Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
It’s hard to keep a straight face when I hear the garage door go up and then thirty seconds later the alarm disarm and reset. I have to bite my tongue as Daddy’s footsteps land heavy on the stairs. He takes them two at a time at a pretty rapid clip because he always hurries to get to me.
“I’m home, Little one,” he calls out, and I know he’s reached my nursery, but I’m not in there.
“Layla?” His voice has an edge of panic to it when he calls out my name.
I feel kind of bad for scaring him, but I know it’s only for a few seconds, and I think he’ll forgive me when he finds me.
Sure enough, he shows up in the doorway to the master bedroom next. He comes to a sudden halt, his eyes going wide when he spots me.
I try to maintain a coy smile, but I doubt I’m succeeding.
Daddy’s face changes instantly from panic to a grin. “What’s going on, Baby girl?”
I’m on my knees in the middle of the bed, and I drop onto all fours and crawl toward him. “I was playing dress up,” I tell him. “I found this in my adult drawer in your dresser. Do you like it?”
It was never a secret that Daddy bought me sexy lingerie and put it in a drawer in his room. I’ve just never tried any of it out. Now I have.
I’m wearing a tiny pink babydoll nightie. It’s sheer with satin spaghetti straps and a ruffly lace edge at the cleavage and hem. I have on a matching thong that leaves nothing to the imagination.
Daddy’s smile grows as he approaches, already pulling his tie off. “That is ten times sexier than I envisioned when I bought it,” he says in a deep, gravelly voice.
“It makes me feel sexy,” I tell him. My nipples have been hard ever since I put it on. Luckily it wasn’t that long ago. He texted me to let me know when to expect him. I haven’t been here for hours. Also helpful was the app he put on my phone that shows me where he is at all times. I had a fairly precise idea when to expect him.
He stops a few feet away from me and takes his time unbuttoning his dress shirt. “I love the way your breasts hang when you’re on your hands and knees.”
I shiver, causing my breasts to sway with the movement. They feel heavier in this position.
“Come up on your knees, Little one,” he orders. He can call me anything he wants. His voice is speaking to my adult.
I push off with my hands and rise to my knees in the middle of the bed.
His gaze roams up and down my body. He looks ravenous.
My heart races. He’s going to pounce soon.
His shirt lands on the floor, and I stare at his broad muscular chest. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. I want to lick his pecs down to his abs until I can pull his cock into my mouth. I’ve never given a blowjob before, but I intend to today.
“Lift your arms, Baby girl. Arch your chest for me.”
I’m so turned on by his tone that my thong is soaked. I do as he asks, trying to be sexy as I stretch my hands toward the ceiling and thrust my breasts forward.
“Fuck, you’re hot. Spread your knees wider.”
I suck in a breath as I obey him. He’s going to dominate the hell out of me in this bed, and I’m here for it. He can dominate me until I die.
He opens the front of his dress pants while kicking off his shoes and then slowly lowers the zipper. His eyes burn into me, making me shudder as I lower my arms to clasp my hands at the back of my head.
He shimmies out of his pants, taking his boxers with them.
I swallow hard when his cock pops free. Of course it would be bigger than any I’ve ever seen. He’s bigger than any man I’ve ever been with. Plus it’s been a long time.
My breath hitches when he circles his erection with one hand and draws it up and down the length. Precome drips from the tip, making me lick my lips.
“Layla…” he growls. “Cup your breasts, Baby girl. I want to watch you thumb your nipples.”
I lower my hands to my chest, shaking as I do his bidding. It’s weird touching myself in front of him. I’m not an expert at touching myself when I’m alone, but putting on a show is another story.
“That’s a good girl. Fuck, you’re sexy.” He steps closer, releasing his cock, letting it bob free in front of him.
I’m suddenly really glad I had Dr. Rubio give me a birth control shot the second time I saw him. The last thing I want to do right now is pause so Daddy can put a condom on. I want to feel him. All of him. I want him to mark me. I want his come to run out of me.
I feel so naughty. So dirty. Filthy. I love it.
“Pinch your nipples, Layla. Roll them between your thumbs and fingers.”
I moan as I obey him. This isn’t what I expected. I thought he would climb over me and make me feel good, but Theo often does the unexpected, and issuing commands is making me hornier by the second.
I need him to touch me, though. I want his mouth on me, especially my lips. I don’t think he’ll turn me down. He’s only given me chaste kisses. I want more.
“Please, Daddy, kiss me.”
He comes to the edge of the bed and leans his thighs against the mattress. Crooking a finger, he demands, “Come here, naughty girl.”
I crawl forward on my knees until I’m inches from him.
He grabs my wrists, pulls my hands down to my sides, and hauls me the last bit forward, causing me to lean into him. And then he takes my mouth. This kiss is not chaste. It’s open-mouthed, heated, and demanding.
He moans against my lips as he slides his tongue into my mouth to duel with mine. He nips at my bottom lip. He sucks my tongue. He takes and takes and takes, and I give.
When he releases my lips, he has a lazy smile on his face. “You’re mine, Layla.”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Mine,” he repeats in a firmer voice.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m yours.”
“Until we die.”
I nod again. “Until we die,” I confirm.
“You will sleep in our bed in my arms every single night for the rest of our lives. You will wear my ring. You will marry me and take my name. Both your Little and your adult will obey me.”
I swallow. He’s so intense. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m a demanding, controlling man, Layla, but you bring it out of me because you need it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want to taste my cock, Little one?” he asks, his voice oddly lighter than two seconds ago. It’s comical that he’s asking me instead of telling me.
