Chapter Nineteen

Ireneo and Taylor met up with Captain Reagan and Nelly later that morning. And while Taylor was eager to play with the other Little, her mind was still trained on Ireneo.

The king had a powerful hold on her. She couldn't break free from his grip. Even when Levi and Ella showed up, eager to swim again, Taylor was still preoccupied.

"What's on your mind?" Ella asked as they all ascended the steps toward a waterslide.

"Nothing," Taylor lied.

Ella was smirking as she stopped near the top step and turned around to cast a glance at Taylor, suggesting she already knew the answer. She confirmed it a moment later when she said, "You're thinking about your Daddy."

Nelly giggled. Levi groaned before adding, "Are we going to talk about girl stuff? You know—relationships and all that?"

Sometimes it was tough being the only guy.

The women giggled. The bunch finished their trek to the top of the platform and all grabbed rafts. A flock of birds flapped loudly overhead, squawking as they booked it south before the winter set in. The sky was a deep, endless blue, matching the ocean.

"We sort of had a breakthrough this morning," Taylor confirmed.

"What kind?" Ella asked.

"Well, he's officially my Daddy," Taylor told them.

The others—even Levi—congratulated her. Before the conversation could pick up once again, a new voice called, "Hey, guys! Wait for me!"

The Littles turned to see Daisy Mae at the base of the slide's tower. She waved and then started up the steps.

"Hey!" Ella said, giving the other Little a hug. "Where have you been?"

"Working on a surprise," Daisy said.

"More toys?" Levi said with a hopeful raise of his eyebrows.

"No. Something even cooler! I can't wait to show y'all tomorrow," Daisy said. "But for now, I want to play."

"You're just in time," Ella said. "Taylor was telling us about her breakthrough. King Ireneo is officially her Daddy now!"

"Wow! Congratulations. I kind of figured that was the case when I saw y'all in the store," Daisy said with a knowing grin. "He couldn't keep his eyes off you. And he sure was intent on spoiling you. He bought the whole darn store!"

Taylor was beaming with pride. She looked down from the top of the platform and saw Ireneo talking to the other Bigs near the pool's edge. Her heart longed to be in his arms. She was excited to play with her friends, sure, but she really wanted to be with him right now.

An idea struck her.

She got in the back of the line, waiting patiently for her turn to go down the slide. When the time came, it was fun winding around the twists and turns, but her mind was focused on enacting her plan when she hit the landing pool.

She used her body to slightly turn the raft when she came out, aiming it at the side of the pool rather than straight ahead. "Whoa!" she cried, loud enough to get the Bigs' attention. She made a show of hitting the pool's wall and then tumbling off the raft, straight into the water.

It worked.

Ireneo ran to her, eager to assist. Before he could dive in, though, she hurried to the surface and coughed dramatically, saying, "I'm okay."

He reached out his hands, took hold of hers, and pulled her from the water.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I don't know," she replied, doing her best to sound disoriented. "That was wild." She coughed again. "Daddy, will you look me over and make sure I'm okay?"

"Yes, of course. And Dr. Kirk is right here. He can—"

"No!"

He chuckled. "Come along, little one. Let's dry you off and go back to the cabin." He looked at her friends who were all standing by with obvious concern in their eyes. "Little Taylor will be back soon. Don't worry."

She offered a wave to let her friends know she was okay before grabbing Ireneo's hand and walking with him across the ship's deck and to their huge, luxury cabin. On the way, she saw members of the security detail standing quietly at various posts, watching as the couple strolled by. They were so good at their job that she'd forgotten they were always around.

Once in the suite, two guards followed them in.

"Now, let me look you over, little one," the king said.

"Uh, can we do it in there?" she asked, pointing to the door that led to their room.

This caused Ireneo to laugh.

"What?" she said.

"My dear, if you wanted to be alone with me, you didn't have to fake an injury." He stepped close enough to brush a strand of her hair back and tuck it behind her ear. "Little girls shouldn't lie."

Taylor froze. For a moment, she feared a spanking was coming. But that notion was quickly dispelled when Ireneo continued to caress her, revealing he was thinking—and needing—the exact same thing she was. She could practically feel a heated desire radiating off his body.

She threw herself against him, her lips smashing against his.

He never stopped kissing her as he picked her up and carried her toward the bedroom.

The security guards didn't follow.

***

Taylor moaned in ecstasy as she opened her legs further.

She was sitting in the chair that rested in the corner, her now naked bottom slightly lifted to allow Ireneo the access he desired.

He was on his knees before her, feasting on her flowing womanhood. He lapped at her wetness, drinking up every drop.

"You taste delicious, princess," he whispered, his breath tickling her nether region.

Taylor didn't know what to say, but it didn't matter because she couldn't speak anyway. She simply moaned as her body quivered. The pleasure only intensified when his fingers joined his tongue. She moaned louder, throwing her head back.

Just when she thought she would explode, mercy descended upon her. The orgasm was quick. And hard. Her legs fluttered like butterfly wings, banging the sides of the chair as she convulsed.

"Ahhh!" she wailed as her hips bucked and her pussy pulsed.

