Page 4 of Daddy's Punishment
“I always just wear the shirt to bed.” It’s the truth, and I’ve been doing it for years.
“Hmm,” he responds before his hand slips under my shirt. He cups one of my breasts, feeling the weight of it in his palm. “I suppose since these are coming in, it makes the shirt fit differently.”
“Daddy?” My voice is shaky when his thumb brushes across my nipple. The sensation forces me to wiggle in his lap.
“Are you cold? They’re hard.”
“No, it feels tingly.” I let out a low breath, and my skin heats all over.
"That's because your body is changing. You've gone from my little girl to—" He tugs on my nipple, making me gasp. "My special girl."
"You said no one should touch me there," I remind him even though I don’t want him to stop.
"I'm your daddy. I can touch you anywhere I like," he says firmly. "Now tell me you love me."
"I love you, Daddy." I say it without hesitation.
"And that you'll be my special girl."
"Of course I’ll be your special girl." Daddy's hand slides down my stomach and into my panties.
"Well, now that you're my special girl, things will be different. Your household responsibilities will change."
"More chores?" I want to complain, but then I feel his fingers between the folds of my sex.
"If that’s what you want to call it. But I think it will be a good solution for when you’re out tempting boys.”
"Daddy, I swear—” His glare is so sharp that I stop talking and press my lips together tightly.
“When you come home with a wet pussy, what am I supposed to think?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug my shoulders. “I can’t help it.”
“Something must be putting you into heat.”
“Heat?” I scrunch up my nose, trying to understand what he means.
“You want a cock inside you. Right here.” Daddy thrusts a finger inside me, and I gasp. "Look at you, princess. Even now you’re practically begging for it." He pumps his finger slowly in and out, and I whimper. “With how needy you are, it reminds me of how long it’s been since I’ve had my own release.”
“But you said that was for married people.” I grip the front of Daddy's shirt because I’m desperate to hold on to something.
“I’m a man, princess. I have needs. I’ve spent years ignoring it because my only focus is you. Any time I'm not working, I put it into you. Now it's time for you to return the favor.”
“You want to do that to me?” I peek up at him through my lashes, feeling shy all of a sudden.
“I suppose I could go out and find?—”
“Daddy!” I snap at him. The idea of my daddy with another woman makes me angry.
“I wouldn’t bring her home.”
“I don’t like it,” I say firmly, and he cocks his head to the side to appraise me.
“Well, I guess I have this fresh pussy right here. And it needs attention.”
“Is it okay for us to do that?” I whisper.
“This is my house, and you’re my daughter. I can do anything to you I want.” Daddy pulls his hand out from my panties and brings his finger to his mouth, sucking it clean. "Damn, you taste good.” He inhales, and his eyes are hooded. “You smell sweet too.”