“I want that,” she says softly.
“You have to want everything, Little Peaches. You have to want the rules I have for you, knowing they’re always there in your best interests.”
“You know I do. I have since our date at the coffee shop.”
I pause. “Then why did you talk back to Daddy when he was hanging outside your window, and again in the movie theater?” I release her face and lean back, my hands finding my hips.
“I…I wasn’t sure what was going on.”
“But you know Daddy is always here for you. Daddy has all the answers just like he answered all your questions a few minutes ago, like he had the answer of where we should go tonight, and how he knew this hotel would check us in with cash, and without showing ID.”
“You’re right, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough. You didn’t just make a mistake, you talked back to Daddy, snapped at him…more than once. And you almost sprayed him with pepper spray.”
“You’re right. I…I did all those things.”
“Daddy needs to teach you to watch your mouth, young lady.”
She nods.
“And the best way he knows to get you to close your mouth is to fill it…with his cock.”
“Daddy!” she says, her eyes drifting down to my zipper, the metal straining to keep my cock caged, the fucker demanding to be freed only so he can be caged again, but this time where he belongs. Inside her.
“Show Daddy you know how to keep your mouth shut,” I say, yanking my zipper down in one stroke, the cotton of my boxer briefs pressing out in the hole I’ve created in my jeans.
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, leaning forward and grabbing my belt.
If the sound of her voice is the sweetest sound in the world, and it is, the sound of her unbuckling my belt is a close second. Soon after there’s the whoosh of her pulling my belt through the loops before letting it hit the ground.
She claws at my button fly, managing to get it open despite the pressure from my absolutely vertical cock. My eyes start to roll back in my head but I force them open, as her hands grab the back of my trousers and she yanks them down to the bottom of my ass, my cock still in my underwear, the upward pressure keeping it from her.
But she wastes no time jerking down the front too, my dick springing free like a diving board but quickly stabilizing when her tiny hands wrap around my shaft…or as close as they can.
The feeling of her little mitts on my thickness, knowing she can’t even properly wrap her hands all the way around my girth, makes me wonder just how tight her cherry is going to be.
Fuck, I can hardly wait. But first…a lesson in discipline.
She stares at the enraged crown of my rod, unsure of what to do. “Time to own up to your punishment young lady.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, spitting right on my tip and then taking it in her warm little mouth.
Nothing in my life up to this point has ever felt so good and I’m already close, damn close.
My hand finds the back of her head and I gently bring her head forward, my rod sliding into her mouth but only about a third of the way before she gags.
“Fuck,” I moan, my hand fisting her hair as I try not to pop, as she pulls her head back and then takes me in again, even deeper the second time.
My fists are about to go white-knuckle in her hair and I’m about to paint the back of her throat with a sticky white cream too.
She groans and my blood feels like it’s on fire.
“Enough princess. You’ve pleased Daddy. You’ve shown him you learned your lesson.”
“But I was just getting started, Daddy,” she says, wiping the spit and precome off her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Me too, angel. That’s why it’s time for me to punish you another way before you drink down Daddy’s yogurt.”