Page 13 of Daddy's to Keep
In one breath, I recognized that he was giving me an out. Surviving on my own would be difficult though. It would be much easier with his assistance. I knew that and there was no doubt in my mind that he knew that too.
My pussy throbbed even harder.
As I sat there trying to weigh my options, I realized that it was really no choice at all. I was too aroused and too curious to listen to the anxious fear rumbling inside of me.
Right now, I could leave, but I knew myself. I’d regret that decision for the rest of my life.
It wasn’t really a choice at all. Not for me.
“I want to stay,” I told him haltingly.
“Refer to me properly, little girl,” he pressed. “You know what I expect to hear.”
I swallowed heavily and closed my eyes, even as my pussy pulsed with increasing intensity. I was so wet and that scared me as much as my ever-growing arousal. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them once again as I parted my lips so I could finally answer him before he decided I was taking too long.
“I want to stay, Daddy,” I whispered. The word ‘daddy’ felt foreign on my tongue, but a zing of arousal jolted through my core and settled right in my clit at the same time that a strong sense of curiosity and utter confusion surrounded me completely.
I didn’t know if I liked it, but I was keenly aware of the fact that he did. For some reason, that made me like it too.
My emotions swirled like a storm inside me. I was a mess of arousal, fear, excitement, incredible embarrassment and shame and I didn’t know how to handle it. He made it so that none of that mattered.
“Come here, little girl,” he instructed. “Stand in front of me.”
An extreme compulsion to obey him ripped through me and I found it impossible to fight. I pressed my heels into the floor and stood almost without thinking and when I started walking toward him, I finally realized what I was doing. There was something inside of me that wanted to obey him, a part of methat demanded that I answer to his firm dominance despite the even louder part of me that wanted to get away. Right now, that part was screaming at me to run.
It was too late for that now though. I knew that and he knew it too.
As I put one foot in front of the other, I reached him far faster than I wanted to. He reached for me, but he didn’t force me over his knee. Not yet.
Instead, he brushed his fingers down the side of my hip.
“Naughty little girls are spanked on their bare bottoms, aren’t they?” he said firmly, and a shiver of fresh arousal and terror raced down my spine. My pussy clenched tightly with need at the prospect of him seeing my most private of places for the first time and I found that I was frozen as I waited for what would come next.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered fearfully.
“Unbutton your jeans and push them down for me, little girl,” he instructed as his powerful eyes flicked up to meet mine. Inside them, I saw unequivocal command and before I could even think of turning around and bolting to the door, my fingers were fumbling with the metal button that held my jeans shut. Once it finally popped free, I slowly unzipped my jeans, keenly aware of just how loud it sounded in the silence of the room.
With a quiet hum of fear, I hooked my fingers underneath the waistband of my jeans and pushed them down just a little before my terror made me hesitate. I glanced up at him and there was a certain sense of expectation in his gaze that made me push them down my hips a bit further until they reached the tops of my thighs.
“All the way down, little girl,” he instructed.
I obeyed, pushing my jeans down until they pooled around my ankles. He reached for me and when his fingers brushed against the bareness of my hip, a lightning bolt of desire raced straight down to my clit.
“Hands on the back of your head, little girl. Daddy is going to take your panties down so that he can spank your bare little bottom,” he said firmly, and I tensed for a long moment before my hands nervously lifted and grazed the back of my head. My fingers wove together, and a soft whine escaped my throat.
His fingers slid under the lace of my panties and I panicked for a second as I tried to remember what pair I was wearing, if they were cute or even remotely pretty. I glanced down, catching the lavender color and I sighed almost in relief, knowing that they were simple but at least somewhat attractive. The hem was lined with a thick band of lace and as he ran his fingers beneath them, I sucked in a breath as the raw chemistry of his touch against my skin rattled me senseless.
When he finally began to pull my panties down, he didn’t rush either. He took his time as I stood there in front of him. Inch by painstakingly slow inch, he revealed my most private of places and I shuddered, realizing that his gaze hadn’t left the cusp of my thighs. He didn’t reach for me, but his eyes on my skin felt like he was touching me all the same. My pussy clenched hard and when he’d finally pushed my panties all the way down, his thumbs grazed over my hip once more.
My pussy was bare. I didn’t have any hair down there and he’d be able to see everything.
He reached for the seat of my panties and stared at them for a long moment.
“Your panties are soaked, little girl. You’ve left quite a wet spot for Daddy to find,” he murmured gently, and an embarrassed squeak died in the back of my throat. I chewed on my lower lip and he cleared his throat.
“Look at Daddy, little girl,” he said firmly.
I forced myself to lift my head and meet his eyes, feeling a hot flush pass over my face at his observation. I was so ashamed. He’d probably think there was something wrong with me for reacting like this.
