I grin. This was supposed to be a punishment to show her what happens when she defies me.
But that can come later.
I press my mouth against her warm, wet sex, pushing my finger in and out as I lave my tongue over her lips, her slit, her clit. Icircle that hot little button, enjoying the way her moans turn to squeals as the pressure builds.
“I’m... I’m sorry...” she pants. “I’m sorry for defying you, Daddy.”
I shake my head, even though I know she won’t see it, buried as she is under her linen dress. “It’s not enough. I want more from you now, Larissa.”
“What? I can’t—”
“Come for me. Come on Daddy’s face, and then he’ll forgive you.”
“I can’t...”
“You can.” I move against her harder, sucking her clit into my mouth, biting down on it so that she screams, her body writhing against the daybed. Sobs are coming from her throat as she twists and arches. “Come on Daddy’s face, little girl.”
“Daddy!” she screams, and with that, the warmth leaks out of her. Her body clamps down, and a squirt of cum sprays against my face.
I open my mouth and drink it down, still fingering my little girl through the moment.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
“I’m... I’m sorry,” she pants, and I nod.
“I know you are, but you need to learn, Larissa, that when I give you a rule, it’s not because I’m being cruel or capricious. Rules are there for your safety. I will never let something so precious to me come to harm... I…” I hesitate, licking my lips, but the words need to be said. Fuck. They’re refusing to stay buried down inside. “I love you, Larissa. Daddy loves you,” I tell her, and my world changes.
I love her. Jesus Christ, it’s true. And she’s staring at me over the top of her dress as she pulls it back down to cover her tits and belly, and I can’t stand it.
I turn away. She crossed the line in the sand, but I’ve crossed one far more dangerous.
“Get dressed,” I demand. “And don’t disobey me again.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, and I swear I hear victory in her voice.
Chapter 5
Larissa
The morning light is cutting across the floor of my new bedroom, and Daddy is looking at me, not with meanness, but with quiet disappointment. And I hate it.
Over the past two days, he’s given me rules that I have to abide by. Eat what he tells me, when he tells me, and eat it at the pace he dictates. And play with myself while I do, or he does.
I hate to admit it, but eating has ceased to be so…conflicted now. Every bite feels decadent and pleasurable.
I guess he knows what he’s doing.
There are other rules, of course… like never crossing that line in the sand by the water without him there.
Although the consequences of breaking that rule were not as bad as I’d imagined.
I think some of his rules are dumb, but rules never meant that much to me anyway.
Still, here with Daddy, things feel different.
His praise and approval are starting to mean more to me than even I want to admit.
He tucks me in at night, usually after kissing my pussy and making me come, and I hate that he leaves, but I’m not going to beg him to stay.