Daddy Claiming His Little by Jess Winters

CHAPTER SIX

Ajax

When we got back to my house, Maya was so excited that she practically ran out of the car while it was still moving.

I laughed, helping her unload her things and bring them up to her new bedroom.

“This is going to be my new stuffed animal shelf,” she said, happily arranging her things on a freshly painted white bookshelf.

“Alright, you just do whatever feels best for you, sweetie,” I said. “And I’m going to go downstairs and make us some dinner. Can I get you anything in the meantime?”

She shook her head no and proceeded to put her things away. Then she turned to me as I was about to head out the door.

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“Will you still be able to spend time with me even though you’re going back to work soon?” She looked forlornly out the window at the oncoming storm clouds. “I guess I’m just nervous about, you know. The forests and such.”

“Well, you have nothing to worry about. Even while I’m working, I promise to check in on you and give you the best care possible. But make sure you’re behaving and not heading off into those woods again by yourself.”

“I swear, I won’t ever do that again. I learned my lesson the first time.”

“Well then, why don’t you continue cleaning up, and I’ll let you know when dinner is ready. Does that sound good?”

She hugged a stuffed animal starfish to her chest, pressing its sequined body against her stomach. “I’m so hungry,” she said. “I haven’t had a good meal in days.”

Was she trying to tell me she hadn’t been able to cook much for herself, either? Now that was something I would have to remedy. I never want her to go hungry in my home, even if I was at work.

I decided to prepare meals for her before I went to work and when I got home, so she never went hungry.

“It’ll be ready soon, I promise,” I told her.

I headed back downstairs, heart still doing flip flops in my chest at the thought of Maya. She’d tied her hair back into a springy ponytail, and I wanted nothing more than to take her from behind and grab her hair until she begged for mercy.

I couldn’t help myself. I had never met a woman more gorgeous than Maya.

While I was cooking, my phone buzzed several times with texts from Thomas.

“How are things going?” he texted.

Assuming he meant with Maya, I responded in kind: “They’re going much better now she’s in my life,” I told him.

He sent me back a thumbs-up emoji and wrote, “I’m glad. Now, if we could only find a Little for me, I’d be complete.”

I nodded, even though I knew Thomas couldn’t see me. He was a great guy and had been my good friend for years now. Thomas deserved love just as much as anyone else, hell, maybe even more so now that he’d been alone so many times after his ex-girlfriends scorned him.

He deserved a Little he could take care of and call his own.

The thought of keeping Maya with me forever burned in my mind. Proposing to her seemed like it was out of the question, though I had seen beautiful ring earlier on my rounds around town.

A pink diamond set in a single band of gold, offset by smaller, red diamond hearts. I’d never seen anything like it, and the only place I could picture it was on Maya’s finger.

Perhaps I’d stop by the shop and ask the shopkeeper how much the ring cost. I didn’t want him to get any funny ideas about what I was up to since the town loved to gossip more than they loved to bake bread.

However, I would be damned if anyone was going to stand in the way of Maya and me.  She was my sun now, the brightest thing in my universe, and she deserved happiness—forever.

As I set the dinner table and waited for Maya to come downstairs, I thought about maybe taking her to the toy shop to check out a tiny kitchen she’d been telling me about earlier.

It had an oven to bake things and these cute porcelain plates with roses printed on the edges. I knew Maya was into flowers, and it seemed like her favorite colors were a mix between pink and red.

As she sat down at the table, my heart dropped into my stomach. She had changed into the little white dress I’d laid out for her, revealing part of her chest and hitching up so close to the tops of her thighs I thought for sure she’d reveal her pussy to me if she so much as bent over.

“What’s wrong? Is it too much?” she asked shyly.

“No, baby girl, it’s just that you look so incredible you nearly took my breath away.”

“So, does that mean I did a good job?”

I gulped. “You did an excellent job, sweet thing. You keep doing whatever you want, and your Daddy will be sure to let you know if you ever step out of line.”

She stuck her tongue out at me.

“Was that your tongue just now, little lady?” I asked.

She nodded. “There’s a lot more where that came from,” she teased, sticking her tongue out further.

I sighed and pushed myself away from the table. “Now, you know, I wasn’t planning on doing this before dinner, but you’re acting so naughty,” I said.

I patted my knee and beckoned for her to come over here.

“What, are you going to punish me, Daddy?” she asked, voice still high and teasing.

“You bet I am, for all that sass you’ve been giving me,” I said.

She walked over slowly, padding on the hardwood floors in her white slippers with monkeys printed on them.

“Now be a good little girl and bend over my lap,” I instructed.

Surprisingly, she did what she was told with zero complaints. I would have thought I’d receive some more teases at that point, but instead, she folded herself across my knees immediately, her dress hitching up well over her waist and thighs.

I tugged her underwear down gently and tossed it across the floor.

“I’ll just give you one for sticking your tongue out at me,” I said.

I rubbed her behind softly before raising my hand and slapping her.

She gave a slight jolt but nothing more.

“Aw, that wasn’t so bad,” she said, turning to look at me.

I grinned. “You listen to me, Maya, there’s a lot worse where that came from.”

“I’m so scared,” she teased, giggling slightly.

I slapped her again, this time harder, leaving a faint pink spread across her cheeks. She did not giggle this time, instead moaning gently into my thigh.

I felt wet on my leg from where her hot breath had touched me.

“You want more?” I asked.

I let my hand travel from her ass to the wet space between her legs, asking permission before she gave me a groan and a soft “yes.”

I slid my finger inside, surprised at how wet she was. The spanking must have turned her on.

Good.

I began to finger her, softly at first, then harder. Finally, I slapped her again when she got too loud, telling her that she needed to be quiet or else she wouldn’t get the treat coming to her.

“I’ll be good. I promise Daddy,” she moaned as I began fingering her more intensely.

I knew she was close to climax when she began clutching my thigh, unable to control herself.

“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned into the fabric of my pants, and I knew I was a goner.

My boner was hard as a rock, and I would have to satisfy myself with her later.

We would be together finally, and all the untamed passion in my body would be let loose with force.

She came into my hand, crying out and shaking as the orgasm took hold of her small body frame.

“Now be a good little girl,” I said. “And help me clean up.”

She got on her knees like I instructed and began sucking her juices off my fingers, moaning with every lick.

“Now, are we still hungry for dinner?” I asked.

She nodded quickly. “I’m so hungry, Daddy. I could eat a horse.”

I chuckled. “Glad to hear it. Now, why don’t you sit down over there, and I’ll start feeding you some noodles, I said.

She sat in her seat, and I locked her into place, wondering if she was wet again from the restraints.

She moaned as I fed her small spoonfuls, groaning at how delicious the meal was.

I cupped her face in my hand and caressed her once more.