CHAPTER 3
Her orgasmic ejaculation passed after seconds like hours and she was ready to go again. He dipped in, dictating the tempo and slapping her hands mildly off the action when she tried to interfere.
He turned her around so that she slept with her stomach on the couch, and her butt to him. He leaned over and rested his chest on her back, like a bird over its cold chicks. His dick slobbered into her pussy and he jammed his crotch against her ass noisily.
Gina felt the sensation of his cock on her G spot and knew the second cumming was not too far away. She said nothing but bask in the enjoyment of his warmth.
He was a sex god whose every touch carried something of divine pleasure with it but there was only so much that a god could do but Samir finished with an aplomb when he made her cum again.
It was in his quick, shirt bursts that it pleases her most; his rapid fires sending sparks of fire into her ember and fanning it into a mighty conflagration with the heat of his breath in her ear.
“Oh daddy, I’m cumming. I’m cumming” she hollered as he was. He managed with all of his being to stop her shaking even as he pinned her down, shooting his load into her pussy.
Gina took a shower on Samir’s command and she sat by herself with a towel wrapped on her, waiting to dry off, for the first time in her life feeling like her bare activity hinged on the decision of someone else. The verdict had already been reached.
She was his little girl. It had worked just as she had thought it would even though she had harbored an anxiousness when she had stepped into the club earlier that evening. A daddy, whose name she was yet to know, had helped her enjoy the experience.
If it would become a regular thing it was not a ball that was in her court.
“Put this on, little one and come for dinner” Samir said, emerging from the bathroom already in his pajamas and handing her one. She took it with gratitude in her eyes, pleased that he had been kind enough to offer her something to sleep in.
“Thank you, daddy” she said and went about fitting it on herself. When she was dressed, she followed the sweet aroma of food and to the kitchen island. She giggled at the thought of her daddy cooking for her.
“You’d get used to it” he said, as though he had heard her thoughts, “I wouldn’t want my little girl near anything too dangerous and fires are a no- no except you totally have to”.
He moved a pan close by himself and served a portion into the pan, picked a fork from the rack and placed it by the plate. He pushed it towards her.
“Thank you, daddy” she said and she picked the fork.
“Stop. I feed you, little one” he reprimanded, “Except I’m not there. I told you I would protect and guide you earlier. You heard me, didn’t you?”
“Ok, daddy” she sat, pleasant going through the details of her new life as her daddy’s little girl in her head. She loved it.
He fetched some water and moved his seat close to hers. He picked the fork and started the chore of feeding her.
“Why were you curious, little one?” He asked, as he helped her to the spaghetti, spinach and shrimp dinner.
“I wasn’t, daddy” she chewed her food, swallowed and answered.
“So you want to be a little girl?” He asked again.
She nodded, took her time and added, “I want to be your little girl, daddy”
He chortled, reigning on the nice feeling which was instinctive to everyone on being desired.
“Forever, little one?” Samir asked, tired of the usual games at the club.
Without hesitation, she nodded. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. He fed her and when he was done, he put the plates away before carrying her to bed.
Well fed, his little girl was weightier than he had anticipated. He teased her about the fact and they laughed about it. He lied beside her and told her stories of his life as a daddy dom to help her get perspective on what he expected of her.
She would have had no problems adjusting her whole life to being his sweet little girl, he promised.
He would protect her, guide her and love her as long as she was good. If she was naughty, she would be punished. She giggled at the point of being naughty.
“I’m serious, little one” he warned sternly, “I can only handle a little naughtiness. Just be good”
She nodded and he kissed her on the forehead, kissed her on the lips. He caressed her breasts, starting the activity slowly and pulling their pajamas off a bit for a brief moment of sin. He came in and slipped their pajamas back over their waist.
“You have to go to bed now, little one,” he said, holding her close. “Tomorrow is the first day of you being my little girl”
He cuddled her under his arm and tried to lull her to sleep with a slow song. Gina would yawn and turn, and laugh at his songs until slowly she drifted as he did, into a cozy night rest.