“Yes, Sir.”
He releases my arms. “Scoot back and drop onto your hands and knees again. I want you on all fours while I watch you lick me. Tongue only this time, Baby girl.”
I scurry backward far enough to give myself space to lower to my hands. My thin nightie hangs in front of me. He can see my tits hanging down until I crawl closer and reach out my tongue to lick Daddy’s engorged cock.
He doesn’t touch me. He lets me control things. For now. I’m sure that will change.
His breath hitches when I stroke my tongue all the way from the base to the tip. “Good girl. Fuck, that’s good, Layla.” His hands are shaking as he lifts them to stroke my cheeks so gently. “Jesus, Baby girl…”
I flick my tongue over the tip of his erection, tasting the saltiness of his come. It’s a heady experience that leaves me craving more. The useless scrap of material covering my pussy is beyond soaked. Wetness leaks down my inner thighs.
Daddy slides a hand under my chin and applies gentle pressure. “Come back up onto just your knees, Little one.”
I whimper as I obey him, bringing us face-to-face. I wasn’t done.
He chuckles. “You can suck me some other time. I don’t want to come in your mouth this time, Baby girl.”
I inhale sharply as he trails a finger from between my eyes, over my nose, my lips, my chin, my neck, and between my breasts. I shudder when he circles one of my nipples.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Layla.”
I swallow. He’s so serious.
“I love you.”
My breath hitches. “I love you.”
He smiles as he reaches for the hem of my lingerie and pulls it over my head. “You can wear that again for me another time.” He dances one finger down my center until he reaches between my legs. “So wet for me. You’re dripping.”
“I need you, Sir.”
He hooks one finger from each hand into the elastic of my thong and eases it down my thighs. “This is sexy, too, Baby.”
I’m so turned on by his intensity. It seems like I could come right now if he commanded it.
Theo reaches between my legs and strokes his fingers through my folds. I can’t spread them any wider because I’m trapped by the elastic of my thong around my thighs.
He brings his fingers to his mouth and meets my gaze while he sucks them clean. “Lie back, Little one.”
I swing my legs around and drop down onto my back.
Daddy grabs the thong and hauls it off my body. “Open for me. Show me how wet and needy you are, Layla.”
I spread my legs wide. I’m trembling. I spread open for him like this several times a day because he likes me diapered most of the time. But this is different. This isn’t my Little getting cleaned up. This is my adult about to take her man’s cock.
“You’re so beautiful.”
My cheeks heat. His compliments make me blush.
“In the future, I will often restrain you when I take you. I’ll secure your arms to the headboard and cuff your legs wide. I’ll do it because being restrained makes you so horny and because it pleases me. But today I want your hands on me while I slide into your pussy. I want your fingers to dig into my shoulders.”
I nod because I want that, too, and he knows me well enough to realize his talk of future restraints is enough to drive me mad with lust. I’m panting and squirming, inching closer to him. I need him so badly.
Daddy reaches up, grabs my hips, and drags me toward him until my butt is almost over the edge of the bed. He spreads my thighs wide with both hands and leans forward so his cock lines up with my channel.
Holding my gaze, he drags the head through my folds over and over, languidly as if we have all the time in the world and we’re not both about to explode.
I’m fascinated by his ability to control his cock so precisely without touching it, and I realize there’s a reason his bed is at this exact height. He planned it. He knew one day he would find the perfect Little girl, and he wanted to be able to spread her out and thrust into her while standing next to the mattress.
I’m that lucky Little girl. It’s me. This is real. This amazing man is my Daddy, and he’s about to fully claim me in a way that’s going to rock my world. Nothing will ever be the same, and I’m glad. I deserve this. I deserve him. I deserve happiness.
Daddy releases my thighs, drops his hands alongside my chest, and presses forward a millimeter at a time.
I reach up and grab his shoulders, holding on. Part of me is afraid I might slip away if I don’t hold on to him. My eyes roll back as he inches in deeper, taking his time, making me writhe.
“That’s my good girl. Take Daddy’s cock. Take what I’m offering you. You’re mine, Layla.”
I moan as I arch my chest and tip my head back.
Suddenly he thrusts all the way home.
I cry out. I’m so full. It feels so good. I’m connected to him. We’re one. It’s not him and me. It’s us. One entity that’s solid and secure. Nothing can break us apart.
“Fuck, Layla,” he growls. “You’re so tight. I’m not going to last.” He pulls almost out and thrusts back in, deeper. It’s heaven. Maybe I did die and go to heaven. Now that my body is fully healed and nothing hurts, all I feel is pure bliss. This is heaven.
Daddy drops lower, supporting himself on his elbows now. His mouth comes to mine, taking, claiming, devouring me. He leaves me dizzy.
Meanwhile, he eases in and out of me, harder and deeper. Every inch of him is mine. Every inch of me is his.
Theo slides one hand down between us, finds my clit, and rubs it. “Come for me, Baby girl. Come around my cock. I want to feel your pussy pulsing before I find my release.”
My body shudders a moment before my orgasm drags me under. I’m falling, falling, falling… I’m like a feather blowing off the top of a building, gliding downward with the waves of my release.
“That’s my girl.” Daddy keeps his fingers on my clit, rubbing it steadily while he cries out. He drives his cock deep and holds it. I can feel the pulses inside me as he comes.
“Mine,” he growls.
“Yours,” I agree without hesitation.