I headed out to see what was going on, if she’d forgotten something at school and had to go back for it, and heard a scream. I instantly knew it was her and I hurried down the sidewalk, seeing John coming out of his place. I saw the jerk that had her pinned against his chest and if no one else had been around, I probably would have killed him. Instead, I threw him off Danielle, seeing his pathetic cock out and fury filled me as I lifted my sobbing girl into my arms, finding her panties around her ankles.
I refused to let the cops talk to her anywhere but at our house and with me in the room, and when she said he didn’t manage to penetrate her, my relief was huge. I made sure to stay up that night and at the first scream from her, I was instantly there, gathering her to me and taking her to my room. For six months, I woke with a painfully erect cock and would stroke myself to release with her in my arms while she slept, hating my weakness but unable to stop myself.
She went back to her room after six months without any bad dreams but woke with a nightmare that night and I brought her back to bed with me. After a couple more mornings waking with her pressed firmly against my cock, rubbing against it as she slept with the sweetest little moans falling from her throat, I finally had to ask her if she’d been with anyone I didn’t know about when I wasn’t at home, or when she was at school.
Her answer of no kept me from doing anything stupid and as much as I knew I shouldn’t risk it, I refused to let her sleep anywhere but with me. I’d wake in the mornings with her ass pressed against my hard cock and I started grinding back against her while she slept on, so deep in her sleep and so innocent that she didn’t know what was happening.
Then I went to take her to her yearly appointment and heard those creeps calling her my little pussy. The way they meant it was different from the way I wanted it to be true, but when the principal said that Danielle was just a whining tease who would instantly call foul if the boys started responding to her, I was done with that place. I pulled her, finding a tutor for her to finish school and she did, phenomenally well and in just four months. I don’t think she liked someone else being there with us during the days and neither did I. I like having her all to myself.
She took over all of the chores, cooking, cleaning, laundry, ironing, doing the shopping, but when I saw her nearly fall when she tried to change a burnt-out lightbulb, I insisted that anything like that she get me for to help her. I wasn’t about to let anything hurt my baby.
We took a vacation that summer to the beach and I saw the attention sent her way from the men there, they didn’t care how old she was, and I made sure that everyone knew she was mine. When we got home, I checked to see if she wanted to go to college or find a job, that I could likely get her on somewhere with one of the people I knew. She said no, asking who would take care of me and the house if she did.
Since then, I’ve just been waiting for her to turn eighteen. Sixteen might be the age of consent, but there were too many other things to think of to risk it. If anyone would find out, if she’d freak out about me making a move on her, I didn’t want to wind up being on the wrong side of the handcuffs.
Her birthday is finally here, and I have everything planned, our whole day, but first I can’t stop from rubbing one out against her sweet ass. It’s plump and perfect and I love how it feels pressed against me. I hope I can finally get a real taste of it, bury my cock deep in that sweet dark hole and take it hard, soon.
I’ve learnt to leave a pack of tissues next to the bed to clean up the cum before she wakes, so she doesn’t think she’d sweatedand have to change the sheets daily to wash them. I hate making more work for her with my needs but soon all of my cum will be inside her sweet little body and not on my clothes, sheets, or her sweet little panties.
I slip out of bed, getting dressed and go down to make her breakfast, a little birthday treat, and return to her just as she starts to stir. She has no clue that her nightgown rides up, showing off her panties to me and I don’t tell her, it’s far too enjoyable to see.
“Happy birthday, baby,” I say setting the tray down on her lap and she sees the little box that has her first present inside. I pop the lid open, showing off the band, and her brows lift a bit making me smile. “This is so you know that you are precious to me and that you will always belong to me. You might be eighteen now but that doesn’t mean I won’t want to take care of you still.”
“I love it, Daddy,” she says, and I lean down, giving her a soft kiss on the lips as I always do when she calls me that. I slip the ring onto her finger, her left ring finger so people will think she’s taken entirely while she’s out and leave her alone.
“Go get dressed, we have a busy day,” I tell her, and she quickly gets up after eating and takes her clothes out of the dresser. She doesn’t realize that I’ve changed out all of her panties for sexy little thongs yet, but I can see the odd look on her face as she comes out of the bathroom dressed. “I bought you some new clothes, you don’t have to wear little girl things still baby, you’re not at school for those idiots to bother.”
