5. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
She didn’t say a word. She just sucked and slurped me, obedient and submissive, her mouth moving up and down while her eyes watched me in the dim light from beneath the closed master bathroom door.
She hummed around my length as she took me deep, her tongue swirling to savor me as her naked body lay atop the comforter.
I don’t know if it was her skill or the sheer novelty of rising from sleep mid-blowjob, but it took all of what felt like thirty seconds before the pleasure hit the breaking point.
I grunted, eyes locked on hers, and reached down to run my fingers through her hair as fireworks exploded behind my lids.
The orgasm felt harder than the ones when I was fully awake, like the subconscious part of my brain was cumming at the same time as the conscious parts.
Like a wet dream, almost.
Except the girl eagerly swallowing my load like it was liquid gold was very, very real.
Bailey kept me in her mouth as I came down from my peak, working her tongue gently and slowly around my crown.
She swallowed repeatedly, drinking my load and the last few drops of post-orgasm seed she managed to milk out of me, then pulled off me with a wet little pop and wiped her mouth with a satisfied smile.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, beaming at me in the darkness. “I love the taste of your cum.”
Holy fuck, I thought. For a second, I was tempted to believe I was still asleep. My cock lay half-erect against my thigh, as if it too were trying to decide whether to drift back off or not.
Bailey was already shimmying backwards. “I love you, Daddy,” she purred, arching her back a bit as she reached the foot of the bed. “I’ll see you in the morning…”
“Stop.”
Bailey froze, one foot on the floor. Hope flared in her eyes.
“Come here.”
I’d just decided. I didn’t want her to go.
There was a certain strain of thought, dim in the back of my half-asleep brain, that might have argued I was making a mistake.
That I’d ordered Bailey to come here in the middle of the night specifically to pleasure me, without any hope of getting pleasure in return, as a way to test her boundaries and make sure she was really ready to have the “babygirl” life she claimed she wanted.
That by rewarding her—letting her get into bed with me—I wasn’t properly using my authority.
To which I could only say: fuck that.
I was still hard. Bailey was still naked and gorgeous.
And I wasn't done with her yet.
“Yes, Daddy?” Bailey approached with hesitation, like her still being in my room was a fragile gift I could decide to take back at any moment. God, I loved the way she looked at me in moments like that.
I pulled back the blanket and patted the space beside me on the mattress.
Bailey let out an involuntary groan. “Oh Daddy, I don’t deserve that…”
“Let me be the judge of that,” I grunted, some of my tiredness retreating. “Come here, babygirl. Now.”
She did as I said. As she climbed in, I tugged my boxer shorts down and kicked them away—they were all I’d gone to bed in, knowing Bailey would be visiting. She pressed her naked body against mine with a little shiver.
I reached between her legs.
Oh my God, I thought, watching her eyes roll back in her head. She was so soft and wet that it was unreal. My fingers slid into her soaked, bald pussy, the index and middle stabbing deep while my thumb found her clit and swirled around the apex of the nub.
I’d never been so grateful to have a white noise generator.
Even with Bailey burying her face in my shoulder, the sound of her moan as my fingers entered her was loud enough to carry.
Her tits pressed against my chest, the nipples achingly hard, her back arching with bliss as I gave her back a fraction of what she’d given me.
As her moan ended Bailey licked her hand, then slid it beneath the covers. Her fingers found my cock and started to stroke. Fingering her had gotten me most of the way back to full mast, and that first touch around my shaft sealed the deal.
Bailey gasped. “Fuck, Daddy, you’re still so hard.” She pouted up at me theatrically, clearly loving the fact that she’d managed to go from blowjob dispenser to middle-of-the-night fuck. “Did I not do a good job with my mouth? Do I need more practice?”
“Babygirl, if your mouth was any better I’d be dead,” I told her, grabbing a handful of her ass with my free hand. “What happened is that you just reminded me that every inch of you belongs to me.”
Both of us were going hard now, my fingers pumping inside of Bailey while she stroked me with her whole hand under the blanket. It was like a race, like Bailey’d decided to be a little bratty and see if she could make me cum before I sent her over the edge.
