Trained By Daddy by Ava Sinclair
Chapter Fifteen
Lila
Today didn’t turnout at all like I had planned, but that’s okay. Had it not been for my panic, we would have had a fun evening at Gabe’s house instead of a cathartic one at mine. Ultimately, this was better.
Deep inside, I know I don’t need someone to punish me into being strong. I know it doesn’t work that way. I don’t need to be forced to ignore the negative voices in my head. Maybe if I hadn’t already worked through my desires through writing, these misconceptions would represent another hurdle to overcome, but fortunately I’m already at peace with my need for a Daddy to support and remind me of what I already know: I am worthy. I am strong. I can do this.
It’s a full moon tonight and I stare at it through the window, snuggled up against Gabe. I feel completely content in the full-sized bed that’s nearly too small for both of us, but he says soon enough I’ll be spending most of my nights on his king-sized mattress.
There had been a possessive tone in his voice when he spoke of taking me to his house. I liked it. I like the feeling of being his. His woman. His lover. His little girl.
I’d not meant to fall asleep after the spanking and had awoken startled to find myself alone in the quiet dark of the room. My first thought – that he’d left – instantly dissolved. I knew he was still there because I knew he wouldn’t leave me.
Trust. It’s a new feeling, a good feeling.
“Make love to me?” I’d asked when he’d come in, and would have understood if he’d said no. I’d been punished after all, but Gabe had taken me in his arms and asked if I’d learned my lesson. I told him I had, that he’d made me feel like a little girl, but now I wanted to feel like his woman.
I’d wanted to give him more than surrender. I wanted to show him that I wasn’t always passive. I wanted to suck his cock and knelt between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, undoing the belt he’d put back on after spanking me. I’d gotten so wet unbuckling it, remembering how I’d cried under its lash. There’s something so damn sexy about a man who can be as stern and tender by turns. He’d stroked my hair as I’d unzipped his pants. His cock was hard and rigid. I’d kissed the length of it almost reverently, from the tip all the way to the base surrounded by dark, musky curls. His maleness aroused me. I was dripping with need before I even slid my mouth over the flared head, moaning as it hit the back of my throat. Gabe had moaned, too, the sound of it nearly bringing me to orgasm.
I wanted to bring him off, to swallow every drop of his seed. But before he could come, he’d stopped me and despite my protests had turned me around and bent me over, his hands roaming and squeezing my sore ass. Gabe had spread my cheeks and when I looked back I saw him staring between them. I flushed and looked away.
He’d pushed his thick cock into my pussy, filling me quickly and completely. He’d moved with long, slow strokes, nearly pulling out before plunging back in, his fingers teasing my clit as he fucked me. He told me how good I felt, how much he loved the feel of my soft ass, my hot, tight pussy. His words made me blush with pleasure.
“Who’s your daddy, little girl?” he asked as he squeezed a welted cheek.
“You are,” I’d whimpered. “You are.”
His woman. His little girl. His greedy little slut. He had me talking dirty about myself, transforming me into the kind of wanton woman I’d written but never thought I could become. And I wanted more. I wanted to completely belong to him, so I’d pushed my ass against him, thrusting back, hoping he’d take the hint.
He did. When his fingers moved to my bottom hole, my heart quickened. My final virginity. I wanted to give it to him. I’d not wanted to wait.
“Please,” I said, looking back at him. “I’m ready.”
I felt like a virgin then, like every man I’d ever been with, every man who’d never appreciated me, evaporated into thin air. Gabe, I decided, was my first real man. He gave me all the feels – elation, trepidation, love, lust. The sensation of his cock head nudging against the tight asterisk of my bottom made me gasp.
“You’ll be completely mine now,” he’d said.
“There’s lube in the bedside table,” I’d replied breathlessly.
He’d grinned at me and reached over. “You won’t need this anymore,” he said, lifting my favorite dildo from the drawer and tossing it in the trash can by the bed. “The only toys you get from now on are the ones Daddy buys you.”
I’d giggled, then turned serious as he squeezed a generous dollop of warming lube into his hand. He coated his cock, then his fingers, pushing one and then two inside my bottom to prepare me for his entry. I’d gotten nervous then; the fingers alone were a tight fit. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to take him, worrying that it would hurt.
He could see my apprehension. “I’ll take it slow, baby,” he said. “Just relax. We have all the time in the world.” And we did, and I had a loving man willing to carefully guide me through this uncharted sexual experience.
Gabe coaxed me through my first time, his sexy instruction making me feel for all the world like a trembling virgin. When I lost my virginity at sixteen, I felt disappointed by the experience. This made up for it. I couldn’t have written a hotter scene. From the unrelenting pressure of his cock pressing against my bottom hole to the sting when he breached the resisting ring of muscles to the slow push into my body that stretched to accept him, my maiden experience with anal sex was erotic and arousing. I know this puts me in a minority, but I credit my handsome teacher for making it special.
“It’s the first of many lessons,” he’d said afterwards, and kissed me on the temple so tenderly I almost cried from happiness.
