The happiness I felt permeate my body satisfied me beyond belief and I traced the mask on his face in admiration of his entire being. I could feel the love growing in my gut, but I didn’t dare say it out loud. It was too soon to say it because I knew it might frighten him away. However, I knew it resided in the secret compartments of my heart and it patiently nestled itself into one of the empty rooms.
Before I could kiss my sweet Daddy again, a dark figure called for him from the doorway of the room. He turned to see who it was and then looked back at me lying on the bed, my red curls a mess about my face. He told me my radiant beauty was absolutely captivating, but that he must attend to some business.
“But Daddy…” I whispered against his fading outline. “Don’t leave me.”
“I’ll be back, my sweet princess. I shall send someone to comfort you,” said Daddy from the entrance of the room.
In the haze of desire for his company, I hadn’t noticed a woman lay upon the bed beside me. Her body came in and out of focus, my hands reaching out for hers that wrapped lovingly about mine. The warmth radiated from her breasts as she leaned over into me, her lips centimeters away from my ear as she spoke softly.
“You may call me Lady. Your Daddy introduced us earlier, but I was preoccupied with my sweet little slave,” she spoke eloquently. “I’ll care for you while your Daddy is away. Do you need anything?”
I asked very kindly for water which she delivered to me without missing a beat, her soft hands delivering my aching soul from the grip of panic. Outside the door was the sound of passionate debate, Daddy’s voice clearly standing out through the noise.
It disturbed me that they were so heatedly engaged and I asked Lady what might have been going on. She shrugged and wrapped her silky arms around my shoulders, saying that everything would be just fine.
Part of me suspected that someone had a problem with his ownership of me, or maybe it was someone attempting to gain joint custody of my sweet rump. It haunted my ears as I fell to sleep with Lady wrapped around me. While her bosom was a delightful pillow upon which to rest, I found my dreams anxiously submersed in the argument occurring just outside the door.
“… what could possibly sweeten the deal…”
“… I’ve no idea what you would want…”
“… precious, so precious…”
It seemed they were alluding to treasure, perhaps even one that was so sacred it couldn’t be settled in just one sitting. I heard them agree to a meeting later in the week and made a mental note to attempt to remember it. At this point, the delight was beginning to wear off and I was rousing from my brief slumber.
I turned my face over to Lady’s breast and planted my lips deep in her cleavage, thanking her for the comfort she was providing me. Daddy walked into the room and chuckled lightly at the two of us necking on top of the sleek sheets. He crawled on the bed over us and inserted his lips between ours to make a loving triangle. How exhilarating it was to share the kiss of a strange woman as well as my Daddy. Suddenly, her silken fingers were pulling up the hem of my dress and exploring my tummy.
Before she could feel my watered flower, Daddy stopped her and said we could play another time. I lamented not having more time with Lady as her breasts were so delicious and supple in my mouth that I wanted to taste them even more.
I asked Daddy if she could visit sometime. He said she would if I behaved during the week which made me smile contentedly. As we said our goodbyes, Daddy wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me out of the room to bid adieu to the rest of the party.
They all waved their elegant hands that weren’t preoccupied with a garden or tree and I raised my arm in return. We parted the curtains and sunk into the darkness of the night, disappearing beneath the cloak of his car guarded by the stars.
When we arrived at Daddy’s condo, he sent me to shower and went out into the living room as I disrobed. I was worried about his well-being, knowing well the concern written across his face that was more than obvious once the mask was removed.
I watched him from behind the door as he paced the floor, his expensive black shoes cushioned against the plush, white carpet. The nervousness grew once again and I went to the shower in hopes that it might improve my mood. When the warm water hit my bare bottom, I screeched and hopped from the glass enclosure.
Daddy was instantly at my side and he took me up into his arms, apologizing for hitting me so hard. Tears were streaming down my face from the pain as I leaned into his chest, the hug not enough to dull the pain that my bottom endured. Although I desperately wanted the warmth of the shower to cure my sore muscles, I was afraid of the sting it would surely bring.
“My darling, I am so sorry. Let me cure you,” Daddy said softly while lifting me into his arms.
He laid me out on his bed and disappeared momentarily. Upon returning, he had a few items in his hand that he said would help. He placed some ice against my sore skin which caused me to hiss, the pinch of the cold less horrible than the sting of warm water. After icing my bottom for a few minutes, he patted it dry with a towel and then began to apply some soothing cream to the braised skin. I took this opportunity to ask him about his hefty debate from earlier.
“Daddy, who was that man?” I asked innocently from the pillow, my arms wrapped around the fluffy material to hug as he rubbed my bottom.
Daddy sighed before responding.