Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
S triker…
I’d never had the moment strike me, or be so… pure . Did I regret our first time being down here, in the filthy garage? Somewhat – but at the same time? No. She’d been so into it, and I was so proud of her my chest very nearly swelled with it.
Withdrawing myself from her warm, silken, body was a trial, but it had to be done. I didn’t want to risk the chance of someone coming down here and catching her off guard. I couldn't care less about anybody watching me fuck – but that wasn’t something we had discussed or negotiated and not everyone was an exhibitionist like me.
I held the condom on myself as I pulled out, and ee Gods, that was sensitive! Joy going off from my cock to my brain in a string of fucking fireworks, pulsing and exploding in my chest and behind my closed eyelids in this sensation like if singing transcended sound into physical sensation.
I got a grip, stripped it off my softening cock, and tossed it in the nearest trash can.
“Let’s get you dressed, princess,” I murmured and helped her off the bike and onto her feet. She stood in her flat shoes on the dusty cement slab of the garage floor and I kneeled in front of her, pulling her shorts and underwear out of my back pocket where I’d stuffed them, and untangling the garments from one another and holding out her panties for her to step into. She did, and I pulled them up her legs, and out around the curve of her ass, making sure they were comfortably pulled up and in place. She giggled at me, when I went to do the same for her shorts/skirt combo, making sure I had them right.
She rested a hand on my shoulder, and let me help her, and I glowed with pride for my little girl, my princess, and got those up and in place for her too.
“Come on, baby; let’s get you to a restroom.”
“Okay, Daddy…” she said it almost shyly, as if she were tasting the honorific on for size, and she blushed deeply as she said it, adding color to her pale cheeks and deepening the color across her already flushed chest from our passions.
“Take all the time you need to get used to it, baby girl, I’m not going anywhere,” I murmured, and then pulled her to me, holding her tight, pressing my lips against her forehead.
I felt her body soften in response to that touch from my lips, her muscles going lax, her arms going around me, her fingers tangling in the laces at the sides of my cut, beautifully childlike in her uncertainty.
She had nothing at all to fear from me, or from anyone for that matter. That was the role I longed to take. As a protector, as a leader, as someone she could trust in and trust implicitly that I could and would take care of her.
I held her for long moments, and let her soak up my love for her, and spend some quiet moments in the moment – but moments like this couldn’t last forever, and I needed to make sure my little girl took care of herself and part of that was taking a pee after sex to make sure she didn’t get a urinary tract infection.
I led her upstairs and to the restroom, using the one next to hers for myself. I washed up and went back out and it was only a few seconds more before she returned to me.
“What should we do now?” she asked uncertainly and I smiled.
“I’d like to take you home,” I said and her eyes widened, which made me chuckle. “ With me , not back to yours.”
Her face colored with embarrassment.
“Oh,” she said putting her hand over her mouth and with her other arm over her stomach she looked the picture of adorable awkwardness.
I held out my hand and she reluctantly took the one off from over her mouth and tangled her fingers with mine. I raised them to my lips, giving her a very real look of devotion, and kissed her fingers between her first and second knuckles.
Her blue eyes softened, and I could see a longing in them, as though she had been desperate for some softness and gentleness, and like she never wanted this to end.
Same, baby girl. Same, I thought to myself and tried to convey the feelings I felt with my eyes alone, unsure how I was supposed to convert any of it into words that could convey the magnitude of them.
I led her back downstairs and out the side door to the lot where my bike was parked. I didn’t really feel the need to tell the boys we were off. A pretty young thing like Rarity tucked into my side, they would know. Some of them might even be a little jealous. I certainly hoped so.
The ride to my place wasn’t overly long, but was humid with a breath of rain coming in off the Atlantic. We pulled into my spot by my rental a rumble of thunder right on the heels of the rumble of my bike, the machine chugging and purring to a stop just as the clouds thickened and started to roll in overhead.
We got off the bike and I keyed our way into the house, just as another flash of lightning dazzled our senses and the boom of thunder heralded the skies opening up.
We ducked into the house, laughing, and I shut the door on the rough patter of rain outside.
Rarity’s blue eyes sparkled as she slipped out of her shoes and took off her Hello Kitty backpack.
“Oh, shit,” she murmured and swatted at the stuffed animal and the gray dust from the shop wall on it.
“Glad it didn’t get wet to set the stain,” I said as most if not all the dust came off with a few smacks.
“Me too,” she said gratefully.
“Don’t worry, baby girl, we’ll get it clean.” She smiled up at me and I smiled back, stroking her cheek with my thumb, feeling her pulse jump in the side of her neck under my fingers.
I kicked off my boots and left them on the tile entryway and hung her little backpack on the hooks set on the wall behind the door. My jacket and cut went up next to it, and I had to smile. I loved the look of the two beside each other.
I turned back to Rarity, who almost looked shy, when she asked, “So, what now?”
“Now, I’d like to play with my little girl,” I said with a grin I knew held all sorts of fun wicked intentions.
