I got in the car, and Daddy slid into the driver’s seat, buckled up and looked at me.
I nodded my head. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
***
We drove for about 20 minutes. There was a hotel in Kipling, but I told Daddy from the start that we weren’t staying with mom, and we were not staying in this town. He found another place that rented cabins along a lake. There were lots of splashing kids playing and running around. It was loud, but it would be fine. At least we’d have some privacy and, if we were lucky, we’d be on a plane to Vancouver tomorrow.
It was also a cabin with the benefit of a shower. As soon as we walked in, I stripped off my clothes and got in the shower. The water pressure was shit compared to Daddy’s mega shower back in Kingston, but it would do. I just needed to feel clean again.
Twenty minutes later I walked back out into the rest of the cabin. I was still naked and dripping wet. The clarity that I had dealing with my mom a few hours ago was long gone. Suddenly I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I stood there, just staring off into space. Daddy got up from his chair, walked over and wrapped me in his arms.
And then I just lost it. I didn’t even know it was there, although in retrospect it had been bottled up for a long, long time. I just started sobbing into his chest. I hated her, but I didn’t have a mommy anymore, and the enormity of it just slammed into me. I don’t know how long I was crying, but when the tears finally dried up, I was sitting on my Daddy’s lap on a couch with my head buried into his shoulder. His shirt was soaked from holding me. I looked up at him with bloodshot eyes.
“I’m the biggest baby in the world,” I said, making a snurfing noise.
“No, you’re not,” he said, running his fingers through my hair and kissing my head. “You’re the most amazing woman I know.”
“More amazing than Meg?” I said. He nodded. I gave him a very skeptical look.
“Hey,” he said. “I’m going to be shedding my share of tears over the next couple of years and I know you’ll be there for me. I’m here for you, Kitten.”
I burrowed into his chest. “Thanks Daddy,” I said in a little voice.
“Now, do you want to talk about what happened?”
I nodded my head and recounted the conversation I had with her. I could feel him tense when I got to the particularly cruel parts. It was a brief recap, but it felt good to finally talk to him about it. I could see how upset he was.
“I will never stop apologizing about dragging you back there,” he said. “I should have listened to you. I’m so sorry.”
I shifted around so my knees were on either side of him. I was sitting on his lap and facing him directly. I reached out, stroked his beard, and smiled.
“No, no, you were right. I needed to go out and do this. I needed to know that this was to be the way she was going to behave. I had the brief hope that maybe she mellowed out, but it just confirmed everything about her,” I said.
“You know how I feel about hurting you,” he said.
“It gets you hard?” I said, grinding on his lap a bit. He laughed and gave me a gentle slap on my ass. To my surprise I felt myself getting wet.
“You know what I mean. It kills me when you’re upset and it’s my fault.”
I took him by the chin and leaned in close.
“It’s not your fault that my mother is insane. It’s not, ok? You didn’t hurt me.”
“Ok,” he said.
The feeling between my legs was not going away. If anything, it was getting stronger. Then I thought, what the hell…
“Although if you’re feeling guilty and want to make it up to me, I have an idea of how you can take care of that,” I said, grinding on his lap a little more. His eyes got wide and before he could say something to kill the mood, I leaned in and kissed him. It took him a second to respond, but then he leaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around me, crushing my naked body into his chest, which was still tragically clothed. We made out for a few minutes, and I could feel his cock respond beneath the shorts he was wearing. Eventually, we came up for air.
“Before you ask, yes, I’m sure. I just… she said some cruel things, Daddy. It’s silly, but I need you to show me she was wrong,” I said.
I thought he would get into a lengthy discussion on how mom was wrong, then he wasn’t going to run off with someone when I got older, and that I was never going to go crawling back to her. If he said all that I knew it would make me feel worse.
But give my Daddy credit; he knows me pretty good by now. Instead he reached up and touched my face and smiled. God, the warmth he had in his smile and he never knows the effect it has.
“Well, then I’m wearing entirely too much clothing to help you with that, Kitten,” he said.
