Page 12 of Daddy King

It sounds wrong, but it feels right. It feels right for me to call him Daddy, feels right to give him everything I have, and it feels right to be a princess in his eyes and a queen in his arms.

Daddy isn’t ashamed to tell me that I’m his princess, and he’s certainly not afraid to show me I’m his little girl.

It’s funny how a ball night and a couple of hours in his presence renders me in a state of dependence. I was once a girl with her own mind, but now I look at him for everything I do.

“I’m your little girl, Daddy,” I answer him, blushing under the sheet that I had pulled over my nose.

“And,” he leans down to yank the sheet from my lips to slant his over mine.

“And I have to listen to Daddy, only you know what’s best for me.”

He growls huskily, “My good girl, you’re learning fast.”

I giggle bashfully, fluttering my lashes at his praise.

This man could say anything, and I would do everything to hear his voice, it’s so velvety and sensual. A flow of a river, calming my thumping heart only for it to pace in a rhythm of giddiness.

He snakes an arm under my waist, pulling me up to make me sit on my butt as my eyes swivel up and down, it stays down as I look at the large tent in his pants after he had fixed himself. I had thought we were done with our activity after he used my mouth two more times, but he tore my short uniform off and got between my legs.

He demanded that I was to never wear something as revealing as a French maid dress ever again unless it’s for his eyes only.

I was uncomfortable and self-conscious when I laid naked on his bed, and he remedied that by showing me his sculpted body with gorgeous designs on his tanned skin.

I have never seen such a specimen as perfect as him. Though I have never seen a man naked before Daddy, he’s the first in many things that I have experienced.

“I will move the wedding to tomorrow,” Daddy said, and I cock my head in confusion.

Lifting the sheets to my chest, “There’s no need to rush, Daddy. I can wait.”

“I can’t,” he rumbles, murmuring on my lips.

I close my eyes and kiss him back, happily soaking in on his attention.

“You have no idea what you do to me, little girl.” Daddy nips on my bottom lip, tugging on it with his teeth.

“I want to give you the best; you will have your wedding and I will wait until it is over to have your little pussy. Then, I will take care of you. You just lay there and let me breed your cunt like a good girl you are, isn’t that right?”

I whimper, my pussy throbs dully. “Yes, Daddy. I’m a good girl.”

He hums, leaning back just a touch and brushes my hair behind my ear. The messy black locks are tangled and knotty, it’s a bird’s nest made from his big hands tugging and fisting around them, and me rolling my head around his silk sheets.

“You don’t have to worry about preparation, I have them taken care of. You will never lift a hand for the rest of your life again, your little hands are not supposed to do labor and I’d be damned to let you get hurt under my watch.” a protective hiss ignites a fire in his eyes, I take the rest of my courage to tip my chin up and smooch our lips together.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

I thank him for being so kind to me, so doting on a girl who has no wealth to give him, and so utterly devoted to me when I’m too shy to return the passion in his heart.

Daddy curls his big hand around my neck and just holds, my pulse kicks up in anticipation.

“Never thank me for putting you first.” his pupils dilate, taking over the brown specs with obsidian.

“You are my priority, now to forever.”

I gasp, slapping my hands down on his other hand and shake my head quickly. That would be a huge problem, he can’t put me first. This isn’t about me or my pitiful background, I’m alright with being second place as I’m used to it.

“I shouldn’t be!” I ramble on, “Daddy’s kingdom should come first, you are the King and your people need you to put their needs ahead of me. I’m don’t need much, I can live with the minimum.”

“Are you finished?”