“What a good girl, pet,” I praise, leaning down to lick at her mouth, not caring about the mess I made there, “wait here, let me take care of my girl,” I tell her, smiling when she nods and bounces a little on her knees, seeming proud of herself.
Rushing to the kitchen, I grab a hand towel to clean her up. When I get back to the living room, she is right where I left her, on her knees, covered in my spend, not having moved an inch. I go to her and tilt her head back, carefully cleaning up the mess. I don’t like the idea of her not being marked by me but I can mark her again later.
“Come, now, let me reward you baby girl,” I coo gently, leading her to the master bedroom and then the large master bath.
Perri glances at the floor length mirror a few feet from us and bows her head. My flight suit is still unzipped but I tucked myself away. Her dress is unbuttoned a few buttons, flashing her creamy tits, and her hair is a mess from me. Her red lipstick is gone, smeared across her cheek and her skin is damp from where I came. I think she looks goddamn perfect, but something tells me she disagrees.
“Take your dress off,” I command, stepping back to give her room, “show me how perfect you are.” I reach around, tilting her head back so she has to look at the mirror. Her eyes say she won’t obey me but her body can’t deny me. Her hands shake as they go to the buttons still holding her dress together.
“Pet,” I bow my head to brush the words against her ear, “you are so goddamn beautiful you stole my breath today. Now I want to see all of you. Do not be shy with me, show me what belongs to me now,” I kiss her throat and she nods, her shoulders going back. There’s my good girl.
Perri takes a deep breath and nods her head again, as if bolstering herself. Her hands get steadier with each button she undoes. When she gets to the tie at her waist, she catches my eye in the mirror and gives me a flirty little smile. I grin and nod, telling her to continue. With a flourish, she undoes it and the whole thing drops to her feet.
Earlier, after I made her come in the alcove, I ripped her red lacy thong off. Told her not to bother with them again—I want easy access to her. Now she stands in just a scrap of lace that barely holds her full tits. Behind her, I pinch the closure. Her little gasp makes my dick jerk. Bending my head, I kiss at the straps, shoving them from her shoulders.
Standing before me, she is a vision of complete perfection. Her hips are wide and round and I grasp her there, letting my fingers sink into the soft flesh. Thick thighs spread just enough to show me the slit between her thighs and in the mirror, I can see she is wet, glistening with need. Her waist fits in my hands so I show her that, rubbing gently at the light marks most women hate. Tiger stripes. I love them and I plan to show her when I kiss every single one of the ones that mark her skin.
Her stomach is soft and when she tries to cover it, I grasp her hands to gather them behind her. I let my other hand trace every single line of her, adoring it with a feathery touch. I run my fingers along a tattoo at her ribcage, a small, caged bird with a poem I will know by heart soon. Gliding my hands up, I cup her breasts in my hands and she moans, falling back against my chest. The tear dropped fullness of them fits my hands perfectly.
“Christ you are so beautiful,” I rasp, my heart thundering as I take in every creamy inch of her skin, noting every mark, every scar, each spot may tell me is an imperfection. They are all proof of her beauty and I adore them all with touches, with kisses, with words of praise.
“Parker,” she whimpers when I have spent so long loving her body that she is trembling in my arms, “please....” she gasps the words, but I know she is not sure what to ask. We’re both new at this game so there will be lots of figuring it out as we go along.
“Tell daddy what you need, baby girl,” I hum, kissing at the freckles on her shoulders, at the nape of her neck, breathing deep her sweet scent, “I will always take care of my good girl. Do you need to come again? Does that pretty little pussy ache for daddy to touch the way I did earlier? Or,” I pause my words, watching her in the mirror, “do you want daddy to lick you. I do want to go to dinner with the taste of my pet’s pussy on my tongue.”
Perri just nods, her head bouncing as her skin flushes. I smile against her throat, grasping her jaw to face her head forward. Our eyes clash in the mirror and I shake my head. I don’t ever want her to be shy about this thing between us. It has awoken parts of me I thought would never come to life. I feel so good making her smile, hearing her laugh, tending to her, and pleasing her this way. I want her to always tell me what she needs from me.
“No, pet, you don’t shy away. This is new for both of us,” I say it like a question, and she nods again, eyes on mine in the mirror, “I have never done any of this and I need to know how to take care of my girl. And you are my girl now, aren’t you pet? My sweet little good girl who will let daddy take care of her, yes?”
