Chapter 12
DASH
Daddy put his mouth on my ass, and I didn’t mean to, but I shouted, my arms giving out and my face landing flat on the mattress. I left it there, ass up and chest down, panting as he did it again.
“Daddy,” I whimpered, digging my fingers into the rumpled sheets that still smelled like the both of us.
“That’s right, baby. Daddy’s got you,” he said with a chuckle, his hot breath tickling my hole and the rough stubble on his jaw rasping against parts of me that no one had ever touched before as he turned his head to one side, then the other, kissing each of my butt cheeks as well.
Then he went back to the center, licking right over my entrance, again and again, until I thought I might float away.
Having his finger inside me in the shower had been weird and wonderful and had simultaneously made me feel like I might pee and also like if I didn’t come I might die. Once the weirdness of it passed, I hadn’t wanted him to stop playing with me that way. Not ever.
But this was different. His tongue was warm and wet and insistent, licking and sucking at the most intimate part of me until I wasn’t sure if I was panting or sobbing or seeing God, and then he suddenly speared me with it, pushing his tongue all the way inside me, and my dick tried to grow hard so fast that it made my gut ache, deep and needy, when the cage stopped it from happening.
And I even liked that.
I liked everything.
I liked… liked him, I more than liked him, and even if it hadn’t felt so good to have him do such wonderfully wicked things to me, I think I would have liked whatever he wanted to do to me anyway, just because it meant I was his.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” he said, rubbing his face between my butt cheeks again and then running his tongue along the base of my balls, right where the cage kept them locked down low, hanging away from my body.
“You taste so fucking good. Every goddamn part of you, every inch. I love the way you’re so responsive.
I want to own this little ass of yours in every way possible. Say you’re mine again.”
“I am,” I gasped, just the act of saying so sending a surge of that maddening, electrifying need-to-come-but-can’t sensation through me again. “I am yours, Daddy. I… I…”
I bit down on my tongue to keep from saying something that was too big, too much, bunching the sheets up in my fists and writhing around like my body had turned into a live electrical wire, fallen loose and out of control and sparking everywhere, anchored in place only by his firm hands on my hips and the things he was doing to my hole.
It felt good to be out of control and safe at the same time. It felt good to be desperate and frantic with feelings so overwhelming that felt like they were going to wreck me.
Because they wouldn’t.
Because he was in control.
And then, in all that thrashing about, I knocked the cute little gift bag Jackie had brought by over onto its side, and gasped loudly enough to make Daddy stop eating my ass and come up for air when the presents inside spilled out onto the bed.
“Baby?” Then he saw, and his tone turned reverent. “Oh, baby.”
It was a whole rainbow of gorgeous silk and lace and satin, and he plunged his hand into it, lifting up the bouquet of pretty panties and letting them drip back off his fingers like a waterfall of jewels.
“Jackie was right,” he said, his low laughter laced with heat. “These are a gift for me.”
Just the sight of them made my stomach tingle, and when Daddy let them all drop down to the bed except for one, a tiny pair as blue as a tropical ocean and so tiny and delicate it looked like it was made from the whisper of fairy wings, my breath caught.
“Baby, I want to fuck you in these.”
A shudder of want went through me so hard that I flopped down flat on the bed, desperately humping against it before I could stop myself.
And… and it was horrible. Horrible and wonderful at the same time.
My dick still couldn’t get hard, of course it couldn’t, but it was like my blood or my brain or my soul was on fire, every part of me so horny that I didn’t know what to do with myself.
But Daddy did.
“None of that, pretty baby,” he said, pulling me onto his lap and helping me put those gorgeous little panties on, and then, “Oh, these fit you very well, don’t they, sweetheart.”
He smoothed his hand over my lace-covered cage, and another delicious shudder went through me.
But he was right. These weren’t like the other pairs I’d managed to get over the years.
These were tiny and delicate, but the front was cut big enough to hold my dick—or, right now, my cock cage.
They were made for me. Not a woman, but me.
For a moment, my throat got tight, the hot prick of tears stinging behind my eyes coming so fast and sudden that I thought I might cry.
