Page 22 of Daddy's Pretty Baby

“Mmm, Daddy, I’m happy to share with you,” I mewled. “Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?” And licking the puzzle piece, I sampled my cunt juice. Fuck, I was slimy and tangy, the pussy cream turning me on. With another giggle I offered the piece to Robert. “Share Daddy?”

And like a good daddy, he too took a lick, sampling my personal nectar.

“That’s right baby,” he rumbled deep, blue eyes electric on mine. “Remember, taking turns and sharing, treating others just like you want to be treated. Those are the golden rules, and you’re such a good girl to share your win with Daddy. Now give me a kiss, baby, another kiss for this poor fool.”

And I didn’t hesitate then, I pressed my lips to his, playfully at first, just a small peck, intending to tease and flirt. But quickly it deepened into something else. Pretty soon Daddy was growling into my mouth, his hands cupping my boobs, squeezing the breastflesh, making me moan.

“Unnnh,” I grunted as he tweaked a nipple, pulling off the pink top with an audible pop. Oh god, the white nightgown was a thin, plain cotton, my hard nipples jutting out like rocks, begging to be touched, to be kissed. And I fully expected him to go for it, to feel his mouth descend on my boobs, for another hot session right here on the floor of the den. But instead, Mr. Lancaster held back.

“No honey, I wanted to chat with you a little,” he rumbled deep, pulling up from our kiss. I gasped a bit, resurfacing, my cunt running hard. I moaned once more, grinding my pussy against his thigh, unconsciously trying to tempt him, to lead him back into the lair. Hadn’t we both just shared a treat, sucking my fluid off a puzzle piece? Why did he want to talk right now? How weird. But Robert was an alpha and couldn’t be distracted.

“No baby,” he rumbled again, stroking my hair this time, running one big hand down my back. “Daddy wants to learn more about you.”

And slowly, my eyes fluttered open. Dammit, I wasn’t gonna be fucked hard, right here on the floor of the den. Dammit, dammit, instead we were going to “talk,” nothing could be less fun. But I tried to go with it, to seem excited.

“What Daddy?” I asked sweetly. The ease with which I called Robert “Daddy” now was shocking, the moniker just rolled off my tongue. “What do you want to know? How much I love you? How much I love having your dick in me?”

And he grunted, pleased.

“That’s true,” he acknowledged, dropping a kiss on the tip of my nose. “You do love having Daddy’s cock buried deep in those sweet folds, don’t you? But Daddy wants to know Melissa as well as Melly, you’re not a one trick pony. Now tell me honey, how did you find the ad for Valley Pine?”

And I sat back a little then, surprised. This was a total U-turn. I thought for sure we were gonna have a hot sex session, that’s how game nights, movie nights, swim lessons, everything ended between us. So why was he asking? Why did he want to know about Melissa? We hadn’t talked about my real self in a long time, it was like she almost didn’t exist anymore, well at least not here at Valley Pine. In my mind, Melissa was still alive and well, healthy and thriving, just on a vacation. So I was cautious. Melissa belonged to me, not to Robert. And my mood completely shifted, suddenly I was sober and serious, although my twat still gleamed wetly under the lights.

“What do you want to know?” I asked quietly, adjusting the nightgown so that it covered my thighs decorously, pink bits no longer on show.

A short pause.

“How you found your way here,” he repeated casually, voice smooth. “What brought you to the estate?”

And I nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Well Daddy,” I said. “You know my old living situation didn’t exactly work out. The girl I lived with was a bitch and ….” My voice trailed off. I wasn’t supposed to use bad words around the house. Uh oh. Was I in trouble now?

But Robert merely ignored it. Ah ha, so the rules changed depending on what we were talking about. If I was Melissa, then it was okay to be a woman, cussing, talking about taxes and politics, all sorts of grown-up stuff. But if I was Melly, then swear words were a big no-no, my mouth would be washed out with Listerine.

So I started again.

“I was in a tough living situation,” I repeated once more, my speech enunciated, clear like an adult. “We were evicted because the owner’s son wanted to move in, which is legal under NYC rental law. But my old roomie blamed it on me because I was always late with the rent, and I think our landlord hated us anyways. So we lost our apartment with only a few days’ notice.”

Mr. Lancaster face remained unreadable, giving nothing away although those blue eyes flashed briefly.

“A few days notice is definitely not kosher,” he remarked. “You girls were forced out illegally for sure. Next time something like that happens, tell me,” he said swiftly. “And I’ll get my staff on it. But go on,” he continued. “Wasn’t there someplace else you could go, couldn’t you stay with family for a few days?”

And I took a deep breath then because it was time to tell the truth, there was no way to gloss over my family situation.

“My dad, he’s in jail,” I said slowly. “Well, he might be out now, but I’m not sure, I haven’t talked to Ray in years.”

Mr. Lancaster’s eyes betrayed no surprise, but I was sitting so close to him, on top of him practically, that I could more feel than hear his deep inhale of air.

“That’s right,” I nodded again. “My dad is a felon, he held up a convenience store at gunpoint when I was five or so. So he went away, and my mom tried to raise me by herself. But Adele was really young, she had me when she was sixteen, so it was tough and she couldn’t manage very well. Adele put me in a home when I was six,” I said quickly then. “I don’t blame her, she was barely out of her teens herself, and she must have felt like there was no other choice.”

Mr. Lancaster was still as a rock, the only movement the deep rise and fall of his chest.

“So what you’re saying,” he said slowly, “is that you’re an orphan?”

I shook my head.

“No, not technically an orphan because both of my parents are alive as far as I know,” I said slowly. “Of course, I haven’t seen either Adele or Ray in years, so nothing’s for sure. But if what you’re really asking is if I grew up alone,” I said with a deep breath, “with no family, a ward of the state, then yes,” I finished. “Yes, I grew up in a group home and only left the shelter system recently.”

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