I stood up but grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head while he tried to pull down his shorts at the same time. It was a clumsy mess and we both cracked up. He tried to stand up and head towards the bed, but that’s not what I wanted. Once he was naked I put my hands on his shoulders to keep him in place. Understanding what I needed, he reached down and adjusted his cock so it pointed up.
I lowered myself and briefly wondered if I would be wet enough given our lack of epic foreplay. It was a silly worry. His cock pushed into me. I wasn’t already fully wired after a couple of orgasms, so I wasn’t as relaxed. It felt different when his cock entered my pussy. But it was far from bad, just different. He felt enormous. I gasped and rolled my head back, his arms holding me securely as I adjusted. Eventually, I looked back at him.
“Ohhhh, that’ll chase away the blues,” I said.
He leaned down and took my right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it for a few seconds before his teeth latched on and he gave it a little nip. It sent pulses from my tits down to my pussy. He let go and laughed.
“That your pussy pulses every time I do that is amazing,” he said.
I deliberately pulsed the muscles in my pussy a few more times, and he groaned and then laughed.
“Well, then you’re going to love the next few minutes, Daddy,” I said. Then I wrapped my arms around him. It was a pretty shitty couch and low to the ground. The advantage was keeping my feet on the ground and bouncing up and down on him.
We were both giving and taking. I’m his little girl, which means I’m very submissive when we fuck. Whatever he wanted to do to me, I was 100% game for. Whatever he wanted me to do to please him, I would do it gladly. But this time I wanted to show we were equals. And he picked up on it. We took turns being in charge.
At first, I bounced up and down on his cock, and then I leaned in and kissed him hard. He ran his hands down my back, but let me take charge. I kissed and nibbled along his neck. I ran my fingers through his hair. And then I leaned back and gave him a show, running my hands through my hair.
“Am I a good girl, Daddy?” I asked, giving him a look that was far from what a good girl would give.
He grabbed my hips and slammed me down on his cock hard. I screamed as he wouldn’t let me move. He leaned forward and attacked my tits, moving from one to another, all the while forcing me to grind on his lap. Magically, his cock was hitting just the right spot in my pussy.
“Oh fuck, Daddy! Just keep doing that, just like that. Oh God, please never stop! Never stop! Fuck!” I screamed and then came, sending more pulses through my pussy. My head collapsed onto his shoulder and for a few minutes I enjoyed not having a single thought going through my head.
And when one did finally creep in it was, “Huh, I wonder how close the nearest cabin is because they probably heard that.” Then I laughed.
Daddy didn’t ask why. When I looked at him again, he smirked.
“It’s not like we’re ever coming back to this area again, Kitten,” he said. “I wouldn’t worry about volume.”
And I laughed. Oh my fucking god, I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe after a few minutes. It was the weirdest feeling, laughing and trying to gasp for air with Daddy’s thick cock buried in my pussy. When I calmed down a bit and could look at him without cracking up again, I could see he was just… happy. He wasn’t frustrated I was having a laughing fit while we were fucking. He wasn’t annoyed or embarrassed by me being weird. He was happy because I was happy.
I wiped the tears away from my eyes; very different tears than what I’d been doing earlier.
“Oh God, I love you so much,” I said, touching his face.
“I love you too, Kitten,” he said. “I plan on doing that for a very, very long time.”
I knew what he meant. I smiled.
“You can do that for a long time,” I said. “But now I plan on breaking you.”
There was nothing subtle about what I did next. I growled and began bouncing up and down on him as hard and fast as I could. When he tried to grab hold of me or touch me, I pushed him back on the couch. He got the hint.
“Just sit there and let me fuck you, Daddy,” I panted.
The muscles in my legs were beginning to burn. I wasn’t in terrible shape, but doing squats on your man while his cock is in your pussy will burn a few calories. Plus, the bastard was holding back; I knew he was.
“Come on, Daddy. Cum in your Kitten. I need it,” I said.
That upped things a notch with him. Whatever reserve he had was starting to crack. My dirty talk always did with him. I leaned forward and stopped bouncing. I started grinding on his cock and fluttering the muscles in my pussy. Then I whispered in his ear.