“Oh? And what does that look like?” she asked. It was a fair and good question.
“First of all,” I said drawing her into my arms. “If I ever do something you’re unsure of, we talk about it until either you are sure or you decide it’s a hard no, okay?”
“Okay…” She drew the word out and the inevitable follow-up question came. “Like what?”
“Like when we’re in this house, alone, just you and me? I want you nude and ready for me. I’m going to tease you, a lot , but I won’t always give you what you want. I want to use toys on you, play with that pretty little pussy of yours, put jewelry on those perfect tits to accentuate those pert little nipples, and I may even bend you over and play with your ass a little, maybe put a plug in there, one with a gem or a cute tail to it. I promise to go slow with that, though. Start real small, with something you’d hardly know is there.”
She scoffed a bit of an incredulous laugh at the last and said, “I don’t know about that last one.”
“All I ask is that you try for Daddy. Can you do that for me, princess?”
Her face softened, her blue eyes deepening with an unnamed emotion as she pondered what I was asking.
“How about now?” she asked softly.
“You get naked,” I told her, “I’ll get the toys.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Hang your clothes up right here, kitten.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she declared.
I let her go, reluctantly, my hands itching to be on her body at all times when she was near me. I went through the living room, past the guest bath, and into the main bedroom suite and to the old footlocker by the bedside table I kept all manner of toys and things in.
I picked out a set of three graduated plugs wrapped in black velvet with ice blue round gems that were the match for her eyes. I also found myself a bottle of liquid lube and took both out to the main rooms.
She was just hanging up her bra, and I stopped to admire her nude profile, at her perfect round peach of an ass and her heavy breasts.
She had a figure, and I liked that, the rest of her flat and toned with youth and what could only be a combination of hard work and regular exercise.
“C’mere baby,” I crooked a finger at her and she padded over to me, bare feet sinking into the plush cream carpet,
I pulled a chair out from the glass dining room table and said, “I know it’s cold, but I want you to bend over and press flat to the glass, keep that ass up for me, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy,” she swallowed hard, the honorific still difficult for her, and fuck yeah, I understood why. I was proud of her for using it, for trying it, but if she ultimately found she wasn’t comfortable with ‘daddy,’ I had no problem choosing something else. Something sacred to the both of us, something that would work for the both of us and suit us just fine. Nothing was set in stone here. We had all the time in the world to figure it out.
I set the things I’d brought out with me down, on the table behind her and she was leaning back from me, clutching the edge of the glass, unsure. I took a seat in the chair and pulled it up and asked, “How you feeling, baby? Talk to me.”
“Nervous,” she said, and her voice shook, and was indeed nervous in tone.
I smiled at her, “Nervous bad, or nervous good?”
She laughed a little and asked me, “There’s a difference?”
“Nervous bad, you’re scared – and scared in such a way like you think I’m going to hurt you, or let something bad happen to you.”
“And nervous good?” she asked, looking at me with a soft wonder.
“Anxious, excited, like you’re about to go on a roller coaster ride.”
“Definitely the second one,” she whispered softly, “maybe just a little bit of the first.”
I let my eyes rove her beautiful, soft skin, and drew my gaze back up to her face, letting her see in my eyes and my expression that I meant absolutely no harm. I had no interest in hurting her. All I wanted was to open doors she never knew were closed, take her to new heights of pleasure that she’d never even dreamed was possible all the while indulging myself at the same time. Availing myself of her sweet, tender flesh, and feeling wrap around my cock like it had just an hour or so ago.
I also wanted to take her ass at some point, but that wasn’t for today. No, today was just light training. The first step in working her body up to taking my cock someday.
“You trust me to be a good Daddy to you, my sweet girl?” I asked, smoothing my hands up her lithe body, over her delectable skin, to cup and massage her breasts.
She groaned, her eyes slipping shut and I corrected her gently, “Ah-ah, look at me.”
She opened her eyes and answered, “Yes. I trust you.”
“Turn around then, sweetheart,” I turned her in my hands, and she faced away from me.
Hands on the table. She put her hands on the table and I pulled up my chair better, and lightly tapped her feet apart. “I know the glass is cold but bend over for me, please. Let me see that beautiful pussy and that tight little asshole.”
She giggled and bent, gasping and shrieking a bit at the contact of the cold glass against her skin. The table did what I wanted, though. It put her on her toes, and tilted her pelvis just so , to put that beautiful pink pussy and her tight little starfish on display for me.
I rubbed her right ass cheek with my hand and she writhed and I gave it a light smack, not enough to hurt but definitely enough to sting a little and grace her fair skin with a red handprint for a minute. She yipped and jumped and made this slightly annoyed squeal that was just fuckin’ adorable.
“Mm, that’s my girl,” I praised her. “So pretty, so wet for Daddy, hmm?”
She writhed a little and let out this little moan and I liked that. Loved that my words had an effect. I unraveled the holder and slipped the smallest plug out of its pocket.
