Chapter 1
PRINCESS
I should look away. This isn’t something I’m allowed to watch. Whenever Daddy and I are watching a show or a movie and things like this pop on the screen, he will cover my eyes with his big hand so that I can’t see it. It never stopped me from hearing it, though.
When I heard the slight moan I thought I might know what it was. So I slowly creeped through a section of books that I never ventured into. The non-fiction. I’ve been keeping to the romance section since I found it a few weeks ago. Now it’s my addiction. It gave me an idea of what my daddy has been shielding from my eyes. Now I think I might be getting a real-life view of it.
I pull one of the books off the shelf to peek into the next section. That’s where the moans are coming from.
There’s a girl pressed up against the wall between two bookcases. Her legs are wrapped around a man, and he has his hand up her shirt. The man’s pants are on the floor and he rocks against her.
When a small gasp leaves me, the girl's eyes lock with mine. She smirks at me, and I quickly shove the book back into place and hurry to the front desk. I'm mortified! How can I ever come back to the library?
I put the book I want to check out on the counter, and Debra takes my library card from me. "This is a good one," she says and winks.
Oh, my god. At this point, my cheeks have to be on fire. I duck my head to fide my face as I search for the book I'm returning from my bag.
"Oh." I search deeper like it might magically appear. "I forgot the one I was going to return."
"It's fine." Debra pushes my new book back to me along with my card. "You can have more than one out at a time."
"Thanks." I shove it down into my bag so Daddy doesn't see it.
“Is your father picking you up?” Debra’s eyes go to the front doors of the library.
“No,” I lie. “He’s busy.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her he’s on a date, but I don’t want to utter those words. Most of all, I want her to stop staring at my daddy. What’s wrong with people? Doesn’t she have her own daddy?! I bet if I asked about hers, she wouldn’t want to share him either.
Her shoulders drop. “Is he, ah”—Debra tucks a piece of hair behind her ear—“dating anyone?”
“He doesn’t date,” I answer firmly.
Debra cocks her head to the side, giving me a half-smile. “Right.”
I can tell from her tone that she thinks I’m na?ve about what my daddy is up to, but he’s not like that. I would know. Daddy says we don’t keep secrets from each other. Ever.
“I am right,” I huff before making my way out of the library. I wonder if there’s another library around here that I can start visiting.
The second I walk out of the library, I see Daddy's truck. He sees me too because he gets out and walks around to open my door. When I’m a few feet from him, I fling myself into his arms. Daddy catches me before pulling me into a hug and lifting me off my feet.
Without thinking, I wrap my legs around him the same way I’d seen the girl in the library do it. When his hand goes to my bottom, he chuckles.
“You miss me?” I nod but keep my face buried in his neck. I’m still extra annoyed by Debra. “What’s wrong?” Daddy gives my bottom a squeeze to get my attention. I shake my head because I don’t want to talk about it. But of course he doesn’t let it go. “Princess.”
“I want to go to a different library.”
“Get in. We’ll talk about it.” I reluctantly remove my legs from around him while Daddy deposits me in the truck. After he fastens my seatbelt, he looks into my eyes. “We need to talk about your library visits anyhow.”
“We do?” Oh craptickle.
“We do.” Daddy reaches into the glove box and pulls out my lost library book. Double craptickle.
“What?” I play with the end of my dress, not meeting his eyes.
“Princess. If you want to read big girl things, then it’s time we talk about what those things are.”
“Do we have to?” I peek up at him through my lashes, but his jaw is set in a hard line. It makes it hard for me to read his expression. He’s been doing that a lot lately, and it makes me wiggle in my seat. The same way I do when I’m reading some of these books.
“At home.”
He holds out my book for me, and I take it from him before shoving it into my bag. I watch as he walks around the front of the truck, and I have to fight the urge to fidget.
