"I won't hurt you," I told her. "I just want you to feel better." I dipped my hand back into the jar and lathered another layer onto her bruised bottom. Oh, how tight her pussy must be. I'd been down to the Gen Pop bars with the other DITs to have fun, but those women weren't new to sex. Hell, some of them had made it their careers according to Milton, who enjoyed their services far more often than what could be healthy. None of them mattered though. I'd never truly wanted any of them the way I wanted Eleanor right now.
Daring it, my finger ran down, tracing her bare pussy lips. She let out a small gasp. I trailed up to her mound, and then back down again, teasing myself and her, but not pushing between her folds. I did it again at a lazy pace, all while continuing to stroke myself. No one had ever been here before, touching her like this. The very idea spurred me on. I wanted to be the first to touch, to taste, and to fuck her.
The second time my finger ran along her slit, her hips shifted upward ever so slightly. What was this? A gift? A request?
"Daddy?" she asked.
"Yes, Eleanor?" I squeezed my cock, slick with precum.
"Are you going to make me feel better?"
I bit down. Oh, her voice was so... needy.
"Yes. I can do that. I can make you feel good if you want. Do you want that, Eleanor?" There was a pause, and then she said.
"Yes, Daddy."
I slid my pointer finger between her lips and found her soaking wet. She gasped as I ran along her slit, finding her clit easily.
"This will make you feel good. You just need to relax."
I stroked her wet, velvet folds tenderly. I explored her with a hunger I'd never felt before. God, how beautiful she was. She'd always been prettier than the other Young Ladies, but now she was otherworldly, splayed out with her ass in the air and her pussy on display for me to stroke as slow or as fast as I wanted. I matched her breathing cadences. She squirmed restlessly and gripped the sheets. Her breaths turned into pants and the hand stroking my member matched the speed at which my fingers strummed her clit.
"Oh, Daddy!" Eleanor cried out as she jerked and came all over my fingers. Her body pulsed, growing wetter and warmer. Her words had sent me over the edge as well, and I came in my hand. I opened my eyes once I came down, and stared at my hand, covered in my cum.
What did I do?I gulped and removed the hand from between her legs.
"Do you feel better now?" I asked.
"Yes, Daddy."
With shaky hands, I dipped both into the jar, mixing my fluids with the arnica cream. I spread them around my hand, mixing them thoroughly and returned to her purple ass. "Just one more layer and then rest." I rubbed the concoction over her, admiring every curve and mark. I'd never seen such a beautiful thing as Eleanor orgasming. I wanted to experience it as much as possible if I could.
Post-orgasm clarity hit me as I finished spreading the lotion. I pulled back in disgust at myself. This wasn't the man I was 24 hours ago. This was someone entirely different. I was someone's Daddy now.
What had I just done to my Young Lady?
Chapter 17 - Eleanor
Don’t count anyone out.
13 years old
"What do you think it is?" Veronica pulled gently at the pink ribbon wrapped around the gift addressed to me. I'd found it at my door this morning with no note telling me who it was from. I took it to class, and my friends surrounded my desk before the teacher entered, admiring the pretty wrapping.
"I'm not sure," I said. I knew who I'd hoped it was from but I couldn't say that out loud. Young Ladies weren't allowed to do the things other girls did. Things like talk to boys and fall in love. If we were overheard, I could be punished.
"Well, open it!" Olive hissed. "Whoever it's from must really like you to get that fancy paper. I bet it’s something good."
"Can you imagine?" Nancy, more boy-obsessed than any of us, sighed and held her hands to her chest. "What if it's from a DIT? Maybe one of them braved punishment just to make sure you got a birthday present from him."
"You really think one of those pests would be that thoughtful?" Olive, always bitter about anyone else getting attention, snickered. "And for Eleanor?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Veronica stood up for me. Veronica was always sticking up for everyone when Olive was being a real snob. "You wish one of the DITs would look at you twice. Maybe if you ranked higher you'd get presents like Eleanor."
"Will you please just open it!" Pearl shrieked over the arguing. We stopped and returned to the box in front of me.
I lifted the ribbon and began to pull. Just as I had the ribbon free, loud talking entered the room, and the DITs came in. We looked up from my desk and turned to them.
