“Daddy, go to the chair, sit down, and then close your eyes,” she said.
My heart rate shot up a notch. Still, roles had to be maintained.
“Good girls say please.”
Another giggle and a pause. I knew what she was playing at.
“Bad girls don’t get treats from Daddy,” I said in a firm voice.
“Please sit in the chair and close your eyes, daddy,” she said quickly.
I swiped my card key and pushed open the door. The lights were dimmed, but I could still see. One of the overstuffed chairs had been moved off the wall and was now next to the large window facing the city. The curtains were open. Theoretically someone could look in. There was no sign of Ashley. Apparently she wanted to make a dramatic appearance. I walked over, placing my coat, bag and cane against the desk and sat in the chair. I could see the bathroom door was open a crack. She was watching me to make sure I followed her instructions. I closed my eyes. To make things more dramatic I put my hands over them.
“Ready,” I said.
I’d honestly expected music to start and that she would do a striptease or something. Which wasn’t very little, but this wasn’t exactly normal.
Instead I heard nothing for a few moments. Then, very quietly, I heard footsteps coming towards me. Then, to my surprise, I felt her crawl into my lap and burrow her head into my neck. She wrapped her arms around me and I could feel something in her hands.
I took my hands down from my eyes and looked down at her body. I didn’t think she was wearing much, but curiosity got the better of me and I gently pushed her back so I could look at her.
Her face was a mixture of emotions. Nervous, shy, but very excited. On her head she was wearing a pair of little cat ears. Across her top was a thin lace half top with part around the top of her breasts missing. The missing bit was shaped like a kitten head, which showed off her cleavage. Sliding my hands down I felt a pair of panties with strings along the side. And further down were a pair of fluffy thigh high socks. The glasses were gone, and the ponytail was replaced by pigtails. I could feel myself get short of breath.
“I thought you were a little girl and not a kitten,” I said, immediately wishing I could pull it back. I knew how she would react.
“You don’t like it,” she said with a worried look on her face.
“I love it. You’re astonishing.”
She smiled again. Crisis averted.
“Your little girl likes playing dress-up a lot. It just needs one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
She took one hand from behind my back and pulled a pink leather collar. In the middle were two metal hooks and a lock. In her other hand was a key. Now she looked nervous again.
“Please, daddy.”
I took both in my hands. Yes, it was play, but not really. This was a serious thing she was committing to. And by taking the key I was making a serious commitment. I doubt I was getting that collar off her neck easily once it was there.
It was also incredibly erotic. And irresistible. I took the key from her hand. Her eyes got wide.
“Are you sure you want this? You know what this means once it’s locked around your neck.”
She was breathing quicker now. She nodded her head.
“That’s not good enough, princess,” I said.
“It means I’m your little girl and you’re my daddy and I promise to be a good girl and do what you say and you promise to take care of me,” she said in the breathless, rapid way I was getting used to when she was nervous or excited.
“Yes, it does. Get on your knees, princess,” I said.
She quickly slid off my lap and got on her knees in front of me. She tilted her head back and looked up at me eagerly. I popped the lock open and then placed the key on the arm of the chair. I leaned down and placed the leather around her neck bringing it to a close in front. Then I took the lock and slipped it through the hooks. I looked in her eyes as the lock clicked close. She gasped.
I slipped a finger into the collar and gently pulled her up towards me.
“You’re mine now, little girl,” I said.
“Yes, daddy. I’m all yours,” she whispered. she leaned up and kissed me. Then she threw her arms around me and pulled me down a bit so she could continue the kiss, her little tongue darting between my lips. Eventually, she broke off the kiss and leaned back, resting her hands on her ankles behind her. She was showing off her body and it was working, although it was not like my cock could get much harder. But the urge to pick her up, throw her on the bed and fuck her silly was growing, playtime or not.
“You still have too much clothing on, daddy,” she said.
“Then my little girl should do something to help me with that, shouldn’t she?”
