5. Chapter 5
After our photo shoot yesterday, I took her shopping in town.
We ate lunch at her favorite diner and just spent the day as a couple.
People shot us looks, because the age gap clearly makes the relationship muddy but I'm so far beyond giving a shit what other people think, I can't even see it from here.
We fucked half the night, her appetite for me nearly as robust as mine but when she finally lost consciousness after the sixth orgasm, I relented and let her sleep.
She's still asleep when I lay the clothes on the foot of the bed. My gray Henley, a plaid pair of boxers, and Merino wool socks, because her feet are always cold. Everything is me-sized, everything is mine. Including her.
I'm marking territory like a dog running a fence line. I want her walking around my house smelling like my laundry detergent and my cum, swimming in my clothes, body sore and marked as an unspoken reminder she's never getting away.
I should probably unpack that in therapy. I won't.
I'm halfway through scrambling eggs when she shuffles in wearing all of it.
Such a good fucking girl.
Her dark hair is pressed flat on the side she slept on, pillow crease still dented into her cheek. She looks wrecked and soft and seventeen different kinds of fuckable, and I'm gripping the spatula like it's a weapon.
She ignores me, but I've known her long enough to know that morning conversation is not one of her strengths.
She stretches for the top shelf, and the shirt rides up. My brain flatlines, but my dick nearly punches through my pants. The soft curve of her ass shows just under the hem of the boxers.
God, she's a fucking miracle.
"You're staring," she says, not turning around.
"I'm always staring at you. You're my favorite thing to look at."
She keeps reaching for the shelf, but her hand has stopped searching. Her shoulders tighten.
I switch off the burner and move the pan, dropping the spatula into the eggs as I take three steps and center my body behind her.
I press my flattened hand to the middle of her back. My dick is running this show, and getting her bent over is my new primary focus.
"Be a good girl." I press her face down over the counter without finesse. There will be times I'm rough with her, because that makes my balls twitch.
She gasps, and her hands catch the granite edge.
I push the Henley up to her ribs, admiring the ivory skin decorated with purple and red.
Beautiful.
I hook my thumb in the waistband and drag the boxers down to her knees, kicking at the insides of her feet so she's spread wide enough they won't fall down. Something about leaving them there in place is more erotic than stripping her bare.
The elastic stretches around her legs, and she lets out this breath that sounds like relief.
"My daughter woke up needy, didn't she?" I reach down between her legs and take a handful of wet warmth.
"Coming down here all innocent, like you just need your morning coffee, ignoring me?
Not even saying 'Good morning, Daddy' or 'Thank you for all the orgasms you allowed me last night?
' You need to learn to be polite and grateful for what Daddy gives you.
A little morning attitude adjustment seems in order. "
"Grant—the windows—the neighbor was mowing the lawn—"
"I fucking know." I unbuckle my belt with one hand, tugging it through the belt loops with a soft whoosh. "Stay right there. Do not move. Eyes forward, don't look at me."
I emphasize my directions by laying my belt across the flat of her back just above her ass and spin on my bare foot, covering the space to the drawer in the island where I've already stored a special little treat for my little daughter.
Sliding open the drawer, I unbox the item and grab the little tube next to it, then make my way back to her bare ass, her eyes still pinned forward.
"What are you doing?" she mutters, and I notice the little clench in her ass cheeks.
Appropriate.
"I'm sending a message." I pop the cap on the tube of lube and cover the silver metal surface of the plug before setting it down and stepping into place behind her.
The fingers of one hand grab the softness of her left ass cheek and pull it sideways, exposing her dark little bud, drawing a long hiss from my daughter.
"Daddy…" She whimpers.
"Oh, now I'm Daddy?" I bite back. "Too late, baby. Lessons will be learned."
She flinches as I run the slick point of metal along her tight pinched opening, but I correct her by digging my fingertips into her flesh.
"Eyes forward. Be still."
"I'm scared."
"Good, I like you a little scared sometimes, baby." I drag the tip of the lubed-up plug around her little asshole, watching it clench and pucker. "Deep breath, and the more you relax, the better it will feel."
Fuck, watching her little body open up as I apply pressure with the pointed silver tip makes my cock jerk. I'm hard as fucking nails, even though I fucked her bloody like a predator since she showed up on my doorstep, it's not enough.
"That feels funny," she mumbles as I guide the foreign object into her body.