“Thank you, Daddy, I love it,” she states, and I give her another little kiss before ushering her down to the car to take her out for her special day.
Chapter 2
Danielle
At first the thong was uncomfortable, or maybe I should say odd feeling, but it soon felt good against me, and I started to enjoy wearing it. The clothes Daddy bought me were a lot more revealing than anything he bought me before has been, the jeans tighter, the tops cut lower, but as he said, I was eighteen now and there was nothing wrong with wearing it.
The day was amazing, he took me to all of my favorite spots and when we got home, he ushered me up to the bedroom and took out a new dress. It was gorgeous, with tiny straps over the shoulder, the neckline cut to the navel, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to wear a bra with it. I slipped into the bathroom to change knowing that Daddy didn’t like it when I argued with him or asked him questions about his presents or his plans. There was a new thong, garter belt and stockings waiting in there for me and I stalled, not knowing how to use them.
“Daddy,” I said moving back to the door, catching him without a shirt on and his pants undone, and my body pulses wildly.
“What is it, baby girl?” he asks moving over to me and I feel heat hit my cheeks.
“I don’t know how to use those things,” I admit, and he gives me a smile pressing a kiss to my forehead that makes my eyes shut. He’s so sweet with me but so strong and it does really bad things to me.
“Let me help then,” he states, and I can’t help but blush again. “It’s okay baby girl, you just start getting dressed and I’ll be in in a minute.”
I nod moving back into the bathroom, changing out the underwear while keeping my bra on but I have to take off my top in order to see where the garter belt should sit as I pull it on over my plump ass. I’ve worn bikinis in front of Daddy before, but both the tops and bottoms covered more than this—alotmore.
I turned towards the mirror to put the garter belt in place and heat hits me as Daddy moved into the space, his pants changed from jeans into slacks that were still undone, his dress shirt on but hanging out of them with his tie open around his neck. I love it when Daddy dresses up, he’s so handsome and big that it made him seem even bigger somehow. He stepped up to me, his hands taking over for me and my breath stalled when his hand slid the strap down my thigh, his fingers brushing against my ass. It made something inside me wake furiously and I felt my nipples harden inside the tiny bra I wore.
He turned me towards him, lifting me up onto the vanity and took the stocking, rolling it up my leg, his fingers stroking my skin making me tingle as he took it higher, hooking the stocking in place, then went onto the other leg, doing the same for it. He stared down at me, the smile he wore completely melting my heart, and I didn’t stop him when he reached for the clasp to my bra. He slid it off, his eyes taking in my tight nipples and his head dipped, at first I thought to kiss me but instead, he tookmy nipple in his mouth and suckled it, making my body arch towards him.
“So sweet, baby girl,” he said after teasing the other nipple and no matter how much I knew it should be wrong, it felt so right. I didn’t want him to stop but he did, reaching over into the drawer and took something out of it. I wasn’t sure what it was at first, it looked like a necklace, lots of glittering little crystals but instead of a normal clasp, each side had little loops. Daddy opened a tube of something, dabbing it against his finger and then it slid over my nipple, making me gasp. Daddy blew on my nipples, and it made them so hard that it almost hurt and I forgot anything but the sensations flowing through them.
As I did, Daddy slid the loop of one side of the necklace thing onto a nipple and tightened a bead until it was pinching my nipple slightly and then turned over to the other, doing the same thing to it, letting the beads hang between my breasts. It was so incredible feeling that the spot between my legs grew wet, and I squirmed slightly. Daddy’s hand slipped down settling on my thighs and held me still, his eyes on my breasts and I didn’t care how wrong any of this might be, I wanted it and Daddy.
Daddy lifted me from the cabinet and slid the dress over my head, the cool silk dragging across my tight nipples and I let out a soft moan. It felt incredible and I didn’t know how to handle it or the wetness that was just growing between my legs. I’ve never felt like this in my life, but it felt right, as though it could only happen with Daddy.
“Get your shoes and then come help Daddy with his tie,” he tells me, and I nod, knowing he likes my hair left down and wearing very little makeup. He spanked me once when I was fifteen for wearing too much of it and he didn’t do it through my clothes. No, he pulled my pants down, panties included and landed several swats against my bare ass.
