Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

The dimly litplayroom came alive under the projector’s moving lights. I barely peeked my eyes open as the pretty pictures danced on the walls.

A shuffling sound came from outside the playroom, reminding me of the scene we were playing. I was to be asleep, and Daddy was going to come play with me while I slept. Somnophilia was not something I had delved into before, but when Daddy had first explained the fantasy to me, I had left the conversation with a mind full of dirty daydreams and a completely ruined pair of panties.

The sound of the door opening turned the butterflies of arousal to a swarm as excitement flooded me.

“What a sweet, sleepy girl,” he whispered, barely audible over the soft lullaby playing over the speaker. I kept my eyes shut, pretending to sleep as he came into the room. The feel of his hand over my body, running from shoulder to hip, made me want to abandon all pretenses and just open for him. I craved his touch. I craved him.

The blanket shifted as he slid his hand beneath, finding me clothed in only the little onesie he had purchased for me. It was adorable; lavender, with little rainbows and unicorns all over. It even had the little snaps in the crotch I love so much — even if it was a pain in the butt to put on. Luckily, I no longer had to worry about that. I had a Daddy to dress me.

Smiling in my pretend sleep, I shuddered out a breath as his hand slid up my ribcage, cupping one of my breasts softly over my clothes. It suddenly became apparent to me just how devious my Daddy really was. Staying still was going to be as much torture as it was role-play, testing my willpower to the limit. I silently cursed — and praised — him for such a clever idea.

“What a perfect little body you have, princess. Daddy has wanted to touch you for so long. I can’t help myself any more; I have to have you.” Daddy’s voice was dark and sultry as he fell into the imaginary scenario we’d agreed to in our negotiations.

I was to play the role of his little girl, and he would be my Daddy, teaching me all about my body for the first time. It was a somewhat edgy fantasy, one that some people wouldn’t understand, but it fulfilled something deep within me I hadn’t known was there before he had explained his plan.

His hand moved again, sliding across the soft fabric of my onesie to rest on my ass. He squeezed gently, slipping a finger between my cheeks to graze against my rosebud.

A tiny noise escaped me, and I shifted slightly despite myself. Immediately, his hands left my body, as if he was afraid I was going to wake up.

It was all a part of our little game.

Shifting a bit more, I pulled one leg up, giving him even better access to my parts. His hands were back on me a moment later, caressing my ass again, slipping down to tease my lower lips. I heard his groan of desire and suppressed a smile again.

Touches came here and there, always light and teasing, never giving me what I truly wanted, but making it harder and harder to keep up the facade of sleep.

Slowly, Daddy rolled me over onto my back and moved the blanket off of me. I felt the snaps of my onesie release, and barely held back a groan as his finger slipped ever so gently between my folds to find my clit.

“Fuck, there it is, baby. There’s that little clitty. Shhh, it’s okay. Sleep, princess.” He circled my little nub so gently, his other hand moving my legs apart a bit more before sliding up to caress my nipples. I moaned softly, squirming in my pretend sleep. Daddy continued shushing me, letting me know it wasn’t time for me to wake up yet, like we negotiated.

His finger kept teasing my clit, slowly increasing his speed and pressure to bring me closer to orgasm. I gave myself fully over to the fantasy, my mind filled with all the dirty things Daddy wanted to do to his princess.

The pleasure built higher and higher until fireworks exploded behind my eyes as I came. I whimpered more loudly, squeezing my knees together as I sought more friction. I blinked slowly, pretending to wake up.

“Daddy?” I asked with faux sleepiness. Even as my body shuddered from the aftershocks of that small orgasm, I gave myself over to the scene, fully immersing myself in the role-play.

“Shh, princess. It’s just Daddy,” he whispered, his hands still trailing over my inner thighs.

“Daddy, I’m so tingly.”

“I know, princess. Let Daddy take those tingles away.” The sound of buzzing filled the room as he turned a vibrator on, his fingers brushing over my lower lips softly, almost as though he were petting me.

Petting my wet kitty.

“Daddy, please,” I whined as he parted my lips, pressing the tip of the toy over the hood of my clit so perfectly, I almost cried with pleasure.

I squirmed, the intense sensation shooting me right back to the heights of pleasure in only a few agonizing circles of the cursed toy.

“Daddy will make it go away. Let Daddy take care of you, baby. I’ve got you,” he cooed. My back arched as my body instinctively tried to get away from the sensations, but he kept the vibrator pressed against my clit.

“Daddy, it’s too much! It’s so tingly!” I whimpered. My legs shook as another orgasm rocked me. Still, he didn’t let up.

A finger slipped down to tease the entrance to my cunny as he kept the buzzy right where it was. His other hand pressed my chest lightly down into the bed, keeping me from moving. It wasn’t until yet another orgasm shook me that he finally relented, pulling the toy away.

After a few moments, Daddy’s voice broke through the fog in my mind. “Now, this is a very special toy, princess. It looks like a rose, see?” He held up a light pink toy for me to see. I had seen toys like this before, but I had never felt one. Surely it couldn’t be that—

“Daddy!” I screamed as he carefully placed the toy right on my little clit.

With my back arched clear off the bed, I struggled to think of anything other than the pleasure that assaulted my tender little nub. It was unlike anything I had ever felt.

I was already over-sensitized, and the rose made the last toy feel like a breeze next to a hurricane. The orgasm that ripped through my body made me scream Daddy’s name again and again. He did not relent until two more orgasms turned me into a mewling mess of sensation on the bed. Sweat beaded along my brow as I gasped for breath.

