Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Curled up on the couch in the family room under the throw usually stretched across the back of the cushions, Tiffanie smiled when she heard the garage door open. Her Daddy was home. He didn’t linger but came in immediately, stopping in his tracks when he saw her.
“We need to talk about teasing Daddy,” he stated firmly.
“Okay, Daddy.” Tiffanie sat up, allowing the soft material to slide down her torso, revealing her bare skin.
His keys dropped from his hand onto the floor. “Princess…”
She loved that all words escaped him after the endearment. Feeling more powerful than she had for a long time, Tiffanie raised her hands to form a crown on her head. Her small breasts lifted slightly as he stared. “Daddy, if you’re going to call me Princess, I really need a tiara.”
He dragged the knot of his tie away from the collar to loosen the loop around his throat before yanking the garment off. Phineas didn’t glance at the nearby table but simply blindly tossed the strip of material in that direction. The silk tie landed on the floor.
She opened her mouth to laugh but froze in place as he pulled his belt off next. She swallowed hard as he wrapped the leather strip around his hand and walked closer. “I didn’t touch, Daddy. I was good.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Little girl.” He dropped the belt to the ground and didn’t glance away from her when the buckle rattled metallically on the plank floor. His hands rose to his neck, and he unbuttoned the front of his dress shirt.
She lowered her hands to the fabric draped over her legs and grabbed handfuls.
Phineas usually wore polo shirts or sweaters to the library.
Today, he had a meeting with an older donor who appreciated more traditional office attire.
Tiffanie thought he was handsome in his attire, but watching his powerful hands that caressed her so well unfastening his shirt did something to her. She couldn’t tear her gaze from him.
“What happened to your clothes, Princess?”
“I got overheated,” she improvised.
“Hmm,” he hummed as he shrugged out of the garment.
“You look hot too, Daddy.”
“Oh, I’ve simmered all afternoon.”
The heat in his gaze boosted her confidence. She wanted to drive him crazy. “Do I get to caress myself now, Daddy?” she asked, pushing the cover off her lap entirely.
He shook his head to the side as if trying to control himself.
“Yes, Tiffanie. Now that I’m home, Daddy gives you permission to play.
Show me what you enjoy most, Princess.” He unzipped his trousers.
Instantly, his thick shaft sprang free, straining against the thin material of his boxer briefs.
He wrapped his fingers around himself and squeezed.
His groan sent a shiver of excitement along her spine.
Tiffanie untucked her legs from underneath her bottom and set her feet on the edge of the seat cushion. As soon as she was in position, Phineas stepped out of his shoes while keeping his gaze centered on her. Deliberately, she spread her legs until her knees were about a foot apart.
“More, Princess,” he growled in a low tone that thrilled her. When she hesitated, he pushed his briefs and pants to the floor, stepping out of them without taking his focus off her.
When he stood, Tiffanie slowly perused his chiseled form. Who knew hauling books around made anyone that buff? “Daddy, you’re so hot.” She stroked her hands along the inside of her thighs, pressing them a few more inches apart to cup her mound.
Phineas walked toward her. His intense focus made her feel like prey. She shivered with arousal, wanting more. Tiffanie craved everything this dynamic man could share with her.
He dropped smoothly to his knees in front of her. “Show Daddy.”
His command resonated with rough need. Tiffanie bit her lower lip as she spread her thighs widely. Her hand shielded her pussy but couldn’t hide the wetness that covered her skin.
“Princess,” he said so softly she had to strain to hear him.
Instantly, she understood. She had pushed him to a risky point. Shifting her hands, Tiffanie stroked along her outer lips. A faint moan escaped from her, drawing his attention to her mouth.
Phineas reached out to trace his thumb across her lower lip. “No biting, Little girl.”
She dragged her teeth along her lip until it eased free. “Yes, Daddy.”
The flash of heat in his eyes thrilled her. She loved having his complete attention. No one had ever made her the center of their world. She corrected herself. Before Phineas.
A rough buzz sounded from behind him. Phineas didn’t turn around to check for his phone. “Fuck that. I’m busy. Show me, Princess.”
