Chapter 3
Chapter Three
DADDY
The sound of the doorbell chimes through the house.
My eyes go to my cameras to see a deliveryman at the front door with a package in his hand.
I expect him to leave it there, knowing it doesn't need a signature, but he lingers, waiting.
I slide my gaze over to the other camera and see that the pool is empty.
Emma is no longer outside on the lounger.
I'm up and out of my chair, already moving toward the stairs. Emma is downstairs. Alone.
My feet hit the bottom step, and I round the corner into the foyer just in time to see her pulling the front door open. She's wearing that skimpy white bikini I'd gotten her two years ago. It was snug back then, but now it's indecent.
It barely covers anything. The fabric is straining against her tits, and the bottoms are riding up her ass.
She's standing there in the open doorway, smiling up at the delivery driver like she has no idea what she looks like.
The driver's eyes are locked on her chest. His mouth is actually hanging open.
"What the fuck?" I bellow, making both of them jump. Emma turns around, her eyes wide and as innocent as ever. The delivery driver is still staring, now getting a nice view of her ass. My vision bleeds red, and a rage I've never felt falls over me.
"Daddy, there's a package—"
I move her back behind me and get into the driver's face. Now I know why he lingered and didn't just leave the package. He wants to see my girl.
"You're a fucking pervert," I grit out, trying to get myself under control. If I cold-cock him, I'll likely have to spend the night in jail, away from Emma. I don't like her alone in the house. "Standing there drooling over a teenage girl. Get the hell off my property before I call the police."
The driver stumbles back, hands raised. "Sir, I was just—"
"Next time I'll snap your fucking neck," I warn before slamming the door. I brace one hand on it and try to check my rage. I take a couple of deep breaths before I turn around.
Emma is frozen, her eyes huge, her lower lip trembling. She looks so small in that bikini. So exposed. I force myself to breathe through my nose. In. Out. My hands are slightly shaking. I ball them into fists.
"Go shower and put your pajamas on," I say, my voice rough. "Get ready for dinner."
She blinks at me, confused, but she doesn't argue. She scurries over to the stairs, padding up them. I watch her go, my jaw tight, my cock already hard and aching.
She's pushing me. I think she's doing it on purpose, prancing around in that bikini, answering the door like that, letting that man look at her. It's her fault. All of it.
At dinner, I watch her eat, making sure she takes plenty of sips of her lemonade.
The powder I crushed into her drink has dissolved completely, and she doesn't notice a thing. She chatters about some show she watched, her voice light and childish, not bringing up the delivery man. I'd made a call to make sure that from now on, all my mail is diverted to the post office.
I nod along with her story, my heart hammering against my ribs, my anticipation rising. Except this time, my control has almost fully slipped from me.
When her eyes start to droop, I stand, catching her in my arms as she slumps in the chair. This dose has hit her harder. Good, she's going to need it. She's brought this upon herself.
I take care of my girl. I give her everything. The least she can do is give me what a man needs. That’s all I ask of her because I know it's only her that will sate this hunger.
I carry her to bed. She murmurs something, her head lolling against my shoulder as I lay her down on her pink sheets. She looks like a tiny doll. My doll. I lock her door behind me and strip. My hands are steady now. I know what I need to do.
I stand over her, my cock in my hand, slowly stoking myself.
She's wearing a thin cotton nightgown, the one with the little pink flowers on it.
I push it up, exposing her stomach, her ribs, and her breasts.
My mouth waters when her nipples come into view, soft and pink, tempting.
I cup one of her breasts, stroking my thumb back and forth.
I watch it harden, and she makes a small sound in her sleep.
"That's it, pretty girl," I whisper. "Daddy's here."
She's not wearing panties tonight. She often doesn't when she's in her pajamas. When I spread her legs, I see her little clit poking out from between her lower lips. It’s begging for my mouth.
How could I deny my little girl? I dip my head down and taste her, my tongue sliding through her folds, finding her clit.
I groan at how wet she is. She wants this.
If her body is begging for it, then no one can say I forced her.
She needs her daddy. Needs me to get her off.
I keep going, driving my face deeper into her. I want her smell all over me. Even in her sleep, her body responds to my touch. I lick circles around her clit, feeling her hips shift as her breath hitches. Then it happens. The sweetest sound in the world.
A moan leaves her as she cums against my mouth. Her thighs tremble, and a soft cry escapes her lips. I lap it up, greedy for every drop. I'm dizzy as I hurriedly get up, my cock throbbing so badly I have to have relief. Immediately.
I move to the side of the bed, and when I turn her head toward my cock, her mouth falls open. I guide the full head between her lips, groaning as her warmth surrounds me.
"Fuck, pretty girl. Fuck, you feel so good."
I thrust shallowly, not wanting to choke her, just needing the friction. I'm getting my dick nice and wet for her. I reach down with one hand and pinch her nipples, watching them pucker.
"You're so pretty like this," I tell her, brushing a few strands of her hair back. "Daddy's perfect toy. You’re doing such a good job. Do you want to swallow Daddy’s cum?”
She doesn't answer. She can't. In my head, I pretend she nods. My balls draw up tight, ready to release, then at the last second, I pull out to stop myself. I can't cum in her mouth. Not yet.
My balls ache with the weight of my cum. They’re heavy after being denied, but I've decided to take it further. I want to claim Emma completely tonight.
I climb over her small body, positioning myself between her legs. I grip my cock and drag the head through her wetness, teasing her entrance. She's so tight. I can feel her resisting, her body clenching even while she sleeps.
I look down at her face. Her little freckles are scattered across her nose. Her lashes are dark against her cheeks. She's so beautiful.
I press forward, feeling her hymen stretch against the head of my cock. I stop there, pulsing, throbbing, and then I cum hard, spilling inside her barely legal virgin hole, lubing her before I fully enter her body.
When I pull back, I watch it leak out of her. It’s a thick, pearly substance that slides down to the crack of her ass. I catch it with my finger and push it back inside, shoving my cum deeper and deeper. Where it belongs.
Needing to taste her again, I lower my mouth to her clit and suck. I’m relentless, until she's moaning in her sleep, until her hips are bucking against my face, until she comes again with a cry that sounds like my name.
My cock still throbs. I can't help it. I climb back on top of her, positioning myself at her entrance once more. I’m ready to push through the last of her virginity. To break her open and make her truly mine.
I take one last look at her innocent, angelic face.
Her lashes flutter. Then her eyes open, just a slit. She blinks, confused and hazy.
"Pretty girl?” I say, lowering my weight on top of her. “Are you awake?"
I should be panicking, but I'm far past the point of no return.