She pounced on me, making quick work of the buttons on my shirt and then pulling it off. Then, she slid her body down mine and efficiently dealt with my belt. She then tried pulling off my pants but I wouldn’t lift up to help. That got me a look and exasperated huff. I laughed and lifted my hips up. She took a moment to rub her face against my hard cock, still hidden behind my boxers. The pants, shoes and socks were then gone. The whole process took less than 30 seconds.
She reached for my underwear and I gently grabbed her hand.
“Not yet, princess,” I said.
She pouted and was about to protest when I told her to stand up.
“Daddy hasn’t had a good look at you yet. Spin around and show off for me. I want to see what my princess looks like.”
With a smile on her face she slowly began turning around, running her hands across her body. She shook her little ass at me, and I noticed there was a paw print on it. She shook her ass at me and giggled. She then continued all the back to where she was started, pushing her arms in to give herself more cleavage. She also took her tongue and ran it across her lips.
“Do you like what you see, daddy?”
“I do,” I said, standing up. She backed away from me, edging towards the bed.
“I have so many other outfits back in Montreal. I can’t wait to model them. I made them hoping I would have a daddy to show them off to, and now I do.”
“I can’t wait to see them all,” I said. The back of her legs bumped against the bed and she flopped down. I stood in front of her, looking down at her. Tentatively she reached to pull my cock out when she looked back up at me for permission.
I nodded. “Just for a minute, princess. Daddy has other plans for what he’s doing to do with his cock and he doesn’t need you getting me too riled up.”
She reached out with her small hands and took out my cock. I was an average length, but thick. I was happy with it, and everyone I had ever been with was happy with what I had. Ashley rubbed her face against my cock and purred. Then she began running her tongue along my balls and my shaft, avoiding the glands of my cock.
“I just need a taste, daddy. I won’t get you too close, I promise.”
I looked down as she played with my cock, continuing to lick the shaft while using one of her hands to stroke my balls. She looked up at me almost the entire time, gauging my reaction. A couple of times she would quickly suck my cock into her mouth and bob almost all the way down to my balls, each time with a mischievous grin on her face.
The third time she did it, I gently grabbed some of her pigtails and pulled her off my cock.
“Naughty girl,” I said.
“Sorry daddy,” she said with a grin indicating she felt nothing of the sort.
“Playtime is over. Arms up,” I commanded. She obeyed immediately. I grabbed the bottom of her cutout top and pulled it over her head. Once off, I flipped it across the room. Ashely suddenly got shy and cupped her breasts.
“Put your hands down, princess. Daddy wants to see your tits.”
She did, blushing. I made a show of looking at them. They were B cups, maybe edging towards C. But they stood out from her tiny frame. I reached my hands out and ran them along her sides, finally reaching her breasts and stroking the skin before reaching her nipples and giving them a light tug. She gasped and arched her body towards me.
“Your tits are beautiful, princess,” I said.
“They’re too small,” she said. “I always wanted them to be bigger.”
I gently pushed her back on the bed and then leaned over and took her left nipple into my mouth and began sucking. Ashley cried out and arched her back. I took my hand and began running it against her other nipple. Her nipples were phenomenally sensitive.
I popped her nipple out of my mouth and looked up at her. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were lidded.
“I love your tits, little girl. They’re perfect. Just the right size and sensitive. Daddy is going to have a lot of fun sucking and playing with them.”
She wiggled up the bed, and put her arms above her head. Then she opened her legs, where I could see she already soaked through her panties.
“I’m a good little girl. I’m your toy, daddy. Please play with me.”
Whatever high brain functions that were still operating vanished. Whatever reservations I might have had about her age or the kind of play we were involved in went away. Whatever concerns I might have about family, friends, hell, my parents, all went the fuck away in a red haze.
I needed her. I had to have her. I had to own her. And I would because she was now all mine.
I growled quietly and then climbed up the bed and took her hands in one of mine and firmly held them. That and my body meant she was pinned. I could still feel her hips moving up and down, trying to rub against my cock. I leaned down and kissed her on her lips, feeling and hearing the little moans.
“Patience, little one,” I said.
“Please daddy, I need you.”