Page 28 of Mariah

“I want you very much,” he affirmed. “Not tonight, but someday soon. I want to taste you and I want to bury my cock in your sweet little pussy and eventually in your tight little ass.” To drive home his point, he pressed his thumb harder against her hole.

“Have you ever had a Daddy’s cock here?” he asked, certain the answer would be no.

“I’ve never had anything anywhere!” Mariah cried. “Just a plug, I mean, but…”

His jaw dropped and he stopped immediately, pulling her into a sitting position on his lap. “You’re a… virgin?” he asked incredulously.

With big fat tears falling fresh down her cheeks, she nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, sweetheart!” Feeling like the biggest cad, he rushed to assure her, wiping her tears. “Don’t be sorry! Daddy is sorry. I should have asked that and not just assumed. Don’t worry, little one, I don’t need to hurry.”

“You don’t?” Her head jerked up and she stared directly into his eyes, her expression suspicious. “I thought boys only wanted one thing?”

Oh hell. He should have seen that coming. He knew enough about Mariah to know she’d been kicked out as a teen after a very strict and religious upbringing. Her parents had clearly done a number on her before she’d left. Shaking his head, he took her hand, pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. “Boys may only want one thing, I won’t deny that. But, honey, I’m a man. And a man believes that good things are worth the wait.”

She pulled back from his embrace and stared at him in awe. “I’m not sure… I don’t think I’m ready, and I don’t know when I will be. You don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind at all. It sounds like you are drawing a boundary, and I always respect boundaries. In fact, I have a few of my own.”

Her eyes widened. “You do?” she whispered. “What are they?”

“Well, this isn’t really the time I’d planned on talking about that—”

“I want to know, and besides, there’s no time like the present,” Mariah quipped.

He hesitated. She had him there.

“What are your boundaries, Daddy?” she asked eagerly.

“I’ll tell you but let’s finish talking about yours. Sex is off the table. I’m fine with that. I want to ask you something though, and I expect you to answer me honestly, not just tell me what you think I want to hear.”

“Okay.”

“Were you planning to wait until marriage?”

“I don’t know… maybe? I mean… that’s what was expected of me and what I used to think I wanted. But I haven’t really thought about it in years. Haven’t needed to,” she rushed to defend her answer.

“I don’t mind, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Okay. Maybe. I think so.”

She still seemed unsure in her answer, like she was afraid he wouldn’t want to be her Daddy if sex wasn’t on the table.

“It’s fine,” he reassured her again. “I can wait. I don’t mind waiting. In fact I like the idea very much.”

“You do?” She seemed like she couldn’t quite believe what he was saying.

“Very much,” he reiterated.

“What are your boundaries?” She changed the subject.

“No purposefully dangerous behavior for one, and well, I’m not sure the second thing is a boundary so much as something I just need you to understand.”

“Okay. What is it?”

“I will always punish for things exactly the same. There won’t be a sliding scale. It won’t get progressively worse depending on how many times you break it. It won’t change. And that’s for my own sanity.”

Mariah nodded. “I understand.” She leaned forward and rested her head on his chest. “Are we done talking now?”