Laine

Nick’s smiling when I slip into the passenger seat, and I can’t stop giggling as Kelly Anne’s silly-arse blowjob techniques flash back through my mind.

“What?” he asks. “What’s got you so tickled?”

I shake my head, and try to stop, but he leans toward me, his eyes so questioning, and it’s too much. It’s much too much.

“Kelly Anne,” I say, and he sighs before I’ve even started. “No!” I tell him, “it’s funny. She was, um… trying to teach me… in the toilets…”

He raises an eyebrow. “Trying to teach you what exactly, Laine?”

The giggles stop as I realise I’ve committed myself to sharing the stupid story. And with that comes the truth that I’ve been blabbing about us, about what we did. It feels like I’ve done wrong somehow, like I shouldn’t be talking about that, and I guess my expression says so, because his eyes won’t leave mine.

“What, Laine?”

I shrug. “I, um… I told Kelly Anne, some things.”

He nods. “Some things about us?”

I tap the empty lunchbox in my lap. “I won’t tell her anything else… not if it’s private…”

“Do you want us to be private?”

I shrug again. “If that’s what you want…”

His hand rests on my arm. “That’s not answering my question. Do you want us to be private?”

I don’t. I don’t want us to be private. I want to shout it from the rooftops, show the whole world that a man like Nick loves me, and I’m his and he’s mine. But I don’t say that. The words don’t come, so I shake my head, hoping my eyes tell him all that.

“No,” I say. “I don’t want us to be private, like we’re doing something wrong. I want it to be… real…”

He smiles. “It is real. We’re real.” His fingers squeeze my elbow. “I have no problem with you telling Kelly Anne about us, Laine, but you should be aware that aspects of our… relationship… may make people uncomfortable.”

“I didn’t tell her about… those bits…” I admit, and my cheeks are on fire.

“Probably for the best.” He squeezes again. “I’m not ashamed, sweetheart, but we’re unorthodox. Our relationship is unorthodox. Be prepared for what that means, should it get out somehow.”

“It won’t…” I tell him. “I’d only talk to Kelly Anne, and she’d…”

“She’d what?”

I don’t want to say it, but I do. “She’d laugh, or be super icked out. She wouldn’t get it.”

He laughs, and it surprises me. “Super icked out could arguably be the right response to a situation like ours. Daddy play is… niche, Laine, so niche that most people just wouldn’t understand.”

I laugh with him, but I’m shaking my head. “No! It’s not super icky, not at all! I like it… it’s just…”

“A little bit icky?”

“No!” I fidget in my seat. “I meant it’s private, not icky.”

Daddy play. The words spin in my brain, and they make sense. That’s what this is. It’s Daddy play. I saw that on Jerry Springer once, years ago, some grown up woman in pigtails, colouring in while this guy talked to Jerry about how she was his little-y or something.

It made me feel squirmy, all weird and hot, and then so guilty when Mum laughed about it and said how gross it was. Window cleaner guy, that’s who she said it to. And he hadn’t said a word, just stared in my direction.

“Let’s go home,” Nick says, and my thoughts are right back with him. He’s looking at me so intently as he puts the car in gear, like he knows I’m feeling all squirmy again at the memory.

I nod. “Home sounds real good.”

“Yes,” he says. “It does.”

And in that moment he’s that Nick again. The Daddy Nick that rubbed his cock against me until he came.

* * *

Nick

She’s thinking about it, the Daddy play. I can see it all over her face. I can feel it in her wispy little breaths, her eyes staring at me as I make fast work of the drive home.

She’s thinking about it and she likes it.

I imagine her horny little clit. Imagine her damp white knickers. Imagine the way she’s clenching her thighs under the lunchbox in her lap.

“I’m going to shave you,” I tell her.

“Okay,” she says without hesitation, as though I’ve told her we’re having chicken for dinner.

But I want more than that. My cock is craving a reaction, my cock is craving her. Craving the guilty devilment in her eyes when she knows she’s my horny little girl.

“I’m going to shave your pretty little cunt, Laine, and then I’m going to suck on that smooth little mound until you come for your daddy like a good girl.”

Her mouth drops open, her cheeks bloom red, and it makes me so fucking hard.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? Tell Daddy that’s what you want.”

