Chapter 24
Twenty-Four
June
The idea comes to me while I’m eating my waffles.
Daddy is cleaning the kitchen, and I wait until his back is turned to intentionally pour syrup all down the front of me.
In fact, when letting it drip off the stick of waffle doesn’t seem like enough, I pick up the small dish, tip it too far, and let all the rest run down the front of my dress.
“Uh oh…” I mutter as I eat the last bite of my waffle.
Daddy turns around. “What’s wrong?”
I lean back so he can see my sticky mess. It’s also on my chin. “Sorry, Daddy.” I try to sound contrite. “Maybe you can kiss it away like you did that one time?”
He chuckles as he removes my tray and sets it on the table. I’m pleased that he kisses me. He licks the syrup off my chin and lips before saying, “I don’t think I can suck that much syrup off your dress, though, Little one. We’ll need to change it and probably soak it in water.
I hold my hands at the sides and start shaking as though I’m very distressed. I’m rather proud of myself for my acting skills. I somehow manage to get tears to fall, too. “It’s icky, Daddy. Can you get it off me?”
He leans forward and holds my gaze, his brows furrowed.
My cheeks heat while he stares.
Suddenly, he chuckles. “Little girl, I have no idea what you’re plotting here. I’ve never seen you try to bait me before. This is new. But I know those tears aren’t real. You’re up to something.”
My breath hitches. Apparently, I’m not as good of an actress as I thought, but there’s no way I’m going to fess up to my plan, so I try to lay it on thicker. I manage to sniffle and get my bottom lip to tremble.
Daddy’s eyes narrow farther as he unfastens me from the booster seat, reaches under my arms, and lifts me to set me on my bare feet. “Are you going to tell me what this performance is about, naughty girl? Or do you need to stand in the corner for a while and think about fibbing to Daddy?”
I shiver. I hadn’t considered he might put me in timeout because I hadn’t planned on him calling me out for my deception. Ironic since I was just contemplating how horny I get from standing in the corner.
I glance toward my kitchen timeout corner and lay it on thicker. “I didn’t mean to spill the syrup, Daddy.”
Another chuckle. “You naughty, naughty girl. This has nothing to do with syrup. Next time I think you should leave the saucer on your plate and not pick it up, especially while you’ve still got a cast on your arm.
It’s too awkward to hold it with your left hand, and you aren’t supposed to be using your right hand to feed yourself. ”
I blink up at him, still holding my arms away from my sticky dress. “My arm doesn’t hurt anymore. The doctor said I could start using it sparingly as long as it doesn’t cause pain.”
We saw my new general practitioner last week so I could go on birth control and get a regular physical. But she gave me tips about my arm, and that was one of them.
“That may be, but Dr. Starion is not your Daddy, is she?”
I sniffle. “No, Sir.”
“I don’t think Dr. Starion was picturing sticky syrup and dripping waffle sticks when she said that.”
I squeeze my eyes closed and think about puppies running across a busy street in order to make myself feel sad enough to get more tears to fall. It works. I shudder. Now, I can’t shake the awful image of puppies dodging the cars. What a horrible thought!
Apparently, my act is still not working because Daddy laughs. “June Brien, you have pulled out the naughtiest card I’ve ever seen. I’m stunned.”
Daddy circles behind me and lowers the zipper of my dress so that it falls forward and slips to the floor, leaving me in nothing but pale pink panties. This time, I shudder for real. My nudity causes me to slide deeper into Little space. I can’t even control it.
When Daddy returns to my front to squat down and help me step out of the dress, he also pauses to flick my nipples with both thumbs. In an unexpected move, he reaches for the elastic at my hips and lowers my panties, too.
Now I’m completely naked. This was the goal. I’m hoping he can’t resist my body and will end up taking me to bed. I’m certain that’s not going to be the first thing that happens, though. His eyes are narrowed again as his gaze roams up my body and meets mine.
Finally, he points toward the corner. “Timeout, June. I’m going to put your dress in the sink to soak. You know what to do.”
He stands and says nothing while he waits for me to obey his order.
My nipples are harder than ever. When I lift my gaze to his, I find he has one brow lifted. The one that suggests if he needs to repeat himself, my punishment will be worse.
The problem is that timeouts are no punishment, and anything he does to make it “worse” only causes my arousal to increase.
For once, I intend to make sure I’m not left wanting this morning.
If I have to shove him onto his back, remove his pants myself, and climb on top of him to impale myself, I will.
Ha. My thoughts sound sexy and powerful in my head, but there’s no way I could ever make this big, strong Daddy do something he didn’t want to.
When his brow lifts farther, I turn and hurry to the corner. It’s a game. It’s one we’ve played many times. I’ve stood in timeout in my clothes and just my panties. Apparently this morning, I’m going to stand here naked.
