45. Daddy’s Hungry
DADDY’S HUNGRY
CHELSEA
M y skirt rode up to my bum, making me bite my lip. A whistle made me stand up straight and glare at the man I loved.
“You come here often?” Sean asked, teasing me from the bed.
It had been a week since he was shot, and after settling into the penthouse, I had promised to take care of him.
I wish I hadn’t. Because Sean was annoyingly pouty and a filthy pervert. He was the worst patient ever.
After helping him bathe or shower, he would demand me to sit on his face so he could feel better about his pain or ask me to give him a hand job or a blow job. One time, he even asked me if he could fuck my tits.
If it weren’t for his scar, I would think he was enjoying being a patient and asking for my help in everything.
Brushing his teeth, feeding him, helping him wear boxers, applying skincare, shaving his stubble and even helping him drink water.
I ordered a Stanley cup for him so he would stop acting like a spoiled child.
“If you hit on me one more time,” I warned him, but he winked at me from the bed.
“Or what? Will you spank me, Princess?” He crooned, dropping the book he was reading and patted the empty space on the bed.
Despite him being clingy, he had never once woke me up from my sleep, even though I knew how uncomfortable he felt because of the wound.
He sometimes took the prescribed sleeping pills.
“Maybe I should,” I said, trying to stretch down the hem of the skirt. He had asked me— no , begged me to wear a sexy nurse outfit for him. I was too much of a nice girlfriend to ever reject him. “Where did you even find this? It’s so racy.”
His eyes were glazed with lust. “I ordered it online. I knew you would look sexy in this.” He leaned up from his sitting position and said, “Please come here, Princess.”
I did not trust his words.
“Why?”
His eyes darkened. “Daddy’s hungry.”
I scoffed and picked up the newspaper from the floor. I frowned, reading the headline, ignoring the filthy catcalls from my boyfriend.
“Did you read this?” I asked, walking towards the bed and flipping the paper.
Sean didn’t like getting newspapers, but sometimes my mom stopped over at the penthouse with soups and baked dishes, and she enjoyed reading newspapers, so he had got them delivered for her.
It was sweet that she had accepted him as my boyfriend, and they were also slowly getting back on good terms.
“Read what?”
I pointed to the photo of the man from the club. “He is the one who bought me at my second auction.” I shook my head. “I can’t believe he’s dead. Why do you think it’s— hey , I was reading that!”
Sean had snatched the newspaper from me and threw it away. “Not anymore, you’re not,” he said, his tone changing from playful to deep. I gasped when he pulled me down on the bed and rolled over me.
“Sean, you’ll get hurt?—”
“It’s Daddy , Princess.” He pressed his lower body on me, making me feel the bulge from his sweatpants. “Call me Daddy.”
I took a deep breath and said, “Daddy, you will get hurt. Now can you please?—”
“No.”
Sean
I leaned down and kissed her. I didn’t want her to read about the man who had dared touch what was mine. Newspaper said he died from a stabbing incident without any suspect, and I wanted to keep it that way.
My Princess didn’t need to worry her little head over how the men who hurt her disappeared from her life. She just needed to focus on me and keep loving me. I’d take care of all her needs and wants. No matter how depraved they were.
“I want to keep you in this tiny thing until my shoulder is healed,” I said, leaning back and running my hand through her lace stockings and tiny sheer skirt. I groaned, seeing the wetness between her slicked lips. “My pretty pussy needs Daddy’s cock, hm?”
“L-let me get on top, Daddy.” Chelsea was breathless, leaning up on her elbows as I flicked her skirt up and started playing with her pussy. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Silly Princess . She didn’t know she could never hurt me.
The wound on my shoulder felt a lot better, but I didn’t want to stop getting spoiled by her, so I kept up the facade of being too much in pain to lift the spoon to feed myself. Poor Chelsea. She fell for it every time.
It made me love her more.
I flopped down on the bed and patted my lap. “Come on, Daddy needs to feel your warm cunt, Princess.”
Her cheeks turned red as she crawled over my lap and kissed me. I smiled against her kiss, which was so gentle and soft. Just like her.
Her fingers fumbled over the drawstrings of my sweatpants before lowering them with my boxers. She took a shaky breath, my eyes dropping to the sheer tight white top of her nurse outfit. Her nipples were hard, poking through the thin fabric and begging for my attention.
I groaned, squeezing the soft flesh and kissing the other nipple through her top. She moaned, slowly grinding herself on the length of my cock.
She was teasing me and I wanted to fuck her.
Taking my dick in hand, I guided the tip over her entrance and slapped her ass. “Ride me, Princess. Make your Daddy feel good.”
She nodded, her eyes hazy as blond hair slipped through her bun, framing her flushed face when she slowly lowered herself on me. I grunted, seeing her pink flesh devouring my cock inside her tight warmth.
“My sweet girl,” I whispered, holding her hip and thrusting inside her, making her whimper. “Fuck, Princess.”
Chelsea moaned, wrapping her arms around my shoulder as I fucked into her, topping her from the bottom. Her sweet gasps filled my ear, her walls clenching me with each thrust.
I wished I could make her pregnant. Make her ditch the pills and breed her. It was a dark and filthy desire, but I wasn’t fucked up enough to betray her like that.
I would make her successful in whatever she wanted to do. Open up a bakery for her if she’d like. Marry her and then give her as many babies as she wanted. I would pleasure her day and night, take care of the kids and let her use me like her personal toy.
“I love you so much, Princess,” I whispered, kissing and biting her neck, just below the pink collar I had given her. I got annoyed by the top, so I tore it off of her, her gasp making my cock throb as I cupped her tits. “My perfect Princess.”
Her body arched, legs trembling with pleasure. “Love you too, Daddy.”
Our groans increased with each thrust until I felt her tremble and buck in my arms with her orgasm. I moaned into her breasts, coating the insides of her pretty pussy with my cum.
Soon . Real soon, I’d make her my wife and the mother of my kids.
Unfortunately, just as we had gotten into a stable relationship, her asshole ex had to ruin it.