Page 8 of Daddy's Baby Girl
Every nerve in my body is on edge, aware of every shift he makes. Finally, his fingertips trace the curve of my ass before he wraps his hands around my wrists, the rough pads of his fingers slipping against my skin. “Baby girl, I’m not changing my mind. I’m not sure you’re aware of the situation you’re agreeing to. I’m a demanding man. I need to know you’re sure. I need you to say what you want because I intend to fuck every hole you have until you’re drunk on me. From this moment, I own your ass.”
I focus on his face, my breaths slow as goosebumps race across my skin. “Yes… Daddy.”
“Let me hear you. I want to know how it makes you feel to have my tongue in your hot pussy,” he grunts. “Tell me what you want, baby girl.”
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy. I want you to use my body until I’m too tired to think or walk.”
His hands move from my wrists. One grips my hip while he thrusts two fingers of the other into my pussy. He curls them, hitting a tight bundle of nerves deep inside that has me moaning with no care for how loud I’m being.
I slump, breathless, thighs shaking. Garett places his open palm on my stomach and pushes me down. “Not done yet, princess.”
He ushers me across the length of the table, pushing my hot skin against the cool polished wood, sending a thrill through me. He slips his palms down my back, sliding down my spine before smacking my ass playfully.
His eyes bore into mine, his tone demanding and firm. “Don’t close your eyes. I want you to know exactly who owns this sweet body.”
Garett’s use of a nickname mixed with his punishment has me on the edge. My mind is feral with need. I’m confident I would say or do anything he wants as long as I can come. Arousal pulses and surges between my legs. My hips buck of their own accord. Before I know what’s happening, his head is between my thighs, his hot breath a direct hit on my clit.
Garett’s hot tongue drags up my soaked pussy. He flicks his tongue across my hardened clit as I clutch the edge of the table. He continues to lap with his tongue, swirling and teasing with light nips and licks, pulling away just as I’m teetering on the edge.
“Tell me, Winter. Let me know that you’re my little slut, and I can do anything I want with this sweet pussy.”
Slut. Oh, my god, Garett called me a slut. Why does that word make me insane? “Yes, call me your dirty slut. Use me like your whore.”
The anticipation is so thick I can almost taste it as I wait for his reaction. An icy dread snakes its way through my gut, whispering doubts about the consequences of my words. Perhaps I took it too far.
“Garett…” His name burns on my lips.
His eyes pierce mine from between my legs, his mouth glistening with my juices. His lips lift in a slow smirk. “So you want to be Daddy’s little whore, do you?”
I glance away, knowing I’m beet red as I respond to his question. “Is that okay? I think I like it.”
Garett nods. “Yes, pick a safe word if you want me to veer outside of vanilla sex.”
“I’m not into knives, blood, or anything like that. I like spanking, and I think I’d like a belt. Maybe some breath play, but, like, with your hand, nothing wild. I trust you.”
“It’s good that you trust me, Winter, because I’ll never harm you. Even so, we need to set parameters to ensure you never doubt me. Any type of sexual contact requires consent and trust. But when sex involves kink, there needs to be assurances of safety.”
“You’re not gonna whip me or cut me. I think I’ll be safe.”
“Safety isn’t just about your physical space. You want me to use words that can be very insulting. Those words can bruise so much worse than a physical mark. I need you to know that I’ll always put your needs first. If I say or do the wrong thing and you’re uncomfortable, I want you to know that you can stop immediately, no questions asked. So, pick a safe word.”
“Umm…”
“How about we do colors? Sometimes, I’ll ask how you are. I’ll ask for a color. Green means you’re good, and I can keep going. Yellow for when you’re okay but need me to be cautious, and red if you want it to stop. You think you can remember that?”
“Okay, Daddy. I can do that.”
“Jesus, Winter, you’re so sweet and perfect.” His head dips, and his teeth pull the cup of my bra aside to bite at my aching nipple, tight and puckered from the cool air.
At first, the pain is jarring, but it’s soon replaced with pleasure as he rubs my pussy, causing me to moan. I arch and sigh, and my hips thrust toward his hand, desperate to find my release.
“Fuck, I don’t know how I stayed away from you for so long,” he whispers between teasing licks at my nipple before yanking his shirt over his head.
“Oh my god, Garett…” I sigh as I appraise him. Sharp lines and hard muscles ripple as his body hovers over me, a few wayward strands of dark hair licking across his forehead.
His teeth grip my nipple, and he pulls before allowing it to pop out of his lips. “Call me Daddy, slut. I want you to come on my hand like the good little whore I know you can be.”
CHAPTER 5