I hear the water running, which means he’s not looking as I get into position. I spread my feet wider than usual, step back a bit so my bottom sticks out, and drop my forehead into the corner lower than normal, which causes my breasts to hang.
I can’t control my breathing. It’s heavy, as though I’ve been running. My nipples are so hard and tight they ache for his touch. My pussy is dripping arousal down my inner thighs without the gusset of my panties to catch my wetness.
Daddy is going to make me stand here until I’m ready to tell him why I’ve been acting strangely. That’s how this works. He’s not going to remind me.
The legs of a chair scrape across the floor behind me, indicating he’s pulled one out to sit on and watch me squirm.
I need to find my brave side and tell him what I want.
His cock in my pussy.
What if he turns me down? What if he says he doesn’t think I’m ready, that I’m not healed enough, that he’s worried about my arm? What if he makes me wait until I no longer need the brace in four more weeks?
I whimper at the thought, my body trembling.
“Stand still, naughty girl,” he orders.
I lick my lips. This position is uncomfortable. I should have thought of that before I decided to bend over farther than usual. My calves are starting to burn.
Be brave. Ask for what you want. You’re a grown woman, for heaven’s sake. Tell the man you want him to fuck you.
Finally, I take a deep breath, release my hands from the small of my back, and use my good hand to push off the wall and right myself. My heart is racing as I turn around to face Daddy.
The moment I do, my eyes pop wide, and I gasp.
Daddy is much closer to me than I expected. He’s not in the chair at all. And he’s completely naked. He’s also holding his cock in one hand, stroking it slowly. “Is this what you want, naughty girl?”
I’m stunned that he read my mind and called my bluff. “Yes, Daddy,” I manage to whisper.
“You could have just said so, Little one. You didn’t have to create all this drama to get us both naked.”
My face heats to ten thousand degrees. How did he read me so well?
“But my Little girl likes to stand in the corner. It makes her pussy so wet that her panties get soaked. Too bad I didn’t let you have your panties this time, huh?”
I swallow.
He takes a step closer. “But maybe the feel of your sweet juices running down your inner thighs makes you even hornier.”
I can’t take my gaze off his cock. It’s been a long time since I last saw a penis, and his is huge. Pete’s limp pencil dick pales in comparison.
Daddy groans. “Stop licking your lips, naughty girl. Your mouth is not going anywhere near my cock this morning. We’ll need to discuss it in great depth before we head down that path.”
I know he hates that sucking off my ex was part of my abuse, but he doesn’t understand that the thought of dropping to my knees to take Daddy into my mouth doesn’t compare in any way.
He would never force me. He would never even ask me to suck him.
I’m not worried. I know already it won’t cause me to have a PTSD episode.
I’m okay with not putting my mouth on his shaft this morning, though, because I really need him in my pussy. I find my voice and lift my gaze. “I want to feel closer to you, Daddy. My arm doesn’t hurt at all anymore. I’m ready. Please will you make love to me?”
He releases his cock, closes the distance, and lifts me off the floor.
I cry out as he holds me against his body, his lips coming to mine. My shock switches to a moan as I wrap my arms and legs around him, trapping his cock against my pussy.
Daddy devours me like we’ve never kissed before as he carries me down the hall and into his bedroom. Our bedroom.
He’s still kissing me as he lowers me to the sheets. He hasn’t made the bed yet today.
I squirm against his erection. I’m so ready for him that I’m whining now.
He finally breaks the kiss and stares down into my eyes. “You’re my world, June Brien.”
I slide my hands up his biceps. “You’re mine, too, Andres Phillips.”
“I pictured spreading you out and eating your cunt before taking you for the first time, but I’m too desperate, and your pussy is so fucking wet against my shaft I don’t think you need any more foreplay.”
I shake my head. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Daddy holds my gaze as he lifts his hips slightly. His cock knows where it belongs, and it instantly lodges at my entrance. A heartbeat later, Daddy thrusts into me all the way to the hilt.
I gasp. My eyes roll back in my head. Stars align.
“Did I hurt you, Little one?” he whispers, his thumbs stroking my neck. He’s cupping my head.
“No.” I lower my gaze to meet his. “Blade, move. Fuck me hard.”
He growls possessively as he pulls almost out and thrusts back in.
My vision blurs. It’s not rational. Two thrusts and already I can’t see straight.
“Come on Daddy’s cock, June. I want to feel your pussy suffocating my dick.” He thrusts in deeper and rocks his hips just right so that the base of his shaft grinds against my clit.
That’s all I need to be thrown over the edge. “Blade…” My fingers dig into his biceps. Nothing in my life has ever felt this good, and it never will. This isn’t just sex. It’s the combining of souls. All is right with the world. I’m where I belong, in the arms of a man who adores me.
I don’t know how he does it, but Blade manages to thrust in and out of me so many times that I come again, screaming this time, before he releases himself deep inside my channel on a long, sexy moan.