17. Damian

Seeing how well Carly was getting along with the other Littles made him feel optimistic. It was one more box checked for him that just confirmed what he already knew. She was the Little for him. She was his, and he was hers, and Damian never wanted to let her go.

Lifting her shirt up over her head, Damian felt a surge of possessiveness as he admired Carly’s body. His cock instantly hardened, and if they didn’t have guests that they had to entertain, he would have liked to strip her naked and convince her with his tongue that she was going to be his forever. It might have been too soon to feel that way about her, but he did, and he reminded himself to go slow so he didn’t scare her.

Unsnapping her bra, he let the material fall down her arms as he cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumb over the hard nubs.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.”

Carly sighed contently and leaned into his touch, whimpering quietly when he pinched her nipple gently. His cock hardened even more, and it took all of his control to pull his hand away from her skin and grab the pajamas he had picked out for her.

“If I don’t stop touching you, I’m going to end up fucking you, and we can’t do that right now.”

She stuck out her lip in the cutest pout, making him lean down and capture her lip between his teeth. Carly moaned into his mouth and arched her chest into his. His tongue brushed over her lips, urging her to part her mouth to allow him in.

When her lips parted, he took his time exploring her mouth, tasting every bit of her while he toyed with her nipples. Carly pushed her tongue into his mouth, kissing him back just as deeply while her hand roamed down his front until it rested over his painfully hard bulge.

Closing her hand over the outline of his cock, Damian groaned and pinched her nipples harder. When he finally pulled back from her mouth, they were both panting and glistening with a light layer of sweat. Who knew kissing could be so fucking hot?

“You are going to be the death of me, little girl. Fuck, I’ve never been so hard in my life.”

She grinned, clearly pleased with herself that she had a part in that.

“But you’re just so hot. I can’t help myself, Daddy.”

Fuck me.

“Listen, you little tease, If I don’t get you dressed, I’m going to end up bending you over and fucking your sweet little pussy, and all your friends and their Daddies will hear you scream my name. So unless you want to walk out of this room and face them after that, I suggest you put your arms up so I can put your pajamas on.”

Carly’s pupils dilated as he spoke, and Damian could tell the idea turned her on, but she put her arms up in the air, pushing her perfect teardrop-shaped breasts up toward him. He couldn’t resist leaning down to cup one in his large hand while he captured the other nipple in his mouth.

A hiss of air came from her as he nipped playfully before switching to the other breast, and when he released her from his mouth, Carly pouted but kept her arms in the air as he lowered the pajama top over her head.

“Tomorrow, when we are all alone, I’m going to make you scream. Your throat is going to be so raw from screaming that I’ll have to buy you a bag of Werther’s to help soothe it.”

Carly giggled, “You’re going to buy me candy that every grandmother in the world has in a glass dish on their coffee table to soothe my throat from me screaming during sex?”

Damian chuckled and nodded.

“That’s right.”

He pulled her up to stand, and when he knelt in front of her and pulled down her pants, he could smell her arousal. Fuck, he really wished they didn’t have guests. Maybe he should go out there and tell them all to get the hell out. That wouldn’t be obvious or anything.

“Your panties are soaked, baby. Let’s put a clean pair on, and I’ll keep these damp ones in my pocket for the evening so I can pull them out and smell you any time I want.”

Carly moaned. Her hands reached to his shoulders and gripped tightly, digging her fingernails in. She was trembling all over and he could see her knees wobbling.

“Daddy, you are seriously driving me crazy.”

Damian slid her panties down her legs, and when she stepped out of them, he shoved them into his pants pocket and grinned. Lifting his hand to her glistening pussy, he swiped two fingers along her slit to collect her wetness while Carly looked down at him with clouded eyes. Bringing his fingers to his mouth he cleaned them with his tongue, groaning as he tasted her juices.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so fucking good. I need more. Get up on the bed and lie on your back. Spread your legs nice and wide, and you better figure out how to keep quiet while I make you come, or I’m going to gag you.”

When Carly didn’t move right away, Damian stood and lifted her, depositing her onto the bed.

“Legs spread. I want to see that beautiful pussy.”

Carly spread her legs, and Damian’s hand automatically went to his denim-covered cock, wishing he could pull himself out and sink into his baby girl. But his needs would have to wait. He wanted to make his girl feel good, and fuck, that turned him on.

Pulling her legs until her ass was near the edge of the bed, Damian stayed on his knees and leaned forward, taking in her scent first, and then used his thumb to flick her protruding nub. Carly instantly jerked as his fingers paid special attention to her clit, circling it with varying pressure.

