Page 26 of Lacey's Daddy
Crazier still—I’m wearing nothing more than a T-shirt, diaper, and sandals. My hair is in braids. Most of the Littles around me on the ferry are dressed the same, and Daddy has assured me over and over that the ones who are not wearing identical outfits will be before we arrive or shortly thereafter.
When we boarded the ferry, Daddy asked me if I wanted to sit inside or outside. I bounced up and down, pointing to the top deck of the ferry. I’m still not sure it was my best choice.The view has been amazing, but I had to endure two unexpected things.
One, Daddy put sunscreen on every exposed part of me, including my inner thighs. He took his time, rubbing the lotion into my skin until I was panting from his touch. When he finished, I thought I might catch my breath, but I was wrong. The next thing he did was put a harness on me.
I’ve never been more aware of myself as a sexual being as I am wearing this harness. He said if I wanted to sit outside on the upper deck, I had to wear the harness for my safety. He hasn’t let go of the attached leash for a single moment.
It’s more than that, though. The harness is hugging all my tingly places. The straps across my chest are rubbing against my nipples. Another strap comes up between my legs and holds my diaper firmly against my pussy.
The entire thing is cinched tightly, and every time I take a step toward the railing, Daddy gives a tug that makes me aware of my arousal. Does he realize I’ve started tugging on him just because I like the feeling of the restraint system?
I’m in an odd blissful state that doesn’t diminish. I’ve been hovering here ever since Daddy made me come yesterday morning. He awakened something inside me I didn’t know existed, and it’s been smoldering ever since.
“We’re almost there, Baby girl.” He pulls on the leash attached to the middle of my back so that I’m forced to take a few steps backward until I’m between his legs, his front against my back.
He flattens a palm over my tummy and brings his lips to my ear. “You’re going to thrive here, sweet girl.”
I’m scared, but I think he’s right. All I keep thinking is that I’m finally free.
I trust Daddy. He’s told me several times he will not ever hit me—not in anger or for play—and I believe him. My fears havenothing to do with him and everything to do with my father. In a few hours, he will arrive home to find me gone. I didn’t even leave a note. I also didn’t take anything with me that would cause him to think I ran away. The only thing I took was my backpack and the box. I don’t think he’s aware I own either.
“Are you nervous, Baby girl?” Daddy whispers in my ear.
“A little,” I admit. I look around the ferry. “Are you sure my father can’t hop on a ferry and come find me?”
“Positive. No one can board the ferry without being well-vetted. Besides, he has no idea where you disappeared to, Little one.” Daddy turns me around so I’m facing him. He cups my face. “I hired a private investigator to watch your father, Lacey.”
My breath hitches. “Really?”
“Yes. He’ll report to me when your father returns home and exactly what he does. I don’t want you to worry about it. I’ll handle anything that comes up, okay?”
I nod, but now I’m panicking about the safety of the private investigator.
“Your life of abuse is over, sweet girl. Gone. I’ve got you now. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
I notice how he keeps speaking as if I’m his forever and ever. I really want to be, but I refuse to hope he will not grow tired of me. What if he changes his mind and doesn’t want me anymore? Where would I go? What would I do?
“Just a few more minutes and we’ll pull up to the dock. I need you to stay right next to Daddy all the time. It’s crowded. I don’t want to lose you.”
I grab the buckle at the front of my harness and give it a tug. “How could I possibly wander away?”
He chuckles. “Are you being cheeky with your Daddy?”
I giggle. Maybe I am.
When the ferry docks, Daddy holds me back, keeping me between his legs. He slides one palm under my harness on my tummy and keeps me close.
While people rush to the stairs to descend and disembark, Daddy doesn’t move. His fingers dragged across the lower swell of my breasts, teasing me, making the flutters return full force in my tummy.
My pussy is wet and swollen. My breasts feel heavy. My nipples keep rubbing against the harness, and now Daddy is stroking his fingers precariously close to the tight buds without touching them.
I’m a ball of need on shaky legs by the time Daddy finally eases me out from between his knees and rises. “Ready?”
I nod, but I’m not sure my legs will hold me up. I think he’s playing dirty with me, making me feel such distracting things.
Daddy holds my leash in his hand, keeping me constantly aware of my body’s reaction to him. When we finally step off the ferry, Daddy instructs someone to deliver our bags to his home and then guides me toward a parking lot filled with rows and rows of golf carts.
“Where are all the cars?” I ask.
