Communicate with Daddy pt. 7
Unfortunately, Cam had a conference to attend this weekend. The good news. I've been withholding orgasms from my little slut. She's so desperate to jump on her Daddy's cock, trying not to curse me out as I force her to drink down cum twice a day, every day, for two long weeks.
I've spent all day dealing with idiot clients and working through lunch. I need release. Filling the doorway to my office, I hear music from her room. "Jennifer Renee. Downstairs. Now." There is no use being polite. I won't be with her hot, wanton body. She doesn't answer, and I feel I'm about to hand out a severe punishment. If that little slut is touching herself. My blood pressure rises, and I take the stairs two at a time. I don't bother knocking, exploding through the door. She jumps with a yelp, snapping the pencil in her hand, sitting at her desk. Laid out before her is a journal I didn't know she kept.
"Daddy, that's personal." She whines like a little fucking brat as I swipe it, skimming through the pages. "Daddy, please. It's private."
My hardened glare is enough to shut her up, and she plops on her bed, wrapping her arms around her knees and hiding her face. Maintaining my composure, flatly declaring, "There are no secrets to be kept from me. Ever. I own you, daughter. You know the rules. Or do you need a reminder?"
Turning her face to me, her cheek squished against her tightly wound legs. She's adorable, looking so innocent, and it burns off some of my frustration. I can't help but feel smug and downright wicked reading through her entries.
'Daddy tortured me today, walking around with no shirt after working out. I could see the outline of his dick, and I started to drool. He's so fucking hot, and I love watching him when he thinks I'm not looking. I can't tell anyone because they'll think I'm some sick whore. But I want to be daddy's sick whore. I bet he has the biggest cock. I'm doing everything I can to sneak a peak when he showers.
'I'm saving myself for him. He and Autumn fight more and more. I can give him what he needs if he just lets me. Oh, Daddy, let me be your girl. PLEASE!'
'I don't even know how to think. I tried so hard to pass that test, but all my friends think I'm stupid and tell me all I'll be good for is fucking and pushing out babies. Maybe they're right. Daddy is going to be furious with me and he probably already thinks I'm a dumb stupid whore not worth anything.'
'I have never been more terrified, turned on, and felt so naughty as I do right this very instant! OMG! He TOUCHED me. It was rough and dirty, and holy fucking shit. When he found out I was a virgin, FUCK, I felt his DICK turn into steel. He held me in his lap and made me cum so hard on his fingers. And OMG he forced me to suck on him, and I've never tasted anything so yummy. And I was right. Daddy has the BIGGEST cock I have seen or imagined. I LOVE how mean he is calling me his whore and slut. It makes me horny. And I think he's going to fuck me. I am crossing all my digits and praying to every god. TBC...'
'My pussy hurts in every way. I am so sore. But it's like the way Megan describes getting high. Daddy is a drug and I get so fucking high on his cock. When he first put it in me, I was in so much pain because he was so big. But he was a downright gentleman about all of it. Daddy has GAME. I hope he never has sex with that awful bitch ever again. He has no idea how mean she is to me when he's gone. I'm going to have Daddy's baby and we can be a proper family. My dreams are coming true!!!!!
Knowing how badly she wanted me only ramps up my desire. It cements my plans. I'm curious and turn to her latest entry. Her discomfort amuses me as a discomfited whine squeaks out of her. I smirk, "Something to add, baby girl?"
"No," she barks without bite, grabbing a pillow and curling around it.
'I don't know why Daddy is mad at me. He keeps promising me something extra special and all he's doing is torturing me. I haven't cum in almost two weeks. When I try to he pulls out and makes me suck him off. I'm so ANGRY. If I ask, he'll spank me with the belt again. But if I can't cum, I don't want that, because it will only make me want it MORE. He says he wants me to be his dirty slutty whore, but what he really wants is a good little girl, and I'm trying so hard for him. Does he want a baby? Is that why he's mad? I have to talk to him. That's how this all started. If I just ta—
I loathe guilt. It has no place in my life, especially now that Autumn is out of the picture. Gently closing her precious journal, I carefully set it on her desk. I kneel next to the bed, pushing the curtain of hair away from her eyes. "Baby girl, you think I'm mad at you?"
A tiny shudder rakes through her. I force her to scoot and lie next to her on the bed. I forget she's young and too impressionable for mind games. I pushed her too far, making her wait for our schedule to align with Cam. I wanted him to be able to make her cum as a reward. It will be worth it. I have to convince her to wait one more day. Kissing her forehead, I wipe her plump tears from her flush cheeks with the pad of my thumb, sucking the salt off my skin. Her tears taste almost as good as her cunt. Almost.
"Baby, I am not mad, and I am not punishing you." Making my voice small, coaxing her from her shell. "I'm withholding because when I do let you orgasm, you'll see fucking stars. I'm going to cum from your screams alone. I love giving my little slut all the pleasure. It may feel like torture, but I *promise* you, it's not." Her tear-soaked lashes blink at me, studying the truth on my face. "I want this beautiful life we've made together." I slide my hand beneath her shirt, pressing my entire palm to her tummy. "When you're swelling with my child, fuck, I can't wait for it. And I'm not stopping with this one. I want at least three or four children. I want to leave a beautiful legacy with you, baby girl."
I grab the pillow, tugging it away from her to her rough complaint. "Stop hiding, Jenny." Admonishing her continued bratty behavior. I grab her wrists and roll us, pinning her hands above her head with one hand. Her taunting heat presses against my semi. I roll my hips, creating the perfect friction, sending all my blood to my cock as I think about her hot cunt. Watching her eyes go dark with fire.
"I've been so good, Daddy. Please. I won't try to cum, just fill me up, let me feel you inside me. Please." The last word is a pathetic cry, turning me on. I've turned her into a broken needy slut.
Licking the little hollow of her throat up, nipping her chin. "So wet and needy for Daddy?"
"Yes." Her breathy response urges me on.
Groping her tit and squeeze, grazing back and forth against her nipple. Her eyes flutter, arching into the touch as much as I'll allow, anyway. "Are you getting sore yet, baby? Extra sensitive?" She bites her lip, holding back a moan, nodding. "I'm making you a promise, Jenny. My beautiful daughter of my perfection. I will let you cum. One more day. Twenty-four hours. That's all I ask. Can you do that for your Daddy?"
"Gods, why are you making me wait? I don't understand." Nothing is more intoxicating than the raw hope and desperation paining her face. I get off on it every fucking time.
Enthralled by her mouth, I slide my tongue in as she opens, hungry for attention. Controlling the kiss, demanding reciprocation is pointless because my slut wants it. She feels like she's drowning and dying. An untrained whore doesn't know that this pain is worth the sacrifice. Our lips are suctioning, popping off with a wet noise. "Let me ask you a question." I roll my hips again, and she groans. "Don't you think this is torture for me, baby? Do you have any idea what it's like to not fuck you? To ram my dick so far inside your cunt you scream so loud the neighbors can hear it? Do you think I don't want that?"
I'm fucking steel, and my balls hurt so severely I could murder someone. Blood pulses, throbbing. Every fucking nerve in me is a short circuiting. Running the tip of my nose, across her forehead, the bridge of her nose and lips. "Twenty-four hours, and I promise relief for us both."
Her lips disappear as she worries, her brow puckers. But she nods. "I trust you, Daddy. But what makes tomorrow so special?"
Mischief and madness. I shut her up her questions with a very drawn-out lingering kiss. "You'll find out."
I've kept the details to myself. Cam thinks this will be a typical hang. I cannot wait to watch him sink his fat cock into my tight whore. Then we're going to spend all weekend fucking her until she's boneless and spent.
