cock and squeeze, giving him a coy look, biting into my bottom lip as he smiles, brushing my hair behind my ear.

“What do you say, little one?”

My heart patters in my chest. “Please, Daddy…” The desire I feel for him snakes inside of me. Coiling and slithering like a predator until it’s centered down deep inside me, ready to strike.

I’ve learned I have my own power, especially when it comes to teasing and making him salivate for me. I’ve still come into my own under his love and wisdom, understanding I have a voice and knowing he will always be there to hear it.

“Good girl. Now, come with me, I have a surprise for you in the back of the limo.”

We walk down the steps of the gazebo, toward the stretch black Lincoln that waits on the street in front of the restaurant, where we just celebrated with half the town.

“What’s the surprise?” I ask, because we were in the limo earlier and there wasn’t anything in the back seat—at least that I saw.

“So impatient.”

I screw up my face and pout. “Little girls aren’t supposed to be patient.”

“True.” He gives my rear a smack as he opens the door and I crawl into the back seat, pulling my long dress around my feet and waiting for him to follow. “Come here, little one.” He pats his lap and I crawl on top as he reaches forward and raps his knuckles on the dark partition separating the driver from the back, and a second later, I feel the vehicle start moving forward.

Merrick kisses me, soft and warm, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his kisses.

He pulls a piece of paper from the inside pocket of his tuxedo and hands it to me. “Read it.”

I unfold the document and concentrate on the words. My so-called home schooling was a bit lacking, so sometimes I have to go slow and sound out bigger words, and other times, I have to ask Merrick what they mean or how to pronounce them. He’s going to help me. He will teach me everything I’ve missed and maybe I can get extra credit if I’m a very good student…

But this time, reading the piece of paper I don’t need any help.

“Is this? A building? On Main Street…you bought a building?”

“It’s your wedding present, baby. For your dance studio. You can name it whatever you like. I’ll help you with the business, all you have to do is dance and teach and have fun. We’ll put in mirrors and a wood floor and decorate it however you like. Summer already said she’ll help too. You’re in charge, I’ll just be there to help and support you. And pay the bills.”

“Oh my God.” I stare at the deed.

“I’ll be in charge?” The words hang between us. I’ve never been in charge of my own life before.

“Yep. Well, we will still have our rules.” He leans down and kisses my nose, then runs his hand up my leg under the fabric of my dress until his fingers brush against my bare pussy. “No panties unless Daddy says so.” He rumbles into my ear and I’m immediately soaking wet.

“It’s the best present ever. Now, can I give you a present?”

“Of course. What do you have for me?”

“Well, it’s not something in a box or something that costs money.”

“Okay.”

I wiggle off his lap, kneeling down in front of him on the floor of the limo, hiking my dress up toward my hips, my palms facing up on the tops of my thighs, just like he’s trained me.

My mouth waters as I see the long hard outline of his cock behind the black fabric. “Please, Daddy. I want to give your cock special kisses. The way you taught me.”

His eyes blaze as he groans, his hands already on his belt as he frees his erection, rock hard and dripping as I smile and crinkle my nose. He raises his hips, pulling his trousers and boxers to his knees.

“Since you said please…” he answers, guttural and strained.

He reaches forward, grabbing the back of my hair and pulling my face into his scrotum.

“Balls first, baby. Take good care of your Daddy, he loves you more than words can say.”

He groans as I run the flat of my tongue over the thick skin, looking up to see him close his eyes and lay his head back onto the seat.

“That’s my girl. Get that special spot just behind Daddy’s balls…”

He grips my hair tighter, pressing me into him, the musky, masculine scent filling my nose as I lick and suck, gently and carefully. After a minute, I pull back as he looks down.

“Is this right, Daddy?”

“You’re doing a great job, little one. Keep going and I’m going to give you your special prize.”

“Daddy cream?”

“Yes, baby. Now show me what that mouth is made for.”

He grunts as I wrap my mouth around the tip and glide the head between my lips.

“Good girl,” he grits out. “My baby, my love, my little girl, my wife…my everything.”

He releases my hair, spreading his arms wide on the top of the seat, sinking down and letting me give him my all.

Because I know my Daddy will always give me his.