She trailed her fingertips through her pink folds, dipping into the wetness. She could hear her juices as she explored under his watchful gaze. “Daddy? Could you make me feel good again?”
“I would like nothing better, Tiffanie. Offer me a taste.”
Tiffanie lifted her hand from herself and held her fingers before his mouth. He inhaled deeply, savoring in her scent before licking the wetness from her skin.
“Mmm. I’ll never get enough of your flavor, Princess.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to the sensitive spot just above the seam of her pussy. His tongue darted out to thrash lightly across that thrilling location.
“More,” she begged.
Phineas reached out to cup her cheek, looking at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.
He glided his fingers through her hair to wrap around the back of her head as his other slid under her hip.
In a move that set the world in motion, he drew her slowly forward until her pussy pressed fully to his thick shaft.
Instantly, he ground his cock against her, sending shivery-good sensations through her.
She’d expected him to grab a condom from the end table next to the couch, but Phineas leaned forward to capture one of her delicate pink nipples.
He rolled the sensitive bud between his teeth with the exact strength to force her to waver between excitement and pain.
The small taste of ouchiness smashed through the last of her reserve.
Tiffanie wanted him so badly. He was absolutely a drug she couldn’t survive without.
He ignored her attempt to tempt him as she raised her hips toward him. She needed to come. But what he was doing with his mouth thrilled her.
“Please,” she moaned.
Phineas released her nipple with a pop of suction. “I’ll make you feel better, Princess.”
He finally grabbed a condom from the drawer and rolled it onto his cock. Placing himself at her entrance, he then pushed slowly inside until he was buried in her tight channel. His thick shaft stretched her, filling every bit of space inside her.
When he started moving, Phineas cupped her petite bottom in one hand, lifting and drawing her forward so he could go deeper and deeper inside. “You are so wet, Tiffanie. I love being wrapped in your heat.”
His sweet, whispered compliments stroked over her like caresses.
She adored that he talked to her and shared how much he enjoyed making love to her.
Tiffanie couldn’t doubt that her Daddy was as attracted to her as she was to him.
Electrifying sensations gathered around her as he stroked in and out of her body, shifting her slightly to find the right angle.
“Ohh!” burst from her lips as a climax slammed into her, shaking Tiffanie with its intensity. The pleasure erased all her inhibitions. She could only focus on receiving and returning the enticing feelings as her world narrowed to include the two of them.
He drew orgasms from her like they were Halloween treats. When he allowed himself to come, she held onto his shoulders as he roared his satisfaction into the room. Her Daddy gathered her to his chest as he collapsed backward onto the floor, holding her pounding heart to his own.
Neither of them spoke for several moments as they recovered, pressing kisses and sweet caresses to each other’s skin. Finally, Phineas whispered, “I think keeping you hot may have just become my number one goal in life.”
She grinned and winked at him. “I can’t wait, Daddy.”
Later, Tiffanie sat cuddled on her Daddy’s lap as they snacked on leftovers from the fridge. She wore his button-down shirt while he sported his boxer briefs. The throw was now draped over their combined laps. Tiffanie couldn’t imagine a world better than this.
“Have another bite.” Phineas tempted her with a bite of steamy macaroni and cheese.
Maybe she could handle one more forkful. She opened her mouth for him to place the treat inside and chewed happily. “Good, Daddy,” she mumbled. Even with the finely diced veggies he’d hidden in with the cheese sauce, she loved the flavor.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Tell me again, Little girl.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
That earned her a kiss. Repeating the magic phrase had secured the same reward all night long. “I love you too, Princess.”
“How did your afternoon go?” she asked with twinkling eyes.
“Hard,” he answered, giving her a stern look. “I had to hide behind my desk, a chart, a chairback, etc. A faint breeze over my fly reminded me of you and what was waiting for me when I got home.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She worked hard to keep herself from smiling.
“You are absolutely not apologetic, Little girl. That would be a lie. Do you know what happens to Little girls who don’t tell the truth?”