“Yes,” her voice surprises me with its fire, “yes. I want to be yours. I am... I am yours. I have never been anyone’s before...I want to be good for you, daddy,” she cries, her thighs trembling as I drag my hands up them, spreading them so I can see her sex in the mirror.
“Good. Be a good girl and watch daddy eat your pussy,” I demand, as I spread her open so we can both see how wet she is, “can you do that?”
Another nod makes me grin and I kiss her throat, nodding too. Quickly I kick out of my flight suit and boxers, gathering them and her dress to toss them in the hamper. I come around in front of her, kneeling before her. I want to spend all the rest of my days at her mercy just this way.
“Open for daddy, pet,” I hum, running a hand up the back of her thigh so I can lift it atop my shoulder, spreading her open, “that’s it, good girl. Hold on to me, here,” I take her hands, bringing them to the back of my head, “now I won’t let you come if you close your eyes. You watch me feast on you because I want you to see how hungry you have made me for that sweet sugar dripping from that pussy,” I tell her, bending just enough to lick her from ass to clit, smirking against her folds as she jumps.
“Oh...oh god,” she moans, her eyes fluttering before she makes the effort to force them open and watch me.
Steadying her with a hand at the small of her back, I close my mouth over her pussy, sucking hard at the juiciness waiting for me there. I have done this just once before, but it comes to me fast. I kiss her cunt the way I kiss her mouth. Slow, deep strokes of my tongue through her slit, then I suck at her swollen clit hard. She cries out and bucks her hips, her fingers tangling tightly in my hair.
Focusing on her clit, I suck and bite at it, finding what she likes the best. When I suck hard again, she screams and goes up on her tiptoes. Her thigh shakes at my shoulder, and I grip it tight, making sure I keep her on her feet. I do the sucking thing again and then I flick my tongue back and forth, back and forth. I spear my tongue inside of her, sucking noisily at the sticky cream there and she moans, shoving more of her pussy into my mouth.
Swatting her ass, I tell her without words to behave. That I am in charge. She whimpers but pushes her hips again and I chuckle, turning my head to bite at her thigh. When she giggles and tugs at my hair, I decide I might be in love with her. But when I cover her with my mouth again, our gazes locked as I lick, bite, suck and stroke her to an orgasm, I know I am way past that.
“Daddy....” she moans, the word going for so long it sounds like she is saying it on repeat when really, it’s just one word. Two simple syllables.
But for me, for both of us, tonight it’s not simple at all.
I lick her through her orgasm, savoring the tangy sweetness of her as she coats my lips with her stickiness. Then I kiss a path of ownership up her body, lingering longest in the spots I sense she is most insecure of. Gathering her hair in my fist when I stand, I tilt her head back and watch her eyes.
“You are perfect, Perri. Perfect to me and for me. I will spend the rest of my days proving that to you. You up for that, pet?”
“Yes, daddy,” she teases, rubbing her bare body against mine, “I am very up for that.”
“Good. Good girl,” I say with a smile, kissing her mouth gently, “now, come, let me take care of my girl. One thing I know for sure—the Commander will expect you to be on time. Let’s not disappoint him, yeah?”
Leading her to a shower, I tend to her just like I said I would. I wash her body and even her hair—apologizing for making her smell like me, not that I don’t love it—and then I dry her off after. Since she left her bags at her parents’ we make a quick trip to a store downtown to get her a new dress.
Perri saunters out of the changing rooms at a little boutique in lovely orange dress with a deep neckline, slightly pleated skirt, and frills at the waist and sleeves. When she gives me a twirl, I see her bare backside and the briefest flash of her pretty slit. While I rather she kept wearing my dress shirt with the belt she tied around herself at my place—her quickie dress she said—I can tell she loves this one.
“That is the one, baby girl. You look stunning.”
“Thank you, daddy.” She flushes when a few women glance our way when she calls me daddy, but I glare at them, and they scurry off.
“Get it and anything else you want, pet,” I tell her, wanting to ease the sting of her being shamed by those idiots. Or maybe I am hoping to ease the sting of what I suspect will come at dinner.
How will the Commander and his new bride react to me telling them their daughter won’t be coming home to them—because her home is now with me?