I had no idea if it was because… because wearing pretty panties made for me made it seem okay, instead of like something I had to hide, or if it was because Jackie had gone out of his way to find them, like he saw me—just like Daddy did—the real me, all of me, and still wanted to be my friend.
But then Daddy started whispering wonderful, wicked things in my ear, running his big hands all over my body and fingering the delicate lace like he loved it, too, and I forgot to wonder why I liked them so much or worry about how it made me feel, and remembered something even better.
He’d said he’d fuck me.
“Please, Daddy,” I panted, squirming on his lap as he held me in place. “You said… do you still want to… um, will you…”
“Will I fuck you, sweetheart?” He palmed my locked-up dick again with a low groan.
“Will I keep your delicious little cock all tucked away, safe and sound for me in this pretty, pretty package, while I bury myself in your beautiful ass? Is that what you’re asking me, love? Is that what you want to know?”
“Yes,” I gasped, grinding down against his throbbing erection as his hands slid around to my hips and encouraged me, guided me, took over and took charge of me. “Please. Do that. Daddy. Please. I want… I want to feel you inside me.”
Not just his fingers or his tongue. All of him.
“You have no fucking idea how sexy you are right now, pretty baby,” he said in a low, throaty growl, pushing me forward so I had to catch myself with my hands on the bed.
His hands went back around my hips, splayed wide so his thumbs stroked underneath the edge of the panties on either side of my hole.
Then he moved me.
Rocked me over his cock.
Rubbed his shaft against the silky lace, right over my needy hole.
Rolled his hips up, thrusting against me, over and over until I really was crying, the feelings all so good and too big, so they had to come out of me somehow.
Normally, anything that felt this amazing would mean that that “somehow” would include explosive amounts of cum, but since that couldn’t happen, this new kind of desperate, unfulfilled horniness I was feeling—as my dick tested the limits of the cage Daddy had put me in, over and over and over—started to make my head feel fuzzy and floaty again, the way it had when Daddy had let me blow him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered, smoothing his hands over my ass and then pulling the thin material there to one side and stroking my hole. “You’re flying.”
“Yes, Daddy.” And it was the best feeling in the world.
I heard a faint snicking sound, then Daddy’s fingers were back, slick and gentle, and then slick and more forceful, sliding into me and finding that magical spot that made it feel like he was stroking my dick, but from the inside out; fucking me the way he’d promised to really fuck me.
And I wanted that. I did. Desperately. But at the same time, I wanted this to go on forever, too.
“Please, Daddy, don’t stop,” I gasped.
“Still green, sweet baby?” he asked, his voice ever so slightly strained, as if he was feeling all the big feelings, too.
“Yes, I… I want more, I want you, I want… I want…”
I didn’t know. I knew, but I didn’t know.
I needed him to know.
“Daddy,” I whimpered as his fingers made all the magic happen.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, pushing another one into me, stretching me until I gasped and making it burn so beautifully that everything else disappeared. “Daddy’s got you,” he murmured. “I’m going to take care of you.”
He kept promising that.
And he kept doing it.
How could I not fall for him?
And then his fingers were suddenly gone, and I needed them. “Daddy.”
“Settle,” he whispered, adjusting the pretty panties over my butt again. He fingered the material, then smoothed it over my cheeks with a little groan, framing my rear with his big hands like maybe he liked the look of them that way before tapping lightly over my hole. “Mine.”
That word really did settle me, and the moment I stopped squirming, he eased the panties down, tucking them right under the curve of my ass, and said it again.
“This is mine.”
“Yours,” I breathed out, that floaty feeling filling me up.
I heard that little snick again, then he rubbed more lube over my hole, his fingers circling and circling it until I couldn’t help myself and started humping the air. “I want to fuck you bare, sweetheart. I want you sloppy with my cum. But it doesn’t have to be today.”
“Please make it today.”
I didn’t want anything but him inside me. Nothing between us. He’d already told me he was negative, and no one else had ever touched me, so I knew he’d be safe, too.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, replacing his fingers with the blunt head of his cock. And then he was finally pushing it inside me, hot and thick and even more overwhelming than his fingers had been. “That’s it. Breathe. Push out and take me. Let Daddy in.”
