Chapter 17

Daisy

As each day passed, I felt a little stronger in my heart and mind. Daddy let me out of my room more, but always kept me close to him. I knew he went to the office sometimes, but he had left me a radio and installed a TV in my room. It was strange, because I was happy living with Daddy. He looked after me in ways no one ever had and I didn't need to worry about a job or my benefit claims. Daddy wasn't very forthcoming about his life but he wasn't the cold and hard therapist I first thought he was.

He had a very dark sense of humour which I didn't mind. I was frightened that he would change his mind and toss me to the side when he saw how weak I was in some rough sessions. If he saw how damaged I was I thought he wouldn't love me anymore. That he didn't want to be my Daddy, but when he held me at night it subdued my fear.

I still sucked his cock every night. It became a habit, but I loved having him inside of me. There had been a few nights where we’d fallen asleep with him inside my pussy. Daddy seemed to love it as much as I did.

I knew he took advantage of me but he hadn't hurt me—yet.

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I nervously fixed the material of my dress. Daddy bought me a stunning royal blue dress, but it was so tight, and the two long slits on either side made me nervous. I’d put on weight since living with Daddy but seeing my new figure made me realise how gaunt I’d been. It was full-sleeved, but the deep V-neck showed too much of my boobs. The gold slingback heels were perfect though because the heels weren't too high.

“Wow!”

I looked at the mirror and Daddy stood behind me.

“Give me a twirl,” he demanded as the salacious look in his eyes intensified.

I smiled at his response and turned around.

“How did you curl your hair?” he murmured as he held my waist.

“Conditioner and some scrunch drying,” I said as I traced my finger down his blue tie.

He wore a dark grey suit that matched his eyes. It was much better than the brown one he wore the first time I met him.

“I don't think I will make it home without fucking you, baby,” he said as he tipped my head back and kissed me.

I rubbed the pink gloss off his lips with my thumb, trying to calm the flutter of excitement in the pit of my belly. My first date with Daddy was going to be unconventional, and I couldn't wait.

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Daddy seemed agitated when he handed his keys to the valet. I looked at his black Porsche and wondered if he thought his car might get damaged. When I looked back at Daddy, he glared at the guy who held his keys. I put my hand into his and tugged it until he broke his death glare off the poor man.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” I whispered.

“He was looking at your breasts,” he snapped back at me as we walked towards the hotel.

I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling at his jealousy. He was still seething by the time we were sat at our table. When the host left, I stood up and walked around the table to sit on Daddy’s lap. He sighed and put his arm around my waist.

“You chose the dress, Daddy. I’ve never worn anything like this before,” I said as I rubbed his jaw.

His eyes rose from my breasts to my eyes.

“I won't be making that mistake again,” he said ruefully. “What do you fancy?” he asked as he picked up the menu.

“You pick for me, Daddy,” I said before I parted my dress.

Daddy instantly pushed his hand between my legs. He froze and looked at me.

“Oh, you naughty girl. Where are your knickers?”

“I forgot to put them on, Daddy. I’m so sorry,” I said before I bit my lower lip.

“You are so fucked tonight,” he said sternly.

“Would it help if I crawled under the table and sucked your cock?”

I saw him swallow as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

“Sit on your seat and behave yourself,” he said, but his eyes twinkled with the promise of retribution.

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Daddy fed me the last of the ice cream. Once he had calmed down, he was warm and engaging with me for the rest of the evening. For the first time, I observed him interact with other people, and he was aloof toward them. The contrast was apparent, and it helped dissipate all of my negative, insecure thoughts.

He paid the bill and stood up to hold his hand out for me. I smiled and put my hand into his, but we didn't leave the hotel. Daddy led me towards the lift.

“Where are we going, Daddy?” I asked as the doors opened.

A couple came out of the lift but the man’s eyes homed in on my chest. I winced and looked at Daddy. He didn't miss it either. When we stepped inside the lift, he viciously stabbed the lift button.

“The next time we go out, you can wear a nun’s garb,” he muttered angrily.

“I used to be a prostitute, Daddy, so I don't think that would be suitable,” I said dryly.

He turned towards me and began to walk me backwards until my back touched the lift wall.

“It shouldn't matter what you wear. They shouldn't be looking at you, and you did whatever you could to survive. You were a kid,” he said as he pressed his body against mine.

I melted into him as I felt a weight lift off from my chest. My past held so many bad memories that I became comfortable with my self-flagellation. I fucked my own head up.

The door pinged and Daddy pulled away from me, but pecked my lips before leading me out of the lift.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, leaning against him.

When he stopped at a door and pulled out a keycard, I glanced up at him in surprise. He had a smirk on his face.

“You can thank me in the morning,” he said with a wink.

It was just as well I wasn't wearing any panties because they would have been ruined.