Her Daddy's tongue had been the perfect tool. But she wanted something else inside her. Thankfully, she wouldn't have to wait long. Ireneo stood and took her hand, leading her to the bed.

"Lay down," he instructed.

She did so, looking up at him expectantly, her mind reeling from the sensations he'd already delivered.

Ireneo unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. They dropped to the floor, and he stepped out of them. He then lowered his boxer-briefs, freeing his rock-hard shaft.

"Daddy!" she cried.

"Yes, little one?"

She tried to speak again but only gulped. A few beats passed before she was able to voice her fear. "Daddy, I've never..." She covered her face in embarrassment. "I'm twenty-one and I've never been with a man. I just...always had bigger priorities...trying to survive."

"Look at me, my love," Ireneo instructed.

She slowly lowered her hands and did as Daddy had said.

"Daddy is here now, little one. You'll have anything you could ever desire."

"I just want you," she said, reaching out her hand.

He took it and smiled down sweetly. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"Good girl. Daddy will go slow. Do you want to touch it first?" His eyes fell down, indicating his erect flint.

Her eyes grew wide as they fell to it, too. She licked her lips and nodded, reaching out for the sword that was waiting to pierce her virgin pussy.

Her little hand wrapped around it. She was breathless as she felt the heaviness of it, the hard veins pulsating in her small hand. She pumped slowly, her grip firm. He groaned, letting her know she was doing a fine job.

"Like that?"

"Yes, little one," he growled. "Perfect. Keep going."

"Can I lick it, Daddy?"

"Of course, love."

Pre-cum was already seeping from the tip as she sat up, brought her mouth forward, and collected the sticky essence. She let it roll down her throat, savoring the salty flavor that reminded her of the ocean air. She flicked her tongue against the opening, and his cock lurched, sending more pre-cum forth.

She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, pausing at his ripe sack to suck in a portion and hold it there a moment. She felt another dab of his warm essence drip onto her face, causing her to giggle—though it was muffled with her mouth full.

She moved up and parted her lips, engulfing his member in her mouth. He groaned louder. "Yes, honey. You are such a good girl."

She smiled up at him, her mouth crammed to the limit, as she swirled her tongue around the cock. His groans gave way to growls as his desire grew. He put his hand on the back of her head and held her there as he pumped into her mouth, his hips moving like a piston.

She could barely breathe. It was wonderful. She felt so close to him. So connected. She wanted him to send his sticky treasure down her throat, but he had other plans.

He held onto the sides of her head as he pulled out, like a sword being drawn from its sheath.

"It's time. Lay down, little one."

"Yes, Daddy."

She lay back, spreading her legs once again. He laid atop her and began kissing her as she felt the tip of his cock press against her wet folds.

"Are you ready, little one?"

"I'm ready, Daddy."

His smile grew even bigger as he pushed his hips forward, forcing the tip inside.

"Mmm," Taylor groaned. She was ready, yet the feeling was foreign. Not necessarily bad. Just strange.

Ireneo didn't enter any further, instead taking the time to caress her nipples with his tongue, further arousing her and preparing her to receive his fullness.

"Relax, little one," he whispered.

He kissed her forehead and then her lips.

"Kiss me again, Daddy," she pleaded.

He did so, his lips meeting hers with passion. The distraction helped her forget about the pain.

She moaned into his mouth as he thrust his hips and entered her further. He didn't break their kiss as he continued to feed his cock into her, filling her up.

"Daddy, yes!" she cried, after breaking away from the hungry kiss.

He pushed harder, driving the sword deeper. He was now buried completely, the base of his shaft pressed against her pussy's lips.

He pumped his hips slowly, letting her get used to the sensation. But the rhythm soon picked up. Taylor moaned in time with his movements, feeling closer and closer to orgasm.

"You're doing so good, little one. Such a good girl," he encouraged.

"Daddy! I'm gong to—" Her words were cut off when a fierce moan escaped her throat, her eyes rolling back at the same time.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" she managed to scream as her body convulsed.

She was vaguely aware that the security detail outside probably heard, but there wasn't a thing she could do about it. She was a prisoner to the throes of passion. She was utterly helpless.

"Yes, little one. Let it out. That's a good girl."

As that climax subsided, Ireneo increased his pace. It was clear his own release was near, but he wasn't done with his sweet girl yet.

Taylor reached down and put her hands on his muscular backside, squeezing the firm cheeks and pulling him deeper.

"Harder, Daddy! Faster!"

He thrust his hips with a speed that caused her to bite her bottom lip as she pinched her eyes shut. A wave of pleasure washed over her. Once it had loosened its grip a bit, she managed to plead, "Cum inside me, Daddy. Please."

Her pussy was on fire. Her entire body was alive with sensation. Waves of pleasure continued crashing in her head and rolling through her body.

"Daddy!" she screamed, digging her nails into his skin as he pumped furiously, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing off the walls.

He was almost there. She could feel his cock swelling.

"Fill me, Daddy!"

She came again just as he did.

He roared as his body jerked, his hot seed pouring into her. It was the most beautiful, intimate feeling. He stayed buried deep inside until he'd drained every last drop into her womb.

They ended up lying on the bed, tangled with each other, both too spent to even speak.

For about an hour.

Then, once they'd recovered, they went again.