Sage
Naked on the bed, with all the candles flaring and the lights outside peeking in, we made love. Daddy Preston left no part of me untouched. He made me come twice, once with his mouth and again with his hand. He cupped my ass a lot. I began to think it was his favorite part of me other than me being the sweet little he never knew he wanted until last week.
And to think it was my baby self that triggered him blew my mind.
Could a person fall in love so quickly? Because as he kissed me and cupped my ass cheeks, I realized this was it. This was what I’d been waiting for my whole life. The funny feeling inside me would not go away. It was like I was hovering over the bed in total euphoria, an out of body experience at the daddy pleasure he gave me.
Preston was a generous lover. How he had remained single at age thirty-five confused me. He was striking to look at, a gentleguy who could take charge, and rich. How had nobody snapped him up before?
We were still getting to know each other. Maybe he had quirks not yet revealed.
Inwardly, I laughed at the thought, then turned over and cried out, “Will you fuck me now, Daddy?”
“Language.”
“Sorry. I didn’t say please. Please fuck me?”
His laughter went right through me in a warm wave. I was giddy.
“We did that last night. Your body needs to rest. We have all day tomorrow for many things.”
“Is that your way of trying to tell me I’ve exhausted you?”
He continued to laugh.
In the morning,Daddy made another bath for me and got in behind me, his hands coming around my arms and washing me all over again while I played. He’d bought new tub toys. A mini beach ball which I could throw against the wall and catch again, and a boat that when you wound it up it sped in circles before crashing against the porcelain. We had fun.
It was Sunday. Daddy said he didn’t work on Sundays and left his laptop upstairs.
In the breakfast nook, I gobbled down the eggs and toast and fruit he served me. Yummy. He drank coffee and I drank juice from a bright pink sippy cup I’d brought from home.
“I love that cup,” Daddy said. “I never thought about you wanting that.”
I smiled smugly. He was learning. If he kept me and made me his, I’d probably be drowning in new sippy cups by Christmas.
All day we did little, fun keepsake things. In addition to cuddling on his couch with some heavy petting, we went for a walk. Later, though it was too cold to swim, we sat out by his pool and talked for over an hour. We’d become lovers quite quickly. Now we were becoming pals.
We had pizza delivered, all hot and gooey with a soft crust the way I liked it. He insisted on feeding me slice after slice in the living room. The TV was on but I couldn’t tell you what show played. My focus was entirely and totally on Daddy.
Suddenly, Daddy stood up and said, “Okay, enough.”
Enough of what? A slow panic began to seize me. I flinched.
He looked down at me momentarily confused. Then said, “I didn’t mean to startle you, sweetheart.” He reached out his hand to me. “It just that Daddy needs something and it needs to be right now.”
“What?”
“You.”
I immediately jumped up to join him. He grasped my hand and practically pulled me upstairs.
In the blink of an eye, he got out clean towels, condoms and lube. Oh my. I stood watching him, demure with my hands clasped behind me, my ankles crossed. I spoke up.
“Daddy, whatever is all that for?”
He turned to look at me with smirk. “I think you already know. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure you feel good.”
“Then hurry, Daddy, because I’m about to explode.”
