Page 18 of Poppy's Place

He kissed my forehead. “I know, sweet girl. Do you want a bath or shower before bed?”

I closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder. “I already washed my hair, so can we just take a quick shower?”

“It would be my pleasure, baby girl.”

We were at breakfast the next morning when Daddy gave me terrible news.

He had to go out of town for two nights because he had to speak at a conference far away. He asked me to go with him, but I would be stuck in the hotel room for most of the time by myself, and I had too much to do at home.

So, after spending all day with him on Saturday and having an amazing night with him, he had to catch a plane on Sunday morning.

I tried to be brave when he was saying goodbye to me, but there were still some tears. I couldn’t help it. Even in just the short time we’d been together, I’d grown so attached. I liked seeing him for lunch every day and dinner every night. And waking up with him was the best.

Even if I didn’t wake up with him every morning, I didn’t know if I could ever fall asleep again without him tucking me in.

Devyn and Cassie came over for a playdate on Sunday afternoon, and we watched Minions and ate a lot of popcorn. Too much popcorn. By the time they went home, my tummy hurt. But Cassie also gave me some very important advice. She told me that if I didn’t want my Daddy to leave, I had to give him a good reason to stay.

At first, I didn’t know what that meant, but when I took a shower all by myself and had to wash all of my parts—all by myself—I got an idea.

The only real rules I had from Daddy were to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day with at least two vegetables per day. And I had to make sure I didn’t stay up too late by myself. Easy.

So when Daddy called at nine o’clock to tell me a story before bed, I was wearing a skimpy, babydoll nightie and no bottoms. I asked him to FaceTime me so I could see his handsome face, but it also worked well because he could see me.

I was lying in bed with the lights on and held the phone far enough away that he could see my breasts through the sheer fabric. “I miss you, Daddy.” I placed my hand on my tit and gave it a squeeze before my fingers drifted lower, off the screen.

“I can see that, beautiful. What are you doing right now?”

“I was just thinking about you.” I tickled my clit by brushing my fingertip over it with just enough pressure to make me feel it.

Daddy groaned and leaned back on his bed. He was wearing a button-up shirt and looked very uncomfortable. Not at all like when he was being our playroom daddy, or even better, when he was naked at home with me.

“Little girl, are you touching yourself right now?”

I bit my lip and nodded dramatically. “Yes, Daddy. I just miss you so much.”

I could hear his clothes rustling in the background and wondered if he was taking out his cock too. “Good girls don’t touch their pussy when their Daddy isn’t around.”

I shoved two fingers inside myself and rubbed the heel of my palm over my clit, pushing up to give just the right amount of pressure. A moan escaped from my throat. “Some good girls do. Wanna see?” I spread my legs wide and lowered the phone so it was pointed right at my core.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re killing me.”

I pulled my fingers out and slid them through my folds, teasing my clit between them as I squeezed. Moaning again from the excitement of doing this for Daddy, I rolled my nub between my thumb and pointer finger until a spike of happy tingles shot through me. “It’s killing me that you’re not here. I need you to give me a special bath where your cock cleans me on the inside… And then gets me dirty all over again.” I could feel my orgasm building, so I moved my hand up to my tits and squeezed my nipples, pinching the ends and pulling at them to add the sting of pain to the mix.

“Baby girl, you know Daddy owns your orgasms. You don’t get to come until I tell you it’s allowed.” His breath was low and raspy, and I could tell by the way shoulders were shaking that he was enjoying my little show as much as I was.

My hands went back down to my opening and curled inside, searching for that special spot that Daddy knew how to find every time, but I was still looking for. “It’s not as good as when you touch me here, Daddy. Tell me how to make it better. Tell me how you make me feel so good.”

“Christ.” He took a deep breath and then gave in to the idea. “Roll the skin around your clit over it to make it less direct stimulation, and then tap your finger over the top in a quick but steady rhythm.”

I followed his instructions, and my breath hitched at how effective it was. He really did know all the tricks. I kept doing it as he watched, and when I started panting, he was panting too.

“Slip your fingers back into your pussy and get them nice and wet. Go deep and push along the inside. Feel how hot and soft and wet you are. Just slide in and out and pretend that’s Daddy’s big dick inside of you.”

“Yes, Daddy. I love when you touch me like this.” I propped the phone on my leg and used my other hand to squeeze my nipple. “You know just how to make me feel so good.”

I came hard with Daddy watching from his hotel room, stroking himself until he was grunting and coming into his hand as well. It wasn’t as good as when Daddy was actually with me, but it was good enough for a few days. I just hoped this traveling-without-me business wasn’t gonna happen very often.

I needed my Daddy with me all the time.

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