“They get spanked?” she asked.
“They end up with a hot bottom.” He set down the empty bowl of mac and cheese and plucked the cup from her hand before boosting her up to stand in front of him.
“I’m sorry now, Daddy!” she said, shifting from foot to foot as she struggled to figure out what to do.
“Usually, I would hold you over my lap, but you just ate. I don’t want to put pressure on your tummy. Face the coffee table, Little girl, and lean over to press your hands on the wooden top.”
“No, Daddy. I won’t tease you again.”
“Oh, you can tease me all you want, Princess. But no lies. This was a small untruth, so this will be a light spanking. Ten swats.”
“Ten? That’s a lot.”
“Do you want to try for fifteen?” he asked, giving her a reproving glance that warned Tiffanie to stop while she was ahead.
“No. Ten is good.”
“Hands on the table,” he said.
She slowly rotated and leaned over, pointing her bottom toward him.
Phineas raised the shirttail up to drape over her back.
The cool air rushing over her exposed skin made Tiffanie shiver.
All those stories she’d read about Little girls getting spanked rushed into her mind.
When her Daddy’s hand rubbed over her butt, she jumped.
“Let Daddy help,” Phineas said, standing and wrapping his arm around her waist as he pinned her in position. Without warning, he spanked her—three quick slaps in a row on her bare skin.
Tiffanie struggled to get away as heat built immediately on her skin. “No, Daddy! I’ll behave.” Why had she thought this sounded hot? Her punishment wasn’t good. She shook her head as she wiggled to free herself from his control. She did not succeed.
“I’m glad,” he said softly and landed three more quick swats on her tender skin. “That’s six, Little girl. Only four left.”
“That hurts, Daddy.”
“Spankings are a punishment, Tiffanie. That’s what helps you make better decisions next time.” He administered the last stinging smacks and rubbed her curves. “Good girl. You took your punishment very well.”
“I didn’t like that.”
“Perfect. If you had, I would need to find a better consequence for your bad behavior.” He didn’t elaborate on that frightening comment, but her mind went into overdrive. She didn’t want more than having her bottom reddened.
“I’ll be good.”
“That’s my sweet Little girl.”
Phineas sat and drew Tiffanie back onto his lap.
She hissed when her skin came into contact with his and tried to scramble off his lap down onto the cold leather.
Why did that slight taste of pain increase the sensual heat in her core?
She didn’t want to acknowledge her reaction.
Phineas’s powerful arm wrapped around her waist and held her in place, making her simmer.
“Spread your thighs on either side of my knees, Princess.”
When she hesitated, he warned, “I’ll be glad to add to your spanking if you’d prefer.”
Slowly, she moved as he had requested, leaving her thighs wide apart. He stroked a hand through her pink folds that were drenched with fresh juices. “Your body didn’t mind being reminded of who is in charge. Let’s see how fast Daddy can make you come.”
His fingers moved enticingly over her most sensitive spots. Her arousal shot up so quickly that her head spun from the delicious sensations. In minutes, she screamed her pleasure into the room, collapsing limply against his hard frame.
“Daddy. I love you, Daddy.”
He pressed his lips to her temple. “I love you, Tiffanie. I think it’s time my Little girl went to sleep.”
She nodded, completely wilted after everything she’d experienced. More orgasms than she’d thought were even possible had wiped out her energy. Tiffanie yawned and rested her head on his shoulder as Phineas gathered her into his arms and stood.
After he’d brushed her teeth and tucked her into the king-size bed, Tiffanie couldn’t keep her eyes open. She turned onto her tummy, giving her sore bottom a rest. After he slid Biff under her arm, his hand stroked over her hair and along her spine, soothing her.
“Sleep tight, Little girl. Daddy will join you in a few minutes when he gets everything closed down for the night.”
She waited for him to crawl in next to her but lost the battle and crashed into a deep slumber. When her dreams woke her several hours later, Tiffanie found herself asleep on her Daddy’s chest. Sighing happily, she closed her eyes and relaxed into a refreshing slumber.