Her voice is so delicate. “Yes… yes, please…”

“I need more than that, Laine…Yes please, Daddy. I want you to shave me and lick me, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.”

She shifts in her seat and clears her throat, and her sweet excitement is too much for me. I take her lunchbox and throw it onto the backseat, and my fingers slip between her legs, rubbing at her through the denim of her jeans.

“Yes please, Daddy,” she whispers, so softly, and her legs part, her hips rolling up for more.

“You like that, Laine? You like being my little girl?”

She nods, her lip pinched between her teeth. It takes all of my restraint to pull my hand away and turn my attention back to the road.

“I saw it… on the TV…” Her voice is hushed, confessional. “I saw it… this woman… in pigtails… and this guy… being her daddy…”

“Did it make you wet?”

She nods again. “I went to bed and touched myself, and it felt… icky… but nice…”

“Dirty,” I tell her. “The word is dirty.”

“Dirty…” she repeats. “It felt dirty… but nice… I couldn’t stop.”

“You don’t have to stop. We can play that game forever, Laine. You can be my dirty little girl forever.”

“Forever…” Dainty fingers reach out and stroke my hand on the gearstick.

“Daddy’s going to make you his, Laine. Daddy’s going to fuck you, and love you, and punish you when you’re bad. Daddy will take care of you, sweetheart. I’ll make it feel so nice when you’re good, and make it hurt so bad when you’re not. That’s what you need, Laine. Love and discipline. That’s what all little girls need from their daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy…” Her breaths are like gasps. “Please… that’s what I want… that’s what I always wanted… I want this… I want it so bad…”

My cock is straining and my heartbeat is thumping in my temples. Everything is twitching, pounding, on the verge of exploding, all because of this divine little creature I picked up in the rain.

I should stop.

We should stop. Stop this perverted little game we’re playing.

But stopping is the last thing I want.

* * *

Laine

He doesn’t do any of the usual stuff, like head through to the kitchen. He doesn’t head upstairs and take his jacket off and hang it up, or take my lunchbox and put it in the dishwasher. He doesn’t make himself a coffee or get me a juice, or ask me about my day.

When Daddy Nick closes the front door today, he takes my hair in his hand and pulls tight until I gasp, and then he kisses me, and his tongue is so rough and so fast, his thigh between mine as he pins me to the wall in the hallway.

I wonder if this is it. If he’ll really take me now.

If he’ll take me here, with my jeans around my ankles and his tongue in my mouth. I want that. I want it any way he wants to give it to me.

His fingers tug at my cami top and squeeze my tits through my bra, and he’s so hard against my belly, so hard and so big.

Suddenly Kelly Anne’s silly techniques don’t seem so silly.

I want to try them. Every single one of them.

I open my mouth wide for Daddy, let him push his tongue so deep, squirming against his leg as his fingers tug and pinch at my nipples. I like it. I like it so much when he’s rough like this.

I wonder what it would feel like to be a bad girl and have him punish me, and I like that, too.

I groan as he pulls away, and his breath is hot in my face. Hot and fast.

“Upstairs,” he orders. “Take your clothes off in the kitchen and wait for me at the table.”

I nod and my tummy lurches as I leave him. He watches me all the way upstairs as the butterflies flutter. My heart thumps as I take off my cardigan on the way, and my cami, too. I fold them and place them on the chair, then unclip my bra with shaky fingers. I slip down my jeans and step out of them, my knickers, too, and put them on the pile until I’m only in my socks.

I’m tugging them off when he comes into view, and he stares at me. Swallows as I pull them free and put them on the chair with my knickers.

He’s carrying a towel, and a bowl.

And a razor.

He’s carrying a razor.

I feel so exposed as he comes near. His suit is so fine and his hair is so slick, and mine’s a wispy mess. I brush it from my face as he watches. His eyes glint as he pats the table, and I hitch up and onto it, the wood so hard against my ass.

“Lie back, legs up,” he tells me, and I do as he says, grabbing hold of my knees and holding them tight to my chest like I did last night.