When his mouth came down on her pussy while keeping his fingers on her clit, Carly moaned so loudly that Damian felt his cock grow even harder. He didn’t want to tell her that his bedroom was soundproofed because he suspected the idea of others possibly hearing them was making this moment all that much hotter for her.

“Damian!”

Lifting his mouth from her pussy, he gave her clit a sharp pinch, making her yelp.

“Hey!”

“My name is Daddy, and you better keep quiet, little girl,” he said in a low growl.

Carly threw her head back and moaned as his mouth came back down on her pussy, moving to her clit and sliding his fingers down to her entrance. Lifting his head again, Damian waited until Carly realized he wasn’t doing anything and lifted her head to look down at him with questioning eyes.

“That’s a good girl. Keep your eyes on me. What’s my name?”

Carly’s entire body trembled at his words, but he could see the defiance on her face. Damian waited and would wait as long as he needed for an answer, despite wanting to plunge his digits into her wetness.

“What’s my name, little girl? You want Daddy to make you come, you say my name.”

Frustration filled her expression, and she nibbled on her bottom lip as though she was trying to decide if she really wanted to come or not.

“Daddy,” she said quietly.

As soon as the word came from her lips, Damian pushed two fingers into her pussy, making her cry out and throw her head back against the bed.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded.

Carly’s head snapped up, and she stared down at him while he finger fucked her, keeping his gaze on hers. He loved watching every emotion, every moan, every cry coming from her as he curled his fingers in a come hither motion.

“Daddy! Oh, God!”

“That’s a good girl. I’m Daddy, and this pussy is mine. This beautiful, plump, pink pussy is all mine, isn’t it?”

“Yes! Oh, fuck!” she cried out.

She was on the verge of her orgasm, and he fucking loved it. He loved being the one to make her come. Adding a third finger, Damian thrust into her harder, pushing in as deep as he could. Carly screamed, slapping her hand over her mouth to quiet her cries of pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Come for Daddy. Come all over my hand.”

Her hips bucked, and her free hand reached for his forearm that was pressed over her lower abdomen, digging her nails into his skin. She pressed her hand over her mouth harder, muffling the noises, but he heard every cry and felt every muscle in her pussy tighten as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

As soon as she quieted, he slowly pulled his fingers from her and licked her juices from his fingers, relishing her sweet flavor. Lying down next to her on the bed, Damian pulled her body into his and snuggled her closely while whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

“That was beautiful, baby doll. You are so gorgeous when you come for me.”

Pressing kisses into her neck, Damian gently ran his hand over her breasts and then down her sternum in a gentle movement.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered.

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his lips. Pleasing his woman was something he took very seriously, and knowing that he caused Carly such pleasure was very good for his ego.

“You’re welcome, baby doll. I hate to cut this short, but we still have guests.”

Carly’s eyes widened, “Oh my gosh, I forgot they were here. How embarrassing, they had to have heard me. I can’t go back out there.”

If he weren’t so worried about his little girl being embarrassed, he would have found it amusing that she forgot that they had guests.

“Baby, no one heard you. My bedroom is completely soundproofed.”

Her expression relaxed, and then she glared at him.

“You made me think that I had to be quiet so they wouldn’t hear me.”

Damian chuckled, “Well, it seemed as though the idea of being heard was turning you on, so I just let you keep believing it. I’m too jealous and possessive to ever allow another man to hear my woman come. Your orgasms are only for me. But I didn’t mind letting you believe that they heard you.”

Carly scoffed and shook her head.

“When did you become such a caveman, and it’s not like I am actually your woman.”

Furrowing his brow, Damian captured her chin and turned her face, so she was looking at him.

“You are my woman. You became my woman the day you agreed to be my Little. Do you understand?”

She studied him for a moment, blinking several times as she nibbled on her bottom lip. He wanted to pull that lip free and suck on it.

“But it’s all just temporary while I’m here.”

Yeah, fuck that. It wasn’t going to be temporary. Maybe he had let her believe that when he first offered to Daddy her, but she would be his forever. He hadn’t been actively searching for a Little, but he knew that he would know when the right one came along. And he fucking knew.

“Come on. Up, I need to get you dressed,” he said roughly.

He hated that her “just temporary” comment pissed him off so much, but it did. He knew that he had no right to be pissed. He hadn’t told her yet that he wanted it to be long-term, so she had no reason to believe that he wanted anything more than the temporary arrangement that they had agreed on.

Carly sat up, looking unsure and as though she wanted to say something, but she stayed quiet as he worked to get her pajamas on her. He didn’t say anything either, not wanting to say anything to upset her. She was his. He wouldn’t force her, but he would damn sure convince her that she needed him just as much as he needed her.