Page 5 of Daddy's Girl

“It’s just me. No one else is here.”

I guess he is my new Daddy.

He doesn’t even wait for me to decide, he just pulls it off and tosses it aside.

It feels weird to lie here without my top on.

Good weird. I know what the nuns would say. But the nuns aren’t here. In fact, I never have to go back to that boarding school again. I’m free now, to do whatever I want.

Daddy’s rough hands rub the lotion across my skin. He even rubs it across my nipples.

“Daddy!” I squeal. He really is naughty.

“Daddy likes taking care of you,” he says. “Let me.”

He’s so bossy. He rubs more oil over me, getting me really oily.

“Does that feel good, honey?”

“Yes.”

“I like making you feel good.”

“I like it too, Daddy.”

His fingers start swirling around my nipples again. This time he gently pinches one. I squirm but I don’t move away. It feels funny. It makes me feel warm … and tingly. Not just where he’s touching me, but lower, under my bikini bottom, between my legs.

“Daddy, that feels funny.”

“That’s because you’re getting soft and warm, baby girl. That’s what’s supposed to happen.”

“It is?”

“Yes. I can make you feel even better if you want me to.”

“You can?”

“I can make you feel so good, you’ll feel like you’re floating.”

I laugh. “How?”

“When you’re ready, I’ll show you.”

“I’m ready now, Daddy.”

He laughs. He swirls both my nipples with his rough, oily fingers. “I don’t know if you are.”

“I am!”

“You’re not a little girl anymore, Layla. You’re eighteen now.”

“I know that, Daddy.”

The place under my panties is getting even warmer. It feels slippery. It’s making me feel good but also … needy. I need something but I don’t know what. “I feel tingly.”

“Tingly? Where?”

“I’m not telling.”

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