Unfortunately for her she’d already finished me with her mouth. Add that to the fact that I was twice her age, and there was no chance she was going to win. One of her legs spasmed madly as her walls tightened around me, her eyes rolling back into her head until only the whites showed.
“Fuck, oh fuck Daddy yes,” she whimpered, her gasps coming high and fast. She pressed as much of her body against me as she could, her face against my chest to muffle the moans.
“You’re gonna make me cum. Oh my gawd you’re gonna make your little girl cum all over your fingers, Daddy.
I can still taste your cum and I’m gonna… gonna… oh fuck Daddy I love you—!”
Bailey’s words broke into a stifled cry as she came apart in my arms. Her walls gripped my fingers like a glove, clenching in time with her rapid heartbeat as she rode out the throes of her orgasm.
The moment I felt her unravel, I rolled her onto her back and mounted her.
Bailey was still cumming as I pushed my cock into her and buried myself all the way down to the balls, her pussy hugging me tight as my babygirl welcomed me home.
She was so hot and slick that it drove me insane—so good that a previous orgasm and twenty-plus years of aging felt like nothing at all against the tide.
I reached for her neck as I fucked her into the mattress, touching the slender ribbon around her throat that was the only thing adorning her naked body.
“You’re mine,” I told her, my face inches from hers, my cock hammering her back walls.
“Yes, Daddy!” she whimpered. The fact that she managed to sound every bit as submissive as she’d been kneeling on my bed with the aftershocks of her orgasm crashing through her was a minor miracle. “I’m yours. All yours.”
Something about the way she said it unlocked a door inside of me. “This pussy’s mine,” I growled against her ear. “Say it.”
Bailey grinned against me in the darkness. “This pussy belongs to you,” she said, so proud of herself that I could hear it. “You own this pussy, Daddy.”
“You only cum when I tell you you can cum.”
The words tore out of me before I could call them back, like something from one of those movies I’d felt shame about watching on a tablet in those nights I was alone in my own house. Surely Bailey was going to laugh—either that, or tell me I was going too far.
She did neither.
She wrapped her legs around me and groaned so deep I could feel the vibration in my stomach. “If you keep talking like that you’re gonna make me cum again,” Bailey whimpered, impaling herself on me as hard as she could.
What?
She liked it.
Holy shit, she loved it.
“I’m serious,” I said, looping a finger between the ribbon and her neck. “You don’t touch yourself, babygirl. Not unless I give you permission.”
“Only when you let me,” she giggled, her nails digging into my back. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be your good girl, I promise…”
I was doing this. I was doing this in the bed I used to share with my fucking wife.
“And if I tell you I want you to cum, you be a good girl and run into the nearest private room and rub yourself silly. Then send me a picture to show me you can follow instructions.”
Bailey actually gasped. “Um, yes Daddy,” she said, sounding like it was the best idea she’d ever heard. “Absolutely. I can totally do that…!”
Feeling a surge of something I couldn’t describe, I grabbed Bailey’s wrists and pinned them together. She let out a yelp—then melted against me like I’d just given her another orgasm.
“Can I cum, Daddy?” Bailey rasped. Each word came out as a ragged gasp; my babygirl was fighting hard not to go over the edge a second time. “Please, oh fuck, please can I cum on your cock? I’m trying to be a good girl, but you’re fucking me so deep and so fast…”
It should’ve been my cue to pummel her senseless—but this close to her, this locked in, I knew what she really wanted.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to slow down,” I taunted.
And I pulled way, way back, with just the head of my cock inside her heavenly pussy.
Bailey groaned with frustration. “What!?”
She writhed across my mattress, looking every bit the tamed brat that she so desperately wanted to be for me.
“Is that better, babygirl?” I couldn’t help it. This was too much fun. I pulled all the way out and let my cock slide oh so slowly over her clit, torturing her with that bright pinprick of contact. “You’re not about to break the rules now, are you?”