He rolls me backwards, and slips a towel under my ass, and it feels so icky… dirty… like I’m a baby on a changing mat, and he’s about to wipe my dirty bottom…

I wonder if he can see my… see it…

I wonder if he wants to…

He runs his fingers down my thighs, all the way to my pussy, and further. And I know then that he can. He can see everything.

He pulls my ass cheeks apart and it makes me screw my eyes closed, knowing he’s looking at me there… knowing he can see the most private parts of me…

“Relax,” he says. “No secrets from Daddy, remember? I want to see everything, know everything. Every beautiful dirty little part of you.”

I feel heady. Nervous. My throat is dry and my feet are twitchy as he runs his thumb across my asshole. My actual asshole. And it tickles, but it’s a nice tickle.

I don’t know if it should feel this good, but it does… it feels really good.

“Dirty little girls like Daddy’s cock in their ass, Laine.”

He says it so bluntly, his voice so deep and strong. It makes my toes tingle, to think of him… in there…

“Good little girls are lucky because they get it nice and gentle.”

The question rolls off my tongue. “And bad little girls..?”

I can hear the smile in his voice. “Be good and you won’t have to find out.”

His thumb, back and forth, pressing into my ass, and I like it. I like being a dirty girl.

I open my eyes, and his are fixed between my legs, right where he’s touching. He looks so different like this, so dark and sexy and fierce, so different from the Daddy Nick that makes my lunchbox and strokes my hair at night.

“Wait right here,” he says, like that’s necessary.

He picks up the bowl and heads out of view, and I bounce my knees against my chest while I wait. I hear water running, and footsteps, my neck craning for sight of him. Steam rises from the bowl when he comes back into view, and there are those tingles in my toes again, those wings beating in my belly.

I peer down between my thighs as he lathers soap into his hands. They feel so warm as they touch against my pussy, so gentle as he rubs suds all over me. He meets my eyes as he takes the razor.

“Relax, sweetheart. I’ll be careful.”

I nod. “I know you will, Daddy.”

It feels so strange, the sensation of the blade against my skin. Long strokes, then short ones, his fingers spreading me open to run the razor between my lips. I trust him so much that it’s easy to relax. I stare in fascination, not fear. Watching him, watching the way he’s so careful and precise, watching the smile on his face as he shaves me bald and makes me so tender.

I flinch as the razor dips between my ass cheeks, and then I giggle for being so silly.

“Nice and smooth,” he says, and runs the blade everywhere. Everywhere.

He wipes me down with a warm cloth and it feels like tingly heaven. Like my skin’s never been touched before. I want to feel it for myself, but I don’t move, just hold my knees tight like he asked me to.

“Beautiful,” he says. “You’re absolutely beautiful, little Laine.”

He dips his head and blows warm breath on me, and it makes me shudder and squirm.

“Tingles…” I whisper. “It all tingles…”

He lets out a groan as he presses his lips to my pussy, and it’s so raw that it makes my head spin. His tongue swirls and laps at me, his fingers spreading me open until he’s flicking my clit with fast little strokes and I’m gripping my knees so tight my fingers hurt.

“Yes, Daddy… please…”

His mouth is hot as he clamps it onto me, and he sucks hard. I make stupid hissing noises as he pinches my clit between his teeth, and my muscles are clenched tight, my hips bucking, desperate for more.

It’s easy to come today. My body just does it, my breath fast and short, my legs trembling as I go up and over the edge. He makes it so easy.

I jump as his tongue touches my asshole, squirming away before he realises he’s made a mistake and squicks out, but he grabs my thighs and holds me tight, and his tongue is right back there, tasting me, in my dirtiest place, where it feels so icky… dirty…

“Daddy…” I whisper, as though I need to tell him, but he just grunts and pushes the point of his tongue right there, right inside.

His voice is muffled and gruff. “Relax,” he says. “Let Daddy taste you.”

And he can’t mean… but he does… he does mean it. His fingers spread my ass and his tongue pushes and pokes its way inside, and it feels like an electric eel, all sparky and tickly and jolty.

And I can’t get enough.

I can’t get enough of how it feels.

He knows it, too. I hear a low laugh. “Daddy knows how to make you feel good, sweetheart.”

He pushes in deeper and I can’t stop myself moaning.

I gasp as he pulls away. He licks his lips as I stare at him, and I wonder what I taste like.

