Page 10 of Daddy's Stowaway

Until then, I planned on spoiling her rotten. Watching how lost she’d been at the stores in the airport broke my heart.

She was such a tender young woman, her hard candy shell just a protection mechanism I knew all too well. After all, had I ever let a woman inside my heart? Never. To my knowledge, I’d never hurt anyone either, always being upfront about our time in the sheets being a one-time-only fling, which they didn’t seem to mind in the least.

It wasn’t until I visited a particular club with my head of operations in Japan that I realized what type of man I was. I’d always felt a need to protect, and control but that night I learned I was a Daddy Dom. I watched a scene unfold that had me rock hard from beginning to end. When I questioned Johnathan about it, he explained what I was watching. I was young then, just turned twenty-two, and had been wondering about my particular cravings. My dominant personality wasn’t rejected during my one-night flings, and I had no complaints in the sex department, but my deeper desires were rarely fulfilled, and I knew deep down I was different.

I was surprised when Johnathan said he was the same and had brought me to the club, anticipating my gravitating to the Daddy Dom personality. After that night, he hooked me up with a few experienced women who liked Daddies, and my learning process began.

As much as I’d yearned for a submissive woman of my own, I’d never felt the type of connection I did with Antonia. There was just something about her that called to me loudly, like a siren’s song, and I felt more for her in several hours than I’d ever felt about anyone, ever.

She was stirring, and when she turned over, her eyes blinked open. “Hello, Daddy,” she purred.

My cock sprung to attention.

“Hello, sleepy girl. Did you have a good rest?”

She yawned and sat up. “I did. Where are we?”

“Over the Pacific Ocean.” I quickly stripped and joined her on the bed, rolling her on top of me. She was completely naked, and I admired her beautiful breasts from an entirely new angle. I reached up and gripped her hair, pulling her tantalizing nipples toward my mouth. I sucked hard on a pink peak while Antonia ground down on my hard cock, rocking her hips. I slipped it inside of her as I continued to treat her nipples with rough affection.

“Oh my god, you feel so fucking good.” I switched, taking her other nipple in my mouth. Then I flipped us over so I could have control. I pulled out of her and moved down between her legs. Antonia rose up on her elbows to watch me, wearing a look of interest. I kept my eyes on her as I dove into her mound with my mouth.

“Oh, oh, my, Jesus, Alex!”

I pulled away and turned her over so fast she let out an oomph of air in surprise.

“Stay in position, naughty girl.” The space we were in was luxurious but cramped. I had the paddle ready if she slipped, which she had by calling me Alex in private. I pulled the implement out of its hiding place. Repositioning her so her ass was on a stack of pillows and her legs wide so I could watch her excitement, I brought the paddle down. Her ass was still pink from her earlier sessions, but damn, did this woman heal fast because the raised edges from the belt had disappeared already.

Curious, I asked, “How does the paddle feel, my little brat?”

“Hard, penetrating. Kind of like your hand, but more solid, and the sting is worse.”

I rubbed the bright pink spot in the center of her cheek. Cupping my hand, I slapped her between her legs. She screeched and attempted to close her legs. I brought the paddle down on the back of her thigh.

“Ouch! Daddy, that hurts.”

I heard the pout in her voice. I had to keep her on her toes, surprise her with what I would do next. I reached between the juncture of her thighs and pinched the hardened nub hiding in her silky folds.

“Ahh,” she cried, wiggling her sexy behind in an attempt to shake off my hold on her.

I kept pinching as I brought the paddle down on her backside. She yelped. I set up a steady rhythm of swats on her sexy, wiggling ass while I used my fingers, clamp-like on her pouty pussy lips. Within seconds she was crying and begging for mercy. I was intrigued at how delivering two sets of sensations broke her pain threshold so quickly. I released her lips and spanked her clit while I spanked her ass. Antonia had an epic release, keening like a banshee as she unleashed. My planned punishment became more of an erotic experiment, and I became consumed with all the different things I could do to make her come.

Antonia lay slumped over the pillows. I reached forward and ran my finger gently over her lubricated lips and clit. My movements were slow and soft, as if I was petting something tiny and fragile.

In response, Antonia emitted little moans, which turned into pleas. But I kept my strokes so soft and gentle. While she was lost in this new sensation, I brought the paddle down with my other hand. Antonia’s release was punctuated by a long primal growl. I’d had enough experimenting; I needed to be inside her. Dropping the paddle, I entered her with one slam of my pelvis. She pushed back, and I spread her wide, taking her with deep, punishing strokes.

“Who’s your daddy, Antonia?” I punctuated my words with hard thrusts spearing her womb with my raging hard-on.

“You are, Alexander. You’re my daddy,” she replied, her words staggered between a series of grunts and moans.

“That’s right, baby girl, now come on Daddy’s cock.” Antonia let loose with a howl of pleasure as she squeezed my cock with her convulsing walls. As her juices coated my cock, I let go, pumping deep inside her. I was lightheaded and took some deep breaths. When I pulled out, I rolled down beside her and pulled her in tight to me, kicking the pillows away. I felt her heartbeat hammering against my chest, then I felt mine, beating in time with hers. And I knew that she was the one. After only hours, this courageous, damaged survivor had my heart, and her character had my Daddy character inspiring me like no one else.

“Daddy.”

“Yes, Antonia?”

“I feel different. And it’s kinda scary, but it’s also kinda nice.”

I turned her around so we could look at each other’s faces. Her eyes locked on mine the moment she began spooning forward. She searched for answers, but words were not enough, not for her, and they never would be. Antonia was the type of girl who needed to be put first, and I could do that. In fact, my Daddy Dominant side demanded it of me, and he had finally found the right fit.

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