Chapter 16 #2
All I know is that Holly is a very lucky girl to have such a figure as her daddy.
It makes me more secure in my roleplay decision. I want to be Daddy’s good little girl tonight. I want him to love me, and cherish me. I want him to be proud.
I watch him as he walks to the fridge, taking out the casserole bowl. I use the opportunity to calm myself, code words banished.
I’m firmly back in role once he’s done with the oven.
“Carry on, sweetheart,” he says. “Tell me more about your trip.”
I give him some waffle about walks through castle ruins, and ancient graves, and how two of the other students – Stuart and Neil – were constantly annoying.
“Do you know how many castles there are in Wales?” I ask my attentive daddy.
He shakes his head. “I’ve no idea.”
“Guess.”
He looks to the ceiling. “Hmm…” then back at me. “Fifty?”
“Not even close. Six hundred!”
“You’re kidding me?”
I’m not, because I’ve done my research. “Nope. Wales is known as the castle capital of the world. We only visited ten of them, but it was amazing.”
“Fascinating,” Daddy says.
He listens intently as I play my character, and I’m succeeding in my role. I must be, because I’m even fooling myself. It’s as though I’ve really been away, tramping through castle sites.
“Fantastic, you learn something new every day,” he says when I’m done with my spiel. He gets himself a coffee, then tops up my juice. “I’m so proud of you for being such a good student.”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
His stare is darker when he locks onto me this time around. I sense the disciplinarian side of him coming to the fore, and get a tremor of nerves at the thought of disappointing him.
“Now, sweetheart, you know the rules here. No lying. I’m going to ask you some questions, and you will answer them truthfully.”
Here we go…
“Yes, Daddy, I will. I promise.”
“The annoying students you spoke about, Stuart and Neil. I have heard you mention them before.”
“Yeah, you have.” I twiddle my fingers on the counter. “You read about Stuart that one time in my notebook.”
“I read some very disgusting things about Stuart in your notebook, didn’t I?”
“Yeah. You did.” I do my best to look ashamed.
“Did you do any of those things in your notebook? You’re a beautiful girl, Holly. I know Stuart would have been very keen to make some of those fantasies come true. Neil, too, no doubt.”
I take a deep breath.
“Yeah, Stuart was keen. He asked me in Caerphilly if I wanted to play dirty with him. Both him and Neil. He said filthy things that they both wanted to do to me. He said I’d enjoy every minute.”
“What filthy things did they want to do to you?”
I take a swig of my juice, cheeks prickling.
“Stuart wanted to… fuck me. He told me how he’d fuck me so hard, I’d be squealing. He said he’d done it enough times to make sure I’d be desperate for more.”
“And what about Neil? He wanted Neil to be there, too?”
“He wanted to share me with Neil, yeah. He told me Neil likes to…”
“Likes to what? It’s alright, just speak the truth.”
I take a breath and look down at my juice. “He likes to fuck girls in the ass. He said I should take the both of them at the same time.”
“They wanted you to take two dicks at once?”
I nod. “Stuart told me I could be a pretty little slut for them, and I’d be so grateful I’d suck them both clean when they were done. And one time, Neil cornered me in a turret, just as the others were leaving, and…”
“And?”
“He… he took his cock out, started working it hard, and asked me to show him my tits.”
“And what did you do? Don’t even think about lying to me.”
Daddy’s jaw clenches tight, his palms pressed hard against the breakfast bar. He could be so mad at me. So fucking mad.
I feel the thrum of his power all the way through my body, and it’s so tempting to change my story.
It’s on the tip of my tongue. A new confession…
I showed him my tits and he jerked off in front of me.
I dropped to my knees and licked him clean.
And when Stuart stepped out from his hiding place with his hard cock in his hand, I couldn’t help myself, Daddy.
He came down my throat. I’m sorry for being such a slut.
I want Daddy’s punishment. I want to beg forgiveness for being such a dirty, bad girl. For disappointing him. For betraying him for a couple of disgusting college fuck boys who’d used me like a cheap piece of meat.
But there is more to it than that, tonight. A greater need blooming deep.
Beyond all the fake disappointment, and his brutal palm spanking my ass over his lap, I want Daddy’s love.
And that trumps it all.
Daddy’s love.
“I didn’t show him my tits,” I tell him. “I promise you, I didn’t do it. All I could think about was you. Of missing you. I didn’t want Stuart or Neil. I just wanted my daddy.”
“So what did you do?”
“I ran. I pushed him aside and ran and caught up with the group.”