“Such a good girl, princess. You did so well. Daddy is so proud of you. I know that was hard, but you took it so well.” His praise filled my heart to bursting, and I smiled up at him with bleary, tear-filled eyes. All I wanted in the whole world was to make Daddy proud.

“Alright, princess. We’re not done yet. Be a good girl and get on your knees for Daddy,” he commanded, his voice full of all things dirty and delightful. He helped me slip off the edge of the bed to the floor.

I lowered myself to my knees, holding his hand for balance. His hand stroked up and down over his erection. I could not take my eyes off of it. When had he taken his pants off?

“This is Daddy’s cock. Do you like what you see, princess?” he teased, looking down at me. Before I could do more than nod, his hand fisted in my hair, tugging my head back slightly until I could see his face more clearly.

“Open for Daddy.”

I did not need any further clarification — I knew exactly what he was asking for. My mouth opened, my tongue sticking out as he stroked his hard length just out of my tongue’s reach.

“Taste me, princess. Taste how much you please Daddy.” He wiped the tip of his length against my tongue, the salty pre-cum painted on me in a way that utterly humiliated me in the very best way.

Grasping my hair tightly in his grip, he tilted my head down, sliding his cock into my mouth slowly. The tip rested on my tongue, my lips wrapping around his thick girth.

“That’s it. Open your mouth nice and wide around Daddy’s cock. Just like that, princess.” His grip on my hair did not let up as he slid further into my mouth. “Just stay still while Daddy takes his pleasure in you.”

With short thrusts, he fucked my mouth, the head of his cock rubbing back and forth over my tongue, a little deeper on each pass.

I gagged as he pressed against the back of my throat, making my eyes water. His eyes, however, stayed completely focused on mine, the heat in that gaze making me shiver with need.

“Spread your knees wide, princess. I want you dripping on the floor for me. Now take a deep breath and try to relax those muscles in your throat. Daddy wants to go deeper.” With a growl and a firm hold on my hair, he pressed forward again, pushing past the back of my tongue and into my throat.

I couldn’t breathe. Tears ran down my face as I struggled to not gag around his thickness.

“Breathe through your nose. Yes, that’s it, princess. Eyes right here on me.” He coached me through taking his cock, my watering eyes locked on his as I obeyed his commands.

“Fuck, you look pretty with those tears, my dirty, sweet girl. Cry. Cry for me while I fuck that pretty little throat.” With a grunt, his thrusts grew quicker, pulling out slightly so as not to gag me.

Arousal surged through me as I lost myself in the moment. Daddy’s pleasure was my only thought as I dripped on the floor as he had commanded.

“That’s it, baby. Take Daddy so deep in that pretty little mouth of yours,” he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair as my eyes rolled back in my head.

With a sharp tug on my hair, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. Groaning at the way I pouted, he grabbed me under my arms, lifting me up and throwing me on the bed.

“Christ, you beautiful thing,” he huffed out, trying to regulate his breathing. He kissed directly between my breasts, following a path down the softness of my stomach, spreading my thighs wide with his broad shoulders.

One lick of his tongue split my lower lips as he found my clit. His growl of desire vibrated over the tender nub, and I closed my eyes. Without warning, the world spun as he flipped me over roughly. The way he manhandled me only made me wetter.

“Ahh—” I shrieked as he turned me clear over to lie on my tummy. Before I could get my bearings, his fingers dug into my hips, yanking me back until I was on my knees.

A strong hand pressed between my shoulder blades, keeping my breasts squashed beneath me as my head was down and my… well, my booty was up, and ready for whatever he planned to do next.

“I could look at this ass for hours, princess. So round and perfect.” His fingers slid between my thighs, tickling at my lower lips before sliding between my folds and slipping inside of me. He started finger-fucking me, every thrust driving me closer to the edge until I was thrusting back into him, begging for more, begging for him.

“You want this, princess?” He teased, pulling his fingers out and running the head of his cock between my folds, hitting my clit as I gasped.

“Yes, Daddy! Please!” Wiggling my hips, I pressed back into him, urging him not only with words but with my body.

“Ask and you shall receive, my dirty little princess,” he growled, finally giving me what I wanted. Inch by thick inch, he slid inside of me, my body stretching to accept his girth.

Groaning into the blanket, I trembled beneath him. The hand between my shoulder blades slid lower, deepening the arch of my back like a cat in heat. I felt like a cat in heat. Perhaps he should call me kitten, instead.

“Oh no! Not there, Daddy! That’s too naughty!” I gasped, pulling away slightly as his thumb circled over my backdoor slowly.

“Shush. Trust me, princess. Trust your Daddy,” he cooed, gripping my hip so I could not move away again.

Whimpering and burying my face in the blankets in utter embarrassment, I tried to relax as his thumb circled and circled, his cock thrusting in and out of me slowly. I gasped as he dripped lube over my rosebud, his thumb rubbing it in and making me squirm even more.

“That’s it, princess. Squirm on Daddy’s cock,” he groaned. “Now relax for me. Relax and let Daddy in.”

His words, combined with the thrust of his cock and his thumb slipping into my backdoor, drove me to heights unimagined. Experiencing so many sensations over so many sensitive parts was just too much to bear.

We tumbled over the edge into bliss together, crying our pleasure to the heavens as I fell apart for my Daddy.

My Daddy.

I knew I belonged to him. Irrevocably and completely.