“I’m going to decorate this little asshole of mine and make it sparkle. How’s that sound?” I played with it, pressing the tip of my index finger against the ridged tissue and rubbing it in a small circle, just enough to tantalize and titillate her.
“Mm, that feels weird. Weird, but good,” she said and finished her sentence on a little gasp as I dripped a drop of the silicone-based lubricant directly on her asshole.
She jerked at the sensation and complained, “Cold!”
“Sorry baby,” I said on a chuckle, but I wasn’t sorry at all. I liked to make her squirm and she did it so beautifully for me.
I teased her asshole with my fingertip again, getting it nice and slick, but most importantly, used to my touch before I pressed just enough to get my fingertip in, up to the first knuckle.
She jerked and squealed, but not in a bad way – rather on a delighted giggle that was part discomfort, part… I want to say joy at discovering a deliciously dirty, new sensation.
“You like that?” I asked, working it in and out just a little bit, just enough to let her feel it.
“Yes,” she purred, and she relaxed, letting the table take a little more of her weight.
I kept playing with her, for a while, adding another drop of lube when this one became scarce and with the distribution of this second drop, I forced my finger in just a little bit deeper, up to the second knuckle, but I didn’t make her take the joint, not yet.
The slender, stainless-steel plug shone on the black cloth beside her hip, and I gauged it. I would say the widest part that she would have to take on the plug was just a teensy bit bigger in girth than my second knuckle would be, so I would get her nice and comfortable with that, before switching out.
She was moaning softly, her hips writhing as I finger fucked her tight little ass and she barely even jerked when I forced it in past the second knuckle.
“Good girl,” I praised on a proud laugh, and she let out a little gasp. I held the plug in my left hand to warm it, while I gave her longer strokes with my finger before pulling it from her ass altogether.
She made a noise of protest and I chuckled and said, “Hang on, baby. I’m not done yet.”
“Mm, okay,” she whimpered and I dripped some lube on the plug and spread it around.
“Here we go,” I slipped it right into place. Boop! With nary even a gasp from her and sat back in satisfaction as the jewel sparkled under the overhead light.
“Now that’s pretty,” I said and rubbed her ass with my left hand.
“Stand up for me, baby,” and she did as I told her, sucking in a sharp breath at the new sensation of having something in her ass – even if it was small.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“Good,” she said turning around slowly.
“Good, now this is what I want you to do…” I instructed her to go to the couch and to pick a movie for us to watch. I didn’t care what, at all, while I washed my hands really well and made us popcorn.
I wanted to snuggle my nude little girl and play with her pretty pussy until she came all over my hand and begged me to fuck her.
I also wanted to see if, at any point, I could up the size of the plug in her ass to at least the second one – I didn’t anticipate getting to the third today, but the second would be nice. I wanted to bend her over and take her eventually from behind and watch her little asshole glitter while I filled her and dragged more of those succulent little moans out of her lovely throat.
I wanted to do a lot of things to defile her, and then I wanted to give her a bath, wrap her up, and hold her against me all night safe and snug as a bug in a rug – even though I was pretty certain that wasn’t going to happen tonight … I knew she had to get back at some point.
She scrolled through my streaming services while I scrubbed up and popped a bowl of popcorn, and when I came around the kitchen island and went to the couch she looked up and asked, “Is this okay?”
I didn’t know what I expected her to choose, but was surprised when it was the live action Little Mermaid.
“I haven’t watched it yet,” she said and I sat down beside her on the couch, set the bowl of popcorn down and said enthusiastically, “Let’s do it!”
We settled in, polished off the bowl of popcorn before the first ten minutes of the movie had rolled by, and listened to the rain pelt outside.
We both got more comfortable, me laying the length of the couch, her draped over my chest, on her stomach, as I touched her all over – smoothing my hands everywhere I could reach on her until I noticed she shivered and it wasn’t just from all the touching?
“You cold, little one?” I asked gently and she nodded. I smiled and pulled the blanket off of the couch and asked, “Why didn’t you say so?”
She shrugged, her attention rapt on the television and the singing mermaid and I had to chuckle. I snuggled her and put a finger against the plug in her ass and wiggled it, asking, “How does this feel?”
“Okay,” she murmured.
“Just okay, or does it still feel good?” I asked.
“Good,” she responded and looked up at me. I smiled and kissed her forehead and when she shifted again, made sure I shifted enough that her wet little pussy was within my reach.
She gasped and whimpered, writhing against my clothed body as I slicked my fingers through her wetness and played with her clit.
She groaned and wiggled her bottom back against the curve of my lap, and yeah, my cock was hard and ready – but I wasn’t. I wanted to wring enough orgasms out of her that when I did finally take her, she was limp and barely able to move beneath me.
This was the shit I delighted in. This was the shit I lived for – and I would take Rarity on the ride of her fuckin’ life for as long as she was willing to stick with me and entertain my pervy fucking bullshit.