CHAPTER ONE
Vanessa
How in the world can this be happening?
How do I go two and a half decades like a completely normal girl and then turn into a twenty-five-year-old sex-crazed maniac?
I am horny right now.
That’s par for the course because I’m horny all the darned time. It sometimes feels like there is nothing that won’t arouse me! A song comes on the radio and it’s like I see a sexy, muscular guy completely naked, walking up to me and blowing me a kiss. I take a nice breath of fresh air and it’s like I see a sexy, muscular guy completely naked, walking up to me and blowing me a kiss. I cook a number eight special (which is chicken fried steak and eggs with smashed potatoes) and it’s like I see a sexy, muscular guy completely naked, walking up to me and blowing me a kiss.
I take a shower.
I wake up.
I make breakfast or lunch or dinner.
I check my mail.
I charge my phone.
Whatever the heck I do, I do it and it’s like I see a sexy, muscular guy completely naked, walking up to me and blowing me a kiss.
Right now, I’m in bed. Of course, it’s like I see a sexy, muscular guy completely naked, walking up to me and blowing me a kiss.
It’s always the same sexy, muscular guy. I haven’t actually seen Grayson Folsom naked but I don’t have any doubt in the world that the sight would be thrilling. He’s never blown me a kiss either. That doesn’t stop the image filling me mind twenty-four hours a day.
At the moment, I’m a sex-crazed twenty-five-year-old girl who happens to be on her bed under the blankets and letting her hands wander as I think about this man. He’s a Daddy. I know that. DDlg. Daddy Dom/little girl. My friend Chrissy has a relationship like that with her husband, and since the two of us are the very definition of best friends, I hear all about it. It’s kind of like a kinky master/servant thing but that doesn’t do it justice.
A Daddy takes care of his little girl. A little girl obeys her Daddy.
There’s a whole hell of a lot more to it but at the moment I don’t care. At the moment I’m not interested in the hell of a lot more. I’m interested in Grayson and interested in him calling me his little girl while he—
“Oh God, Daddy!” I’m so worked up that when I slip a finger into my pussy, it actually surprises me with the amount of pleasure that rushes over me. Of course, imagining referring to Grayson as Daddy adds a whole new element to the pleasure. I move a hand to my breast and squeeze it as I imagine Gray right there with me, holding tightly as he thrusts into me. The very thought is overpowering and wonderful. I think about his dark, stern eyes and let out another moan.
I slip another finger inside and gasp as I imagine his thick cock stretching me out. I open my legs wider, imagining myself opening up for him. “Take me, Daddy,” I moan. “I’m yours.”
I increase my speed and the sensations increase with it. I moan and writhe, letting my other hand travel over my breasts and navel and thighs and imagine him watching me as I react to his actions inside me and all over me. The only thing that might make the fantasy better is if Grayson was actually there to hold me still and force my body to focus on the pleasure without reacting to it.
I lift my free hand to my neck and squeeze but it’s not the same as if it were Grayson holding me. I give up after a few seconds and instead lower my hand to my pussy where my fingers are rapidly thrusting into me. I let my fingertips graze over my clit. I gasp and stiffen in shock as a bolt of electricity seems to run through me. I move my fingers in slow circles over my clit, gasping and twitching as sparks continue to surge up my spine and down my legs to my toes, causing them to curl and lift off of the bed.
My fingers continue to slam into me and the pleasure I feel inside my pussy merges with the pleasure radiating from my clit until my whole body seems to roll up and over waves of sensation that grow in intensity as my orgasm approaches.
“Oh, Daddy, you feel so good!” I cry out. Warmth pools in my belly and I know I’m close. I gasp once, twice, as the pleasure rises to a peak and holds there for a few seconds.
Then the wave crashes and I scream, shuddering and jerking as my climax pulses through me. The orgasm is harder than most orgasms I’ve had with partners—a testament to just how drop-dead sexy Grayson is.
“Oh God, Daddy!” I cry out when I can speak again. My hands continue to move crazily inside my pussy and over my clit and I feel my climax beginning to peak again. The feeling is so intense it’s almost too much but I push myself through until a second orgasm bursts within me. My legs shudder in the air, and I cry out and roll over onto my side, trying to regain some control over my body. This orgasm lasts longer than the first one and though I stop moving my hands, it is nearly a minute before the pulses of climax subside and I’m able to lie still on the bed. It’s another few minutes still before my pussy relaxes enough that I can remove my fingers.
“Oh my God,” I moan. “Daddy, that was amazing.”
Daddy doesn’t answer because Daddy isn’t there. At the moment, Daddy isn’t even Daddy. Daddy is just Grayson and I am just Vanessa. That has to change. I don’t know how, but some way or another, I have to make Grayson my Daddy.
My phone buzzes and a moment later, I have an opportunity to do just that. The text is from Chrissy. Come over tonight. Daddy’s hosting a barbecue and all the other little girls are coming with their Daddies.
I text back, I don’t have a Daddy, though.
A moment later, I receive her reply. I know. That’s why Daddy invited Grayson. She follows this with a winky emoji and I blush. Not from embarrassment. Chrissy is well aware of my feelings for Grayson. I blush because I may actually have a chance to make him my Daddy now.
I text back, I’ll be there. I put the phone down and leap into the air, pumping my fist and shouting, “Yes!” Then I hurry to shower and dress.