“I ran. I pushed him aside and ran and caught up with the group.”
Daddy raises his eyebrows, his expression one of shock.
“Did he try it on again? Or Stuart?”
I shake my head. “They would blow me sneaky kisses. One time, I caught Stuart kissing Dee Harrison. She was jerking him off. Stuart saw me but he didn’t stop. Just grinned at me as his cum splattered the castle wall.”
“Dear God, where were the teachers?”
I shrug. “Mrs Potter and Mr Trench seemed very cosy. I think they were doing their own sneaking off sometimes. But I made sure that I stayed tight with the group. I wasn’t going to give those horrible boys the chance to corner me again.”
“Are you telling me you didn’t let them have their filthy way with you, Holly? You were good? Right the way through?”
“I was good, I swear. I didn’t even kiss them. Because nothing they could do, even if they did make it feel great, would ever compare to you. They would never even come close.”
I look down at my fingers, Holly shy and abashed in front of her father figure. The man who makes her feel like the most special girl there could ever be.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” he says. “After the notebooks, and finding you here being such a bad girl with that idiot on the sofa.” He reaches over the breakfast bar and takes my hands. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. So very proud.”
The burst of pride I feel in my chest is so genuine, it’s crazy.
“Thanks, Daddy.”
“And you know what good girls get? They get their rewards. Daddy’s going to make you feel so nice, sweetheart. You’ll get much more than those idiots promised. Their stupid offers will pale in comparison to what you’re going to get from me tonight.”
All my concerns about making the wrong roleplay choice fade to nothing when Daddy smiles at me with pure radiance.
I’m full of beautiful jitters as he walks around the breakfast bar to stand before me, so tall. He tips my face up, and runs his thumb across my lips.
“You’re home now,” he says again. “Let Daddy make you feel safe again.”
It’s instinct that has me opening my mouth for him to push his thumb inside. I suck him so gently, moaning softly as I take comfort. A pacifier.
“That’s it,” he tells me. “Relax for your daddy. Good girl.”
I close my eyes, focusing on nothing else but the way his big thumb feels against my tongue as I suck. I don’t bob my head, just suckle, my nipples hardening under my blouse. Fuck, how I want him.
He uses his other hand to pull my tie loose, and I don’t help him. I’m just his little girl right now, sucking in comfort. He’s an expert with the buttons on my blouse, slipping them open one by one until my lacy white bra is uncovered. I sit on my hands, still sucking on his thumb as he teases my tits through the fabric.
“You’re feeling horny, aren’t you?” he says. “I see those perky nipples.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper around his thumb.
“I’m so pleased those stupid boys didn’t get a sight of your beautiful tits. They are all for me.”
I gasp as he pulls his thumb from my mouth and uses both of his hands to squeeze my tits. He rubs his thumbs across my nipples, and I’m already so horny that my breaths are hitching. I want my daddy to touch me so bad it hurts.
I open my legs on the stool, inviting him.
“I’m really wet, Daddy,” I tell him. “You make it feel so nice. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Let me see.” His hands ease my knees further apart, and he raises my plaid skirt until he can see my sopping white panties. My thighs are clammy. Slick for his touch. He smiles as he runs his fingers towards my pussy. “You’re soaking, sweetheart. Soaking wet for your daddy. That’s my girl.”
I arch my back as he presses against my clit, lost to the sensation. I want his cock, and I want it now. His little girl is so horny, she’s panting.
“Please, Daddy. Please. I so wanted Stuart and Neil inside me, making me their slut, and I nearly broke and gave in.”
“Oh you did, did you?” He brushes my clit some more.
