I didn’t mind atall.
“Mine,” he said, his big hands holding me close, roaming over me like he owned me, making my bodysingas he walked us over to the edge of the bed and sat us down with me on his lap. “You’re saying you’re mine. You’ll really be mine. You said it.”
I nodded, doing my best to wrap myself around him right back and melt all the way into his skin. Except, well, clothes.
“Will you… will you kiss me now?” I asked, my heart starting to pound.
His eyes went hot and dark, the heat of his gaze shooting all the way through me. And for a moment, I wassurehe was going to. But instead—
“Yellow,” he said, his hands locking me in place and not letting me move when my body tried to sway toward him. “Explain, sweetheart. Tell Daddy the truth now. Why did you say it?”
Oh.
Right.
That.
I swallowed, but this time, I had to tell him. If he was really my Daddy—and he was, for me, hewas—then Ihadto.
“You were saying that you wanted to… to make me feel good tonight,” I started, my face suddenly so hot that it was probably the color of a tomato. “And I just, I didn’t want to disappoint you. I didn’t want you to keep going without telling you that I’m… um, that I hoped we could… could justnot? Not worry about me, I mean.”
He frowned.
“I’d like to… to pleaseyou, Daddy,” I said quickly. “If you’ll tell me how to make you feel good, I’ll do anything.Anything. I just, I don’t always, I can’t, um…”
Oh God. He wasn’t saying anything, and he still wasn’t smiling, and he hadn’t moved. He was justwatchingme. Waiting for me to explain. So intent and focused that it felt like I was the only thing he saw. And my stumbling attempt to talk around it wasn’t enough.
I just had to tell him.
“I get… nervous,” I admitted. “And my… parts don’t always work right.”
There, I said it.
“Your penis?” he asked, spelling it out.
I nodded, waiting for the familiar wave of shame to hit. Daddy was still looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered, though, and he didn’t laugh or turn away or say anything mean, and the shame just… didn’t come.
A weight lifted off me. Of course it didn’t come. How could I feel ashamed in front of him, when it wasn’t up to me? I was just doing what he’d told me to. He was the one in charge, and all he’d required of me was the truth.
It was…freeing.
“It won’t usually stay hard,” I told him, the words coming more easily. “At least, not… not long enough to… todoanything. Not even when I’m on my own.”
So I didn’t even bother to try much anymore.
It was easier just to ignore it.
“Okay,” Daddy said calmly after I paused again, still staring into my eyes. “Help me understand, sweetheart. I saw that you had an erection this morning, but you’re saying that was unusual for you?”
I nodded, then shook my head, then sucked my lower lip into my mouth and worked it between my teeth.
I wasn’t trying to be difficult, but yes? And also, no?
“It’s not that I, um, I don’t get excited like that, Daddy, I just… it goes away? I get hard, and it feels good, but then I start worrying about not doing it right, or not… well, just worrying about anything, really. Or sometimes, worrying abouteverything. And then I get distracted from any, um, from any good feelings, andthenI getmoreanxious,morenervous, and I try to make sure I’m doing everything right, especially if I’m with… with someone else? But the more I try, the more Idon’tdo anything right. Everything just stops working. And I hoped… maybe I’m just doing something wrong? Because I haven’t done a lot of it. Sex, I mean. But if I’m not doing it right, if that’s the problem, then I hoped, or at least I wondered, if having a Daddy totellme what to do would… help?”
Daddy ran a hand over my hair, still watching me intently. “So, you want me to teach you how to pleasure yourself, sweetheart? Help you discover what your cock responds to?”
My eyes went wide. “No! No, no, that’s… that’s not what I meant. I don’t want you to waste time worrying aboutmine. Just… just tell me what you’d like me to do withyours. I can do it, I promise. Iwantto, Daddy. I just want to make you happy.”
