She hadn't meant to say it.
But she had said it, and there was no taking it back. It was out in the open, and now all that was left was to see how Lucy was going to react.
Keira lay frozen, trying to calm herself down but finding it rather difficult, given the word that had just fallen from her lips. Her girlfriend had been giving it to her so good that she had, just for a split second, lost control of her inhibitions. But that split second had been all it took for her to moan out "Daddy," as Lucy's strap pounded into her.
As the silence dragged on, Lucy's cock still inside her, Keira got more and more afraid that she had just fucked up their relationship. That was it, it had been fun. Now Luce was going to think she was a freak, and probably leave her.
"Luce," she whispered, trying to hold back tears. "I'm so sorry."
Only now did she dare to look up at her girlfriend, trying to gauge how she was reacting, expecting to find a disgust. On the contrary however, when her eyes met Lucy's , she was surprised to see that, instead of any type of negative reaction, the taller woman was licking her lips, eyes dark, gazing down at Keira with a predatory expression.
"You should be sorry," she growled, and Keira was just about to start crying when Lucy continued her thought.
"Good little girls," she said, beginning to rock her hips again. "Don't keep secrets from Daddy. Good little girls are supposed to tell Daddy about their kinks, not keep them in."
Keira moaned, both in relief (at the fact that Lucy wasn't horrified or turned off) and in pleasure.
"Oh my God," she gasped. "Lucy , are you- fuck!- are you sure?"
Luce grabbed Keiras hips, picking up the pace of her renewed thrusts.
"Is that my name, little girl? I don't think so. What do you call me, Keira ?"
"Daddy," moaned Keira , trying to meet Lucy's thrusts but finding it difficult, given her girlfriend's hands on her hips, pushing instead of pulling, keeping her relatively still.
"That's right," said the older woman, leaning down to nip at Keira's lips. "Good girl. Now, where were we?"
Lucy leaned down to kiss Keira's , releasing her hips and allowing the younger girl to grind against the toy inside of her. One of her hands wrapped around one of the younger girl's wrists, doing nothing to truly keep her still but serving as a reminder of who was fucking whom. When the taller woman parted their lips, Keira couldn't stop herself from moaning it aloud again.
"Daddy," she gasped, getting used to the fact that she could say it aloud now, that Lucy was more than okay with it, that she could express her pleasure at having Daddy's cock inside her without any consequences to her relationship.
"That's right, keir ," said Lucy . "Normally, Daddy would tell you to be quiet, but right now... Right now..."
As she spoke, her thrusts grew more and more rapid, driving deeper into Keira with the hand not around her wrist palming at her girlfriend's breast.
"Right now, Daddy doesn't care who hears you moaning for me. Don't care who we wake up, baby."
Keira flushed crimson- she was a loud person, and that fact certainly translated into the bedroom. Teammates had complained before about being able to hear every detail of how Lucy fucked her through thin hotel walls, and the thought of it happening again, at home, while embarrassing, also made her undeniably wet. She knew it made Lucy wet too, the thought of Keira being so focused on how well her Daddy fucked her that everything else faded to background noise.
