Page 36 of Daddy's Princess

Oliver leans in and gives me a soft, sweet kiss. When I try to deepen the kiss, he uses his gentle grip on my face to hold me back. “Not yet, naughty girl. Rules first.”

My pussy clenches and my inner hussy yells,‘yes, I’m your naughty girl!’

“Rule number one: nothing happens without your permission. If you want nothing but vanilla sex—that’s what we will do. And it’ll be fucking spectacular. Rule number two: I am Oliver. We move at your pace and your comfort level. I was serious when I said that if you only ever want to explore dominance and submission at the club, that’s what we will do. If we aren’t at the club and you want or need your daddy, all you have to do is say ‘daddy.’ Okay?”

My eyes sting with unshed tears at this sweet, sexy man. He can be gruff and dominant, but he has shown me a side of himself that I know he doesn’t show many people. He’s being gentle with me, and it makes me want to give him everything.

In just a few short days, he’s knocked down my walls and stormed straight into my heart. I’m not foolish enough to call it love, but it’s definitely something.

“Okay,” I whisper, not trusting my voice.

“What’s my name?” he asks, his eyes boring into me so deep that I swear he can see into my soul.

I will myself to focus. I’m still reeling from everything Oliver has said. I truly believe that he would be fine if we never scened outside of Bidden and Bound. He wouldn’t hold it against me. Though we haven’t discussed it, I have a feeling that he doesn’t want a part-time submissive. He’s the kind of daddy who wants a full-time babygirl. Maybe not a total power exchange, but I get the impression just by how he’s been with me today, that he craves the role of caregiver. It’s what makes him perfect for the role of a daddy dom.

The frightened woman inside me who is still damaged from Cody’s abuse wants me to do the safe thing. Then there is the little girl inside me begging me to pretty please be brave. That things could be different this time. She’s whispering ‘Oliver’ in my mind over and over again like a plea.

That little girl is a dreamer. I thought that Cody had snuffed the hopeful dreamer out with his cruelty, but it’s still there. Burning bright and true.

“Daddy.” The title falls from my lips easily. It feels so right to say it that I find myself repeating it. “Daddy.”

Oliver’s eyes turn ravenous. “Again. Say it one more time.”

“Daddy.” I gasp as his lips crash into mine.

Our kiss is sloppy and frantic. Our teeth clash, our tongues duel madly for control that I happily give over to him. He strips me of my bra and then falls to his knees in front of me again. My knees nearly buckle at the first swipe of his tongue on my clit. In fact, if it weren’t for his quick reflexes in grabbing my hips, I probably would have fallen. He licks and sucks my clit until I’m on the very edge of release. Just one more lick, and I’ll fall into oblivion. That’s when Oliver stops, stands, then tosses me bodily onto the bed. I let out a little shriek as I come down on the mattress.

His eyes roam over my body with an untamed intensity as he strips his clothes. I don’t get to thoroughly appreciate his amazing body because as soon as his last bit of clothes hit the floor, he’s crawling on the bed. I giggle when he kisses my ankle.

“Ticklish?” he asks with a devilish smirk before doing it again. I giggle again, and fruitlessly try to jerk my foot out of his grip. Thankfully, he has mercy on me and moves his attention upwards. He kisses his way up my body, purposefully ignoring my needy pussy. When he gets to my breasts, he sucks first one nipple then the other into his mouth. He switches back and forth, torturing my tender buds until every lick and suck sends a line of fire straight to my clit.

“Daddy, please,” I plead with him to stop the delicious torture.

With a shift of his hips, he rubs his cock over my soaked pussy. His hot hard length slides over my clit, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him even closer.

“Naughty girl,” he tsks, gripping my legs and unwrapping them from his waist.

I can’t hold back my whimper of disappointment when he pulls his hips back. If he stops now, I will die. I could literally cry with relief when he shifts slightly and notches his cock at my entrance.

“You want daddy’s cock, babygirl?”

He slides the tip up and around my clit, then back down through my slick folds. Again, and again teasing me with the promise of his thick cock.

“Yes, daddy. Please fuck me!”

I cry out in surprise when his palm cracks down on my thigh. “Language.”

“Sorry, daddy.”

He gives me a stern look that would maybe be more believable if he wasn’t fighting back a smile. “Maybe you don’t want my cock,” he says teasingly.

Oliver leans back on his heels and looks down at me, spread out before him like a naughty offering. “Maybe you don’t need my cock. Maybe you need a spanking instead.”

My pussy clenches at that, and a moan escapes my lips.

“What do you want, babygirl? Do you want to be spanked or fucked?”

“Oh God, both. Please, daddy. Please.”

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