It was all I wanted to do. It was everything I wanted to do.
And it felt… it felt amazing.
“Daddy,” I gasped, the burn so much more than when he’d had his fingers in me. And okay, yes, amazing. I wanted more. I wanted all of it.
But dang, he was big, and it might have hurt a little, too.
Did it hurt?
He was working me open with sweet, dirty words and slow, shallow thrusts, and it was so intense that the burn, that feeling, got all twisted together with the horniness that had been building up inside me all day—the horniness that had nowhere else to go with my dick locked up like this—until all of a sudden it definitely didn’t hurt.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Daddy gritted out. “Is that it? Is that where it feels good?”
It was. It was magic.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Is this how you like Daddy to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I gasped as he kept doing it, fucking into me harder and harder, his balls slapping against my ass and his fingers twisted into the pretty panties on either side of my hips. “Yes, yes, yes, I… I… Daddy.”
“I fucking love hearing that,” he groaned, bottoming out and holding himself deep, grinding against my ass for a moment before he pulled out completely, leaving me panting and empty and vibrating on a razor’s edge.
I whined, my hole clenching and vacant, and twisted to look at him. “D-D-Daddy?”
“That’s right. Turn over, sweetheart. Let me see you,” he said, making it happen and settling between my legs again, then easing that thick cock of his back into my hole as he looked down at me with something even better than sex in his eyes as he started fucking me again.
“Oh, baby. Look at you. You’re wrecked. So beautiful like this.
You need to come, don’t you? You need Daddy’s permission to come. ”
He pulled my panties down in the front, stroking the cock cage as my dick bulged against the bars.
Then he opened it, and eased it off me.
“Daddy.”
My dick swelled, filling so fast and getting so hard that it almost hurt. I trembled, my whole body a powder keg, ready to go off with the tiniest spark.
Daddy gave it to me. He leaned over me, bracing his hands on either side of my head, carefully holding himself above me so he didn’t brush against my dick, and kissed me.
No, he leaned down like he was going to kiss me, but instead of taking my mouth, his warm breath gusted over my lips as his eyes burned into me, and he told me to—
“Come, baby. Come for Daddy.”
I did, an orgasm slamming into me so hard it took my breath away and whited out my senses, and then went on and on and on, because the minute my dick started shooting, Daddy groaned and took my mouth for real, hauling me closer and fucking into me like a man possessed.
Fucking me right through the waves of hot bliss and holding me close, kissing me softer and softer, as the liquid warmth of the afterglow set in.
“Oh sweetheart,” he finally murmured, petting my skinny little body with long, languid strokes that made me feel worshiped. “That was incredible. I…”
“Daddy?” I whispered when he didn’t go on.
He hesitated, then smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against my mouth, and then holding my gaze with a soft intensity as he said, “I am. I’m your Daddy.
And I want to keep you, pretty baby. I want to keep you forever.
You can ask me for anything, and it’s yours. I’m yours, just like you’re mine.”
My heart tripped in my chest. “Anything?”
I wouldn’t ask him to love me. I wouldn’t. Even though it had almost felt like he might have been about to say it.
But if he was really going to keep me, if he really meant forever, then someday, maybe he would, right?
“Anything,” he repeated softly. “Tell me what you want.”
The look in his eyes made me feel like that “someday” might actually be right now for him, just like it was for me. And he had said “anything,” so I pushed his hand down to my dick, soft and sticky and a bit of a mess.
“Please do it, then,” I begged as his big hand engulfed me. “Everything you said is everything I want. I want it all to be true. I want it to be real and… and forever.”
It was a big ask. The biggest. But he just smiled, slow and sexy, and kissed me again. Then—
“I offer you anything, and that’s what you want?”
I nodded, wrapping my arms around him because I could; because he’d said he was mine, too. “I want you to lock me up again, Daddy. Lock me up and keep me, please.”
“Then I will, pretty baby,” he whispered, cradling my face as he stared into my eyes. “I will, for the rest of my life.”
And he did.
- the end -
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