But I don’t think I want to know.

I drop my knees and let my legs hang over the edge of the table. I’m propped up on my elbows as Daddy Nick unbuckles his belt.

“Do you want to make Daddy feel good?”

I smile so brightly, because it’s real and true. There’s nothing I want more than to make Daddy feel good.

He beckons me off the table, and his hand lands on my head, pushes me down to my knees, and I know what’s coming. I just hope I remember what Kelly Anne told me.

His cock is so big when he pulls it free. He smells all grown up, and his cock is dark and thick and veiny. He works it in his hand and the end is wet, just a little. The slit in the end is so close to my face, and I wonder if I could fit the tip of my tongue in there, and if I’d want to.

Yes, I’d want to.

My mouth opens on instinct, my eyes moving up to meet his as his fingers stroke my hair.

“Give me your mouth, little Laine,” he says, and his hips push forward, the big, dark head of his cock aiming right for my lips. “Look at Daddy now. Keep looking at Daddy.”

He’s bigger in my mouth than I expect, pushing past my teeth until my cheeks billow and strain, and I want to retch but fight it, just try to keep breathing through my nose as he rocks himself back and forth.

“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s a good girl.”

He pushes to the back of my throat and I splutter until he pulls out again.

“Suck Daddy. Suck Daddy with that pretty little mouth.”

I do suck him. I suck him hard, not caring how my mouth is wet and slurpy. Not caring that my eyes are watering and my cheeks feel hollow with the strain.

I forget every single piece of advice Kelly Anne gave me, because it’s all I can do to keep sucking as he takes my hair and holds me tight. He thrusts, slowly, but deep, gently, back and forth.

“That’s it… good girl…” He closes his eyes and lets out a grunt. “Deeper, let Daddy deeper.”

I retch as he pushes, but don’t pull away. I never want to pull away.

He pushes his dick into my cheek until it strains, and then he watches me. Watches me with his big thick cock stretching my mouth, and I pray I’m doing it right, pray I’m good enough.

“Perfect,” he growls. “Fuck, Laine, you’re a fucking treasure.”

His pleasure is the greatest sound on earth. The roughness of his fingers in my hair is the greatest feeling. I love it when he grunts and groans, when he thrusts and makes me gag.

I love it when he loses control and his hips jerk and thrust and his dick twitches and pulses in my mouth.

I love the filthy noises it makes when he’s fucking my mouth.

Because that’s what he’s doing. He’s fucking my mouth.

My fingers can’t stop playing with my clit, and my bare pussy feels so strange and sensitive. I’m making noises too, weird little gasps that sound like squeaks as his balls slap off my chin.

They’re bigger than I thought, too.

“Daddy’s going to come,” he rasps. “You want Daddy’s cum, don’t you?”

I can barely nod, but I try anyway.

“It’s coming… take it all for Daddy, take it all, sweetheart…”

It hits the back of my tongue first, and it’s thick and salty and makes me choke. I feel him spurt against my lips, and it tastes so strange, like nothing I’ve ever tasted.

“Open for Daddy…” he groans, and there’s more. I open wide as his dick jerks and his cum fills my mouth, and it’s warm under my tongue, my eyes streaming as it trickles to the back of my throat.

He grunts and swears and works his cock as it spurts, over and over, and then he tenses and sighs. He smooths the hair from my forehead and smiles at me.

“Show me, show Daddy.”

I open my mouth wide, and he looks inside, then pushes his fingers in, rolls them around my tongue where I’m full of him.

“Good girl…” he says, and it makes my heart so proud. “Swallow for Daddy.”

I swallow it all down like a good little girl and show him my empty mouth, and it’s really not that bad. It’s not so bad at all, not like Kelly Anne said it was.

I like Daddy Nick’s cum, just as much as I like the rest of him.

He pulls me to my feet and wraps me in his arms, and I feel so giddy, so floaty and light as he holds me tight.

He kisses my mouth, where he’s been, and I’m sure I must taste of him, but he doesn’t care. His tongue licks at mine, and mine licks his right back, and I’m giggling, happy.

I’m still giggling as he pulls away.

“You can do your homework before dinner,” he says, and dirty Daddy Nick is all gone.