"Yeah?" I give it another push, the thicker part of the plug stretching her ring of muscle, and she goes up on her tiptoes.
"Still feels funny, baby? Pretty soon, you'll learn to take Daddy's thick cock in this tight little spot.
You'd like that, wouldn't you? To feel Daddy's big dick up inside your bottom? "
She answers with a little shriek as the plug finds purchase and pops inside, her body closing around the thin post, and I step back to admire my work.
"What's tickling me?" she hiss-whispers when I let the long, fluffy pink tail attached to the plug drift down over her ass.
"It's a brat tail, baby." I draw a long breath and free my pulsing erection from my pants.
I ordered the plug months ago. Manifesting and shit.
The fluffy tail is about a foot long, made from pink acrylic fur, because my girl would be horrified if it was an actual animal's body part.
The plug has a curved silicone section that goes from the round base of the plug, swings it upward to just above where the split of her ass starts. With the tail connected up higher, it swings out and down.
"You look so fucking cute with a pink tail coming out of your ass." I slip my belt off her back and let it fall to the floor then pump my dick for a few strokes as her body tenses. She's fighting the urge to turn her head and try to get a look.
I drag the head through the slick heat between her thighs, and she drops her forehead to the counter. "Your pussy is very enthusiastic. All wet and needy again. You like when I put things inside your bottom, it seems. Such a dirty girl."
The sound of a lawnmower starting up draws her eyes to the window, and I smirk.
I reach around and strum her clit while I bend my knees and line up my dick with her soaking hole. "You want me to close the blinds?"
"No." Barely a whisper.
"Good, because I'm not going to." I grunt as I hold myself against her heat. "Now, be polite, and ask Daddy to fuck you."
"Grant—"
I grab the S-curve of the plug and give it a soft tug, and the rest of whatever she was going to say is sucked back into her lungs.
"I'm Daddy, Dad, Father, or King when I'm fucking you, little girl."
"I'm sorry." She whimpers. "Daddy, please fuck me. Pretty please."
"That's more like it."
With a pinch of her clit and the head of my cock in place, I stuff her soft, tight opening with a hard thrust, forcing the first half of my dick into her still virgin-tight pussy in one slick motion releasing the tail and sinking my fingers into her hips.
"Fuck, Daddy's cock loves being inside you, baby. I'm going to have to do this a lot now that you've made me fuck you."
She moans and tucks her ass, and the vision of the pink tail and the silver stem of the plug disappearing inside her body is such a fucking turn on, I'm ready to nut before I'm balls-deep.
Her pussy is swollen from all the use, tender, and the tight grip of her around my cock makes my jaw clench.
"Here's more," I slide in slower, wanting to remember the sensation to my dying day.
"Say thank you, Daddy, like a good girl.
" I bottom out and hold, my hips flush against her ass, the morning light falling across the tail and her ass.
I wish I'd brought a camera with me. "This is how you start every morning from now on.
If you wake up after me, you come and find me wherever I am, you put your ass up and bend over whatever surface is closest, and you say, 'Good morning, Daddy, my pussy is ready for you. ' Understand?"
She nods against the granite, her fingers curling as I drive in and out. The slight pressure from the bulb of the plug runs up and down the top of my shaft through the thin fleshy membrane inside her body.
"Words, Wren."
"Yes, Daddy. I understand."
I pull back and drive in hard. She cries out, and I clamp a hand over her mouth.
The window's open a few inches. The cool air prickles over my heated skin. The neighbors are out there somewhere, mowing lawns and walking dogs, and my girl is getting fucked with a pink tail in her ass in my kitchen.
Her moans vibrate against my palm, and I fuck her in short, rough strokes that shove her hips into the counter's edge. The coffee maker gurgles. Birds chirp.
"Feel that?" I grind deep, rolling my hips, working her clit with the pads of my fingers against the hard bone underneath.
"That's what you did to me. Walking in here in my clothes.
Reaching up on your toes so I could see this ass.
" I slap her hip, and her walls clamp down around me. "You knew exactly what you were doing."
She shakes her head against my palm. Lying. Her pussy clenches around me, and we both know she's lying.
"This is what you needed. Not polite fucking in a dark bedroom." I grip her hip and angle her pelvis, changing the depth, and the sound she makes tells me I've found the spot that turns her brain off. "You needed your Daddy to set you straight."
I let go of her mouth and go back to pound town.