“Why don’t you tell me why you want to go to a different library?” Daddy asks as he drives us toward our house. It’s not a short drive since we live outside the city. I go back to fiddling with the end of my skirt because I don’t want to tell him. “Tell me, Princess.” Daddy reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh.
“The librarian has a crush on you. Okay?” I blurt out then fold my arms over my chest and glare out the window.
Daddy lets out a low chuckle, so I whirl around to glare at him instead.
“Watch it, Princess.” He gives my thigh a squeeze, and I drop the glare. Even if I do enjoy spanking, I do not enjoy Daddy being mad at me. I'll do anything to make him happy. Anything.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s all right.” He brushes his fingers up and down the inside of my thigh. He’s always finding ways to touch me, and it makes me feel so special. “We still have our agreement,” Daddy reminds me, and it makes me smile. “That’s part of what we need to talk about when we get home.”
“What do we need to talk about?” I ask, although it’s challenging to think straight when Daddy’s fingers keep drifting higher up the inside of my thigh. I fight not to close my legs even though squeezing them together would help with the throb between them.
“You’re wiggling around a lot.”
“Huh?”
“Are you listening to me, Princess?” Daddy’s fingers slip under my thigh and grip me in a firm hold. I let out a small squeak of surprise.
“I’m trying.”
“It’s because of these books you’re reading. It makes you think of grown-up things. About dating and everything else that comes with it.”
He’s not wrong. It certainly makes me consider it. A lot.
“I knew it.” He sighs and then pulls his hand out from between my legs. I want to grab a hold of it and bring it back.
“Are you mad at me?”
“No, Princess. I’m not mad.” Based on his expression, I’m not sure if I believe him. In fact, the whole way home he’s quiet.
When we make it into the house, Daddy takes my wrist and leads me to his bedroom. I’m surprised because I never get to go into his room.
When I walk in, his yummy, comforting smell fills me up. “Are you sure I’m not in trouble?”
“Sit.” He points to the bed then walks over to the sitting area on the other side of the room. He grabs a glass bottle off the table by the window and pours the brown liquid into two glasses. When he comes back and hands me one, I’m hesitant to take it.
“I thought?—”
“You want to do grown-up things.” He motions for me to drink right before he takes his in one big gulp.
I do the same, but the second I swallow I feel the burn. I’m coughing as Daddy fills my glass again.
“It will get you to relax.”
I laugh, and he smirks at me. I love pleasing him, so I repeat the action. Then another until my head feels loopy.
“Wow,” I say more to myself but he takes the glass from my hand. “I do kind of feel more relaxed.
“Now let’s talk about the books.”
“I really like them,” I blurt out. “Ope!” I cover my mouth with my hands.
“It’s fine, Princess.” Daddy sits down and then scoops me into his arms before placing me on his lap. “Why do you like them?” His hand returns to the inside of my thigh, and he’s stroking me.
“It makes me feel things.” I press my face against his neck and inhale his scent. I'm tempted to lick him, but what would happen if I did? He’d probably think I was being silly.
“Do you feel them here?” he asks as his big hand cups my sex.
“Yes,” I breathe against his neck.
“You’re wet.”
“I’m sorry. It keeps happening,” I admit. “My breasts ache too. They always feel so heavy.” My nipples are tight too, but I don’t admit that.
“I see.” I lift my head to peek up at him. “We agreed that you can’t date, but it seems like you need attention.” He pats my sex.
“But—” Daddy cuts me off before I can protest.
He lets out a heavy sigh. “And now you’ve done it, Princess.”
“What?” I ask innocently as I look into his eyes.
“You’ve made your pussy needy.” He shakes his head like he’s disappointed. “Now that I know there’s a needy pussy near me, my dick will crave it.” I suck in a breath. “So dating might have to be put back on the table.”
“No! I’ll stop reading them,” I plead.
I swear I see Daddy smirk for a second before his expression turns serious. “I think it might be too late,” Daddy says, and then I feel him pulling my panties to the side.