“Like w-what?” She had a feeling she knew, considering the frenzy he was working her into, but she wanted to know, wanted to hear him say it.
In a flash, he had her bottoms off and he was on top of her, sinking into her, stretching her and filling her as she arched up into him. “Like Daddy’s cock.” Flexing his hips, he drove into her, flooding her system with pleasure as he took her with slow, measured thrusts. “Whenever you think you want a cup of coffee, just tell Daddy and you can have an orgasm however you’d like it. You can ask Daddy to fuck you or eat that prettypussy until you come all over my face or we can play with some of the toys you keep stashed in your nightstand.”
An image of her, tied to the bed while he forced orgasm after orgasm on her with her favorite toys flashed in her mind and a shudder racked her entire body. “That might work.”
“There’s my good girl. Are you going to come for Daddy, baby? I’ve missed the feel of you on my cock.”
Delighted by him, she couldn’t help but laugh even as he drove her closer to that shimmering peak. “You fucked me right before bed last night.”
“And then I had to wait eight whole hours to feel you again. It’s criminal.”
Her laughter was cut off by a gasp as his movements turned more demanding, every stroke of his cock hitting that exact right spot inside her.
“That’s my good girl. Let Daddy feel you come, baby. Let me feel that pretty little pussy squeezing my cock as you scream for me.”
Scream, she did, his name echoing off the walls as she shattered, molten hot pleasure racing through her veins as she clenched around him.
“Good”—he thrust into her, sending little aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her—“fucking”—another thrust—“girl.”
And then he was filling her, his own guttural groans of release mingling with her soft whimpers as he emptied himself inside her before collapsing on the bed beside her.
When their breathing finally returned to normal, he turned his head, that devastatingly boyish grin stretched across his face. “So what do you think, babygirl? Better than coffee?”
Snuggling up against him, she sighed. “Better thaneverything.”
Dylan
After their shower—during which he reminded her again just how good an orgasm from Daddy could be—he slipped away to his room for a change of clothes both for himself and his babygirl.
So far, she hadn’t put up nearly as much of a fight as he’d expected over the new rules. Even when he’d had to spank her for pushing back a little too hard, it hadn’t taken much for her to give in, much to his satisfaction.
This morning would be another step for her, and he was curious to see how it went. Up until now, he’d only taken charge of her pajama selection in the evening, and everything he’d picked out for her had been from her own wardrobe. Clothes she’d chosen for herself, with her own style and comfort in mind.
But he had his own ideas for how his babygirl should dress, at least when she was home alone with him. And he had a feeling she wasn’t going to like what he had in mind one little bit.
He found her still wrapped in nothing but a towel, running a brush through her freshly dried hair when he returned to her bedroom. Glancing up, she met his gaze in the reflection, a smile tugging at her lips. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, babygirl. You about done in here?”
“Yup. Just need to get dressed.”
Excitement pounding through his veins, he held up the pile of clothing he’d retrieved from his room. “Daddy’s already on it.”
One eyebrow raising, she turned to face him. “Just because it’s the weekend doesn’t mean I can lie around in pajamas all day.”
“First of all, I don’t see why not. Second of all, these aren’t pajamas.”
Her expression shifted, curiosity and wariness both creeping into her eyes as she gave the clothes in his hand a more careful study. “But you don’t pick out my clothes. Just my pajamas.”
“Today I do. Come with me, babygirl.”
She hesitated, her bottom lip disappearing beneath a row of perfect white teeth, and for a moment he thought she was going to argue.
But then she nodded, slowly, hesitantly, but it was agreement all the same. “Okay, Daddy.”
Pride welled in his chest. “Good girl.”
Taking her by the hand, he led her over to her bed, where he sat the pile of clothes as he reached for the towel. “I took the liberty of buying some things for you. If you don’t like them, we can talk about why, but it would make me very, very happy if you at least gave them a try. Just for today.”
