Page 24 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

I turn her gently. Her eyes shine with the tears she shed as her chin quivers. I thumb the tear away before it falls bringing it to my lips and licking it away, watching her pupils blow out.

“Say it again the right way this time, baby,” I command.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

It hits me right in the fucking balls and I nearly off load in my pants. She chose to use that word, and now it’s something that belongs to both of us. I think I should step away and give her room, but she’s looking at me like she needs me to keep her steady.

She goes to her knees, slipping out of my hold. There isn’t any shame in it. She’s giving penance as she tips her face up to me, her hands resting on her thighs and she’s a fucking miracle this girl.

“What else can I do to make it right?” she asks, completely wrecked from her punishment.

My hands curl. I hold myself back for her sake. There’s more she can do, but now that I’ve broken her I need to build her back up. “Stand up,” I tell her.

“Please,” she says, but it isn’t begging. It’s surrender.

I look at the ceiling because if I look at her face, I’ll do something rash. I’m taking care of her now. I’ve never been this fucking hard, I know I’ll give it to her soon enough.

When I collect myself, I reach down, framing her face. She shakes slightly, and I shush her softly as I put my forehead to hers. Together, we breathe until she’s steadier.

“You’re safe with Daddy,” I say, rubbing my thumbs against her cheeks. “Even when you’re in trouble.”

She nods, a tiny little motion. Then, she whispers, “I know.”

“Good,” I say. Then, I give her another rule. “You don’t hide from me. You don’t lie. You don’t make me guess what you need.”

“I won’t,” she says, the words coming out fast. “I’ll—” she cuts herself off to take a deep breath, her eyes not leaving mine— “I’ll be good.”

“You’ll be mine,” I correct, not because good isn’t true, but because it isn’t enough. “Not just a night. Not until you get your feet under you. You’re mine.”

Her breath catches. Then, she whispers, “I don’t want it to be temporary.”

“Then we do it my way,” I say, sliding one hand into her hair possessively, anchoring her. “Obey. Tell me the truth. Let me keep you.”

“I will.”

I believe her. God help me, I do.

After, she’s still on the floor. Shaky and glowing with the kind of relief that only comes when discipline is done right. She’s put back together enough for what I need her to do next.

I know I’m manipulating her for my pleasure but the train is barreling down the tracks and I’m helpless to stop what’s happening. She’s on her fucking knees in front of me and I know there’s a spot on the leg of my jeans that’s soaked through with my cum.

“You’re going to learn to apologize with your mouth, little girl,” I say, her eyes flashing with something that makes me feel dangerous. “Do you understand? You agreed to do as I say. I’m here to help you, baby. But you have to mind me, not matter what I tell you to do. That’s the deal. Even if it feels funny or wrong, I’m in charge, I want what’s best for you always, so you trust me, got it?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she works her tongue around her lips.

Keeping my hand in her hair, I undo my belt buckle. Then, I shove my pants and boxers down, finally freeing my thick cock. I’m so hard it hurts, and I can see the way her eyes widen at the sight. I watch the way her throat works.

“Open,” I say, tightening my fist to tilt her head back. “This is for your own good.”

As she parts those pretty, pink, plump lips, I groan. My free hand, I grab onto the base of my length. I step forward, resting it against her mouth, smearing the precum over the swell.

“Good girl,” I repeat, shifting my hips forward. “Now, you’re going to learn to suck. Have you ever done this before?”

She gets half a head shake in and that’s enough for me. Fuck, her mouth is virgin territory. She’s so docile, so ready to apologize and prove that she means what she says.

I push into her lush mouth slowly. She exhales through her nose; her eyes still locked with mine. Her tongue works against the bottom of my shaft, and I groan at the sensation.

“Eyes up here,” I demand, voice stern enough to mask the ache in my ribs. Her cheeks are dusted pink. I’m only a little over an inch into her mouth, and she’s already struggling.