Daddy raises his eyebrows, his expression one of shock.
“Did he try it on again? Or Stuart?”
I shake my head. “They would blow me sneaky kisses. One time, I caught Stuart kissing Dee Harrison. She was jerking him off. Stuart saw me but he didn’t stop. Just grinned at me as his cum splattered the castle wall.”
“Dear God, where were the teachers?”
I shrug. “Mrs Potter and Mr Trench seemed very cosy. I think they were doing their own sneaking off sometimes. But I made sure that I stayed tight with the group. I wasn’t going to give those horrible boys the chance to corner me again.”
“Are you telling me you didn’t let them have their filthy way with you, Holly? You were good? Right the way through?”
“I was good, I swear. I didn’t even kiss them. Because nothing they could do, even if they did make it feel great, would ever compare to you. They would never even come close.”
I look down at my fingers, Holly shy and abashed in front of her father figure. The man who makes her feel like the most special girl there could ever be.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” he says. “After the notebooks, and finding you here being such a bad girl with that idiot on the sofa.” He reaches over the breakfast bar and takes my hands. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. So very proud.”
The burst of pride I feel in my chest is so genuine, it’s crazy.
“Thanks, Daddy.”
“And you know what good girls get? They get their rewards. Daddy’s going to make you feel so nice, sweetheart. You’ll get much more than those idiots promised. Their stupid offers will pale in comparison to what you’re going to get from me tonight.”
All my concerns about making the wrong roleplay choice fade to nothing when Daddy smiles at me with pure radiance.
I’m full of beautiful jitters as he walks around the breakfast bar to stand before me, so tall. He tips my face up, and runs his thumb across my lips.
“You’re home now,” he says again. “Let Daddy make you feel safe again.”
It’s instinct that has me opening my mouth for him to push his thumb inside. I suck him so gently, moaning softly as I take comfort. A pacifier.
“That’s it,” he tells me. “Relax for your daddy. Good girl.”
I close my eyes, focusing on nothing else but the way his big thumb feels against my tongue as I suck. I don’t bob my head, just suckle, my nipples hardening under my blouse. Fuck, how I want him.
He uses his other hand to pull my tie loose, and I don’t help him.
I’m just his little girl right now, sucking in comfort.
He’s an expert with the buttons on my blouse, slipping them open one by one until my lacy white bra is uncovered.
I sit on my hands, still sucking on his thumb as he teases my tits through the fabric.
“You’re feeling horny, aren’t you?” he says. “I see those perky nipples.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper around his thumb.
“I’m so pleased those stupid boys didn’t get a sight of your beautiful tits. They are all for me.”
I gasp as he pulls his thumb from my mouth and uses both of his hands to squeeze my tits. He rubs his thumbs across my nipples, and I’m already so horny that my breaths are hitching. I want my daddy to touch me so bad it hurts.
I open my legs on the stool, inviting him.
“I’m really wet, Daddy,” I tell him. “You make it feel so nice. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Let me see.” His hands ease my knees further apart, and he raises my plaid skirt until he can see my sopping white panties. My thighs are clammy. Slick for his touch. He smiles as he runs his fingers towards my pussy. “You’re soaking, sweetheart. Soaking wet for your daddy. That’s my girl.”
I arch my back as he presses against my clit, lost to the sensation. I want his cock, and I want it now. His little girl is so horny, she’s panting.
“Please, Daddy. Please. I so wanted Stuart and Neil inside me, making me their slut, and I nearly broke and gave in.”
“Oh you did, did you?” He brushes my clit some more.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I need you to take those bad thoughts away.”
“Then tell me what you want, Holly. Be a good girl and say it.”
I look him right in the eyes.
“I want your cock inside me, Daddy. I want you to make me squeal the way Stuart said he would. His cock wasn’t big at all.
But you fill me up, Daddy. I know how big you are.
I know you can make me squeal.” I move my hands from underneath me now, both of them roving tentatively up his tie. “Please, Daddy. I’ve been so good.”
“Yes, sweetheart, you have.”
I’m speechless when he hoists me from the breakfast stool, lifting me up so my legs can wrap around his waist. He takes my seat, dropping me onto his lap with a thump, and it’s a scramble as both of us go for his belt, both of us frantic to get his cock free.
What a welcome sight when it appears. His gorgeous solid rod, with the veins I’m coming to know so well, popping as they throb.
I don’t bother struggling with my panties, just tug them to the side and lower myself onto my daddy’s hard dick, moaning as I sink all the way down.
This is no pretending, my lust is all for real.