Would I really even want to?
Reality could cut the fantasy into shreds.
I squeeze his hand when we’re done, and he leads me upstairs. It’s the same route as usual, across the landing to the guest room. It’s changed in here, though. The furniture is different. A whole new suite of white. The new bed has a white metal frame, with crystals on the bedposts, and white linen sheets with a swirling pattern of pink over the duvet cover.
Very cute.
It’s the very opposite of the wacko gothic boudoir setup I have at home.
Daddy takes a girly pink nightdress from a chest of drawers, and nods in approval when he helps me into it.
“It looks good on you, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
My tits are bulging through the tight, stretchy fabric, my nipples on proud display. Hardly a cutesy princess now I’m out of my pigtails, but Daddy pulls me close, rocking me against him as he smooths my freshly dried hair.
“I’m so pleased you’re back from your college trip, Holly.”
“Yeah, Daddy. So am I.”
He pulls back the bedcovers for me and I slide inside. He gets the lamp once he’s in beside me, whispering agoodnight, sweetheart, but it’s anything but time for sleeping.
Daddy’s lips are straight on mine, and mine are ready for him. Daddy’s weight moves on top, and my soul soars fresh. My pussy is ready to take him, even though it aches from the cleansing.
All through the night, Daddy makes love to Holly, his sweet little plaything.
All through the night, I love Daddy back, as though he’s the greatest man in the world.
The fantasy lives on, characters taking over, and I am his sweetheart. His good girl. His Holly, even though I feel nothing whatsoever like a whore.
Hours slip by so quickly when you’re having fun. In no time at all the dawn chorus begins.
“You know what,” Daddy says as we lie, snuggled together, and he strokes my hair. “I am a little disappointed in you.”
What? I shoot up on an elbow and look him in the eye. Did I fuck up along the way?
“What’s wrong?” I say, then add, “Daddy?”
He sighs. “I really believed that you would have misbehaved while you were away.” He chuckles. “I was so looking forward to punishing your peachy ass. I even bought a new pair of slippers for the occasion.” He nods towards the dresser and I see them, a brand new pair of black slippers on the floor. My clit wakes up at the thought.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say, my mind whirring for something – anything I could confess to.
“It’s ok, sweetheart,” he says, stroking my cheek. “Maybe next time.”
And then I do think of something.
“Actually,” I say, trying to look more sheepish than ever. “There was something…”
“Really? Don’t tell me you let those boys touch you.”
I shake my head. “No, I didn’t do that.”
“What is it, then? Tell me.”
“Well… It was in that turret, when Neil got his cock out and asked me to show him my tits…”
“You didn’t run away?”