“Oh my God,” Bailey groaned. She didn’t sound coquettish—she sounded like she’d just realized she never really knew me before this moment. And maybe she didn’t.
I couldn’t really blame her. I never knew me, either.
“Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, you’re mine,” I told her, barely believing the words leaving my lips.
“If I tell you to come give your Daddy some stress relief, it’s your top priority.
” I kept running the crown of my cock around her clit as I spoke, keeping Bailey on the edge but never allowing her the release she so desperately craved.
“I tell you what to do, what to wear—who to be. Is that what you want, babygirl?”
“Yes!” she cried as loud as she dared.
“Is that what you’ve needed your whole adult life?”
“Yesss,” she whimpered, the word like steam escaping a kettle. “I love you, I fucking love you, I wanna be your good girl for the rest of my life please let me be your good girl…”
I smirked down at her. “Then cum for me, babygirl.”
And I rammed my cock hilt-deep inside of her.
Bailey let out a groan like she’d just crossed the finish line of a fucking marathon.
Three hard thrusts was all it took to send her over the edge—into an orgasm every bit as intense and far more intimate than the first. She shattered beneath me, limbs wrapped around my body like I was a piece of driftwood in a shipwreck as she buried her face against my chest and sobbed and babbled my name and clenched in pleasure again and again and again.
Somewhere in there I had my own release, the world going white as I erupted inside of Bailey. Thick, hot ropes of spunk sprayed against her inner walls as I drained my balls, filling her to the brim and then some.
There’s going to be a mess in the morning, I thought dimly. But this isn’t the first bed my babygirl and I have marked like our territory…
Both of us came down from our peaks slowly. Bailey held herself against me, small and silent and somehow sacred as the real world slowly trickled back in. She tilted her face to mine and gave me a kiss, her body melting against mine.
“That was freaking incredible, Daddy,” she whispered when she was able. “Marry me.”
She’d managed to make it sound like a joke. But only just.
“That was definitely the best sex anyone’s ever had in this bed,” I said, stretching. “I’m tempted to make this a regular occurrence. The lost sleep would be worth it.”
Bailey smiled. “I just wanted to say thank you,” she whispered.
My brows rose. “For what?”
“For… doing what you just did,” she said. Somehow even in the darkness, I could tell she was blushing. “The stuff we talked about on Sweetheart. The Daddy and Babygirl thing. I know that’s a big change for a guy like you, and I just want you to know—I appreciate it. I love it, actually.”
“I was going to ask,” I said, my heart jumping into my throat. “I don’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing, but I know aftercare is supposed to be important…”
Bailey snorted with laughter. “You’re a natural,” she said. “And I’m great. Really. You do not need to worry about me. That was exactly what I asked for, and it’s exactly what I wanted.”
I waited a beat. “So from now on, you’re not going to cum without permission?”
Bailey snuggled up against me, somehow managing to look innocent after everything that we’d just done. “I would never break the rules, Daddy. Unless I wanted to get punished.”
Oh. Oh. Oh wow.
This was going to be a big change.
And good God, I could already tell it was going to be so much fun.
Bailey expected me to take charge, and so I did. “I want you here,” I said, holding her next to me.
I swore Bailey’s heart skipped a beat. “Every night?”
How I wished I could say yes. All night, every night. “As often as we can. But Savannah can’t see you,” I told her, meaning it. “If you stay here, you have to get up before anyone else in the house. I’m trusting you to do that.”
“I promise,” Bailey said. I knew she meant it. “I’ll sneak back downstairs before Sav wakes up. I’ll be so quiet.”
I could count on her to do that.
“Good. Then sleep, babygirl,” I said, holding her to me. “You can stay tonight.”
You would’ve thought I’d told her she could have a pony.
“Yes, Daddy,” Bailey purred, squeezing me tight. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much!”
“I love you too,” I said, resting my head against the pillow. Two orgasms had left me more or less completely tapped out—my body had been yelling at me to go back to sleep since I woke up, and now I couldn’t help but comply. “Sleep now.”
Bailey closed her eyes and was out like a light in seconds.
Shortly after, so was I.