The Daddy Dom

Part 26; Go on

Come and sit with me" he said, beckoning her over. Charlotte obliged, scooting toward him and tentatively settling herself between his legs. She leaned back against his chest and he put an arm around her shoulders, giving her a kiss on the head. Charlotte relaxed.

"What is your favorite fruit?", he asked, opening the box of strawberries.

"I love raspberries," she answered, "and passionfruit in summer after a long swim."

"What about strawberries?" He asked, picking one from the box. "Do you like them?" He traced the red fruit along her lips, stopping when she opened her mouth to take it in. When she again closed her mouth he continued to trace her lips.

"Yes, I like strawberries," she said, as though talking directly to the strawberry tempting her lips. She opened her mouth again to take a bite. He moved the hand holding the strawberry to the side, and pressed his mouth into her neck.

"Don't be greedy, Charlotte," he whispered into her neck, before putting the strawberry into his own mouth.

He took another one from the box and again began to trace her lips with it.

"Say 'please, daddy', and you can have it," he said quietly, taking her chin into his free hand and pushing her face upwards, so that she was looking into his.

At this Charlotte's stomach tightened and she blushed, trying to avert her eyes but he held her firmly in place. Charlotte would have been far too embarassed to say such a thing for a simple bite of a strawberry, but this was not just about a strawberry. This was a fundamental establishment of the relationship that he was intent on achieving, and the firm grip on her chin left little room for refusal.

"Say it, Charlotte, say 'please, daddy'"

Charlotte's eyes fixed on the leaves of the tree above them as she struggled to find the words.

"It's alright, just say the words" he whispered patiently, wrapping the arm with the strawberry around her stomach for comfort.

"Please daddy," Charlotte exhaled, in an almost inaudible whisper.

His stomach churned involuntarily.

"Look at me when you say it."

Charlotte looked at him. His eyes were cold but he was smiling. He nodded slightly, urging her on.

"Please, daddy" she said quietly without averting her gaze.

For a moment that seemed to last forever he didn't react, but then he gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and placed the strawberry into her mouth, watching her chew. She looked away, cheeks still flushed.