"I'm not taking any calls tonight. And I have nothing to hide from you. You can look at my phone anytime you want." I start up the stairs. "And that's another thing — we're getting you a new phone tomorrow. I want to know everything that's going on with you. Everything. I'm your safe place, baby. If you can't tell it to me, we have a problem."
Through the doors of my primary suite. I tug back the fluffy duvet, fresh white sheets waiting.
"Kneel here. I'm going to take this off you. That leather's gonna be rubbing on your skin and leave marks."
My heart flips in my chest as she lets out another little yawn.
I can't help but admire her as I unstrap the leather, working it off her arms first, pulling it from her creamy flesh, watching her tits sway as I lean her back, pull her legs up, and drag the strappy little outfit off her legs, leaving her naked in my bed.
That thought repeats in my head like a metronome.
She's naked in my bed.
Fuck. Her body's red.
Tiny little fingerprint sized bruises popping up here and there. There are a few pinch marks from my teeth as well.
I hate how much I love her marked with me. And that's not the only thing.
“Spread your legs, baby Let me see if you’re still holding all that good daddy cream inside for me.”
She bends her knees, spreading without question.
“God, that's beautiful.” I rake my hand down my face, my balls ready to off load inside her again right here, but I won’t. She needs to heal. It’s bad enough I rearranged her insides, fucked her like a brute when I’m supposed to be acting like her dad and making sure her little ballet audition goes as well as expected.
But, seeing my cum is dried on her inner thighs…tinted a pink with the evidence that she is no longer untouched takes my breath away.
I’m a stoic by nature, but I’m damn near close to crying right now.
A shudder moves through me; my breathing picks up.
“Stay just like that.” I work my way into the primary suite bathroom, grabbing a fresh white hand towel, punching the instant hot water button on the sink, wetting it down then twisting out the excess water.
I return with it, ready to clean her up. She's perfectly still.
In perfect position.
Only, her eyes are closed. Little puffs of air moving in and out of her swollen lips. She's fucking asleep.
She fell asleep with her legs open for me. Never has there been such a good girl.
My good girl.
My erection returns to full length, throbbing and greedy for her.
My balls are lead weights between my legs.
I'm a motherfucker, but I'm going to take care of her and still take care of me.
I yank down my fly and battle the steel pole from the opening, raking my hand up and down, my hard on.
I replay our little scene back at the club. Sweat gathers on my brow as I pump up and down, up and down. Stepping to the side of the bed, letting my eyes travel from her tits to her little mouth down to her swollen, battered pussy.
Her voice echoes in my head calling medaddy, daddy, daddy, daddywhile I unloaded all my seed right up inside her virgin pussy.
Other thoughts careen in my mind as I work my dick. Images of her here in my home. Wearing one of those fucking tutus with nothing else. Dancing around.
Her hair not in a bun this time. But in a couple pigtails as I grab them like handlebars and shove my cock down her throat loving the tears on her cheeks.
