Page 32 of Daddy's Rules

With slow, languid movement, I tug her leggings down to her ankles, then lift each foot, taking my sweet time about freeing her. Climbing back on top of her, I kiss gentle pecks around the top edge of her panties. She gasps when my tongue traces along the lacy edges around her thighs. I chuckle darkly and my teeth nip her before I grasp the material between my teeth and drag her panties down.

Once I’ve tossed her pretty pink panties over my shoulder, I grab her ankle, tugging her leg straight and to the lower corner of the mattress. I do the same with the other one before I demand, “Keep your legs just like this.”

She’s trembling and naked, so aroused her inner thighs glisten. I groan, stifling the desire to fuck her gorgeous body. “Baby, you’re a goddess,” I tell her. “Such a fucking goddess.” I moan when I stroke a finger through her folds and lift it to my lips. “Jesus,” I groan, licking my digit clean.

I stroke her again, taking a few seconds to circle her nub and watch her hip lift and then I climb beside her so she’s nestled in the crook of my arm. I snake one hand around to tease her nipple while my other traces its way down her belly to gently stroke between her legs. Purposefully slow, I draw little blissful, tortured moans from her.

“That feels so good,” she breathes, leaning into my hand. “Oh, God. Please!” I stroke and caress while I nibble at her nipple, pulling it between my teeth just enough to make her moan.

“Do you like that?” I ask in her ear. “Does that pretty little pussy need Daddy’s attention?”

“Love it. Yes!” she calls out. She’s already breathing heavily and panting, her chest flushed pink and her eyes rolling back in bliss.

“Come,” I tell her. “Come for me.” Her lids flutter closed and she turns her head just as her body tenses. She bucks beneath my hands, writhing in ecstasy.

“Good girl,” I coax as I continue to fondle her. “Just like that, baby.” A low moan trails from her swollen lips as she climaxes with abandon. I stroke and fondle until she goes limp on the bed, spent. “Good girl,” I tell her. “That’s my sweet girl, obeying Daddy like that. Now tell me, baby. Do you see how much I want you?” Nodding, she buries her head on my chest and curls into me.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I was a silly girl.”

“Well, you’re vulnerable right now,” I tell her. “That’s totally normal. When I discipline you, you have to let your guard down so you can trust me. I’m just an ass for not seeing that you needed me to show you how beautiful you are.”

“I don’t know,” she says. “It has been a tricky situation and I know you’re worried because you’re older but I don’t want to be platonic anymore. I want to be yours—all yours.”

“Yeah, baby?” I ask, brushing the hair off her forehead before leaning down to kiss her temple. “Good, then. Because you are mine. And dammit, I want all of you. Your hopes and fears. Your dreams and fantasies. Your giggles, tears, and pouts. And your muffins.”

“My muffins?” she says, giggling.

“Yup. Definitely those.” I hold her close. Maybe it was a mistake backing off. She clearly needs more than just discipline and care. She deserves a full on, all in daddy dom.

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