Page 25 of Gideon

I nodded slowly, my heart beating like it was a big engine.

“I need words, baby girl. I will be strict and have rules, but no one will ever look after you better than I will.”

But I wanted more. But if two weeks was all that was on offer, I’d be insane to turn it down. What would it be like to finally relax? Even if that was only for two weeks?

“Yes please,” I whispered.

“Good girl.” His smile was blinding, and I basked in his approval. “I know all this is hard, so we’re going to take it a little bit at a time. I’m going to get you some lunch—”

I shook my head. “I ate at work,” and my tummy was too full of worry for more.

Daddy sent me a stern look. “Well, you need a nap, and I don’t want you to be too full before that, so I’ll get something ready for after.” He booped my nose with his finger. “Little and often. You just had a big worry and I’m sure all that’s taking up space in there.”

I stared in amazement. How did he know? He stood, holding me easily, then deposited me gently. “Do you need to go potty?”

I squirmed. Now that he mentioned it…

“You know where the bathroom is, but please leave the door ajar so I can hear you.”

I gaped. “You can’t listen to me pee!”

He chuckled. “Well, not yet, but eventually I hope you won’t care. We’ll see how young your Little is first. But today I just want the door open, so I know you’ll be safe. You’ve had a very stressful morning, and I don’t want you to pass out and hurt yourself.” Then he picked up a pen and walked over to the whiteboard. I stared as he wrote along the top in big letters, “Abby’s Naughty List.” He paused and glanced back, arching an eyebrow as if he was waiting for me to do as I was told. I dashed into the bathroom because I didn’t want to give him any excuse to write more, and at the last minute turned on the faucet so he couldn’t hear me. I took care of business, then stood and flushed. Daddy appeared as if he’d been waiting for me and guided me to the sink, turning the faucet to warm, checking the temperature, then calmlywashed and dried my hands. I was so shocked I didn’t say a word.

I wasn’t sure I liked it as he led me to the bed and tucked a cozy throw over me, then bent and kissed my cheek before telling me to relax, and that he was only next door in his office.

“Daddy?” I held my hand out. I didn’t want him to go. I wanted touches. He smiled and sat down on the bed. “Are you cold?”

His eyes widened. “No, are you sweetheart?” He pressed his palm to my cheek.

“No, I meant because you have a lot of clothes on.”

His smile became a grin. “Too many clothes?” I nodded solemnly and watched, utterly riveted as I was treated to a floor show. His golden skin gleamed when he slipped his dress shirt off and, unbidden, my hand slid down under the throw. I was mostly dressed, but I knew before I even checked that my panties would be damp.

“Abigail.” My name seemed to rumble out of Daddy, and I shivered, but not because I was cold, simply imagining his sexy voice saying all sorts of wicked things. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I gasped as my fingers reached the waistband of my leggings.

“Are you being a bad girl and not waiting for Daddy?” I shivered again because despite being a good girl for what seemed like all my life, right at that moment I wanted to be bad. Very bad.

He dropped his pants, and I gasped because a naked Daddy was even more gorgeous than a dressed one. “Maybe,” I whispered, unable to drag my gaze from his large, erect cock. As I watched, a bead of pre-cum oozed from the tipand dribbled down his shaft. My throat went completely dry as I imagined what it would taste like. Right at that moment, I’d never wanted anything so much in my life.

“Does my Little girl want a taste?”

I licked my lips, and Daddy groaned. “I-I’m not cold either,” I said.

“Meaning you think you have too many clothes on as well?” I had a moment to bask in the knowledge that Daddy always understood me, but then he pulled off the throw and, replacing the hand on my waistband with his, he simply pulled off my leggings and damp panties together. He bunched them in his hand and lifted them to his nose. My jaw dropped.

“Smells delicious. Such a good girl.”

I sat up before he even asked and raised my arms above my head so he could pull off my Kitty tee shirt. “Lie down, baby,” he ordered in that low, sexy voice, but I wanted something more. I could do this. I never had, but it seemed like all I could think about.

“Please, Daddy. Let me.”

His eyes grew dark, and he nodded and climbed in. “Shuffle down.” He widened his legs to create a space for me. I don’t think I’d ever followed an instruction so fast in my entire life, and I stared at the feast in front of me, desperate for a taste. “Wrap your fingers around the base so you don’t go too far.” He noticed my hesitation. “That takes practice, and we have lots of time.”

Which sounded like he was planning on keeping me for longer than two weeks and my heart squeezed again. The first taste made me hum in delight. Slightly salty, but not bad, and thrilled I could please him, I opened my mouth wide and tentatively closed it around the head, then sucked.

“Fuck,” Daddy gasped, and I let go, terrified I’d hurt him.

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