Caminah Smuts

Yess Daddy

Camila Cabello had a dominant personality. Everybody could see that she liked to have things go her way. She liked to be in control. And whenever that didn't happen, everyone would have to deal with a very grumpy Camila. The only person who could put up with grumpy Camila was Dinah. And that's because Camila took her anger out on her in very different, strange, and welcomed ways. Whilst Camila would usually give everybody else the silent treatment, or the opposite, wouldn't shut the fuck up; Dinah knew just the way to make Camila happy. Camila was lying across the couch in the tour bus, on her phone, scrolling through Tumblr. She obviously hadn't bothered leaving the bus all day, her hair was messy and she wasn't wearing any make up. She was lounging around on a pair of faded jeans and a baggy t-shirt that she probably got off one of her old boyfriends. That thought made Dinah sad. Dinah entered the bus and shut the door behind her, heading straight for her bunk. But as she passed, Camila grabbed the belt loop of her jeans and tugged her backwards.

"Um, what're you doing?" She asked Camila quietly.

"What are you doing?" Camila snapped in response.

Dinah could immediately feel the tension, "I was going to get my headphones. Jake can't find his and I said he could borrow mine for a few hours..."

"You've spent three hours with Jake today," Camila said matter-of-factly, "I'm pretty sure I told you that an hour a day would suffice, didn't I?"

Dinah swallowed hard and her cheeks turned red as she looked away from her friend. "Y-yes but... we were just talking I promise... nothing happened I..."

"I believe you baby girl," Camila said, hearing the tone of guilt in Dinah's voice. "Come. Sit down here," Camila said, patting the small space beside her, "If you can talk with Jake for three hours, surely he won't mind you talking with me for a little bit, am I right baby girl?"

Dinah shuddered as she sat on the edge of the couch, taking Camila's hand in her own. She brought Camila's hand to her mouth and started to kiss each of her fingertips gently. Camila still hadn't talked to Dinah about the VMA's. Camila was angry at Dinah for talking to Jake at the VMA's after she had been specifically instructed not to. She let Dinah kiss her fingers, but when she least expected it, she slipped two into her mouth. "We need to talk. About the VMA's. And about a few days over the past few weeks. Where you've been spending more than an hour with Jake. And even when I've said you're not to spend any time with him whatsoever! You've been so naughty, haven't you little girl?" She asked.

Dinah immediately sucked the smaller girl's fingers, taking them deep into her mouth, and swirling her tongue around them as she pulled away. "I'm sorry daddy..."

"What did you say?"

"I-I said I'm sorry..."

"Sorry what?"

"Daddy."

Camila's lips curled up at the corners, and she ran her thumb over Dinah's bottom lip, pulling it down and showing her beautiful teeth off. "You know a simple apology doesn't make daddy not want to punish you. You have to be taught, don't you DJ?" She asked, giving the young girl a sharp slap across the face.

Dinah's hormones were raging and she quickly nodded, knowing that the quicker she agreed with Camila, the faster she'd be able to have Camila inside of her. Dinah quickly wrapped her lips around Camila's fingers again, sucking them as though she were sucking something else of Camila's. Camila groaned deeply, her jeans suddenly feeling doubly tight. "I love you daddy." Dinah whispered, licking excess drool from Camila's hand. "I love you so much."

"Stop that," Camila snapped, pulling her hand away and sitting up properly. She wrapped her arm around Dinah's waist and pulled her across her lap. "You've been a bad girl. Flirting with boys. Disobeying daddy's orders. You have no respect for me and you need to be taught."