“Well, not everything, Daddy. I’m pretty sure some of the urges are 100% me,” she said, lifting the bottom of the t-shirt and pulling it up and over her head. Then she opened her legs a bit more. “I’m sorry I stole some of your supper. Do you want a tasty little treat to tide you over?”
I groaned at the awfulness of her banter and began working my way up her leg. She giggled, both at my reaction and to the sensation of my beard ticking its way up her leg.
“Do not think for a second you can make a habit of stealing my food and think you can get away with it by offering up sexual favors,” I said, getting closer to her pussy.
“Oh, I think we both know that’s true,” she said. She shifted her hips back and forth, trying to lure me closer to what she wanted while I continued to kiss and nip at her upper thighs. I quickly glanced up and saw that her eyes were closed and her face was flushed. She was also lightly running her fingers across her nipples.
I lightly blew on her clit, which caused her to gasp and whine. “Dadddddy….”
The angle prevented her from seeing me roll my eyes, but I took the hint. I began running my tongue along her lips, occasionally giving her clit a quick flick. I doubted that she’d gone the whole week without an orgasm; I saw her pack several toys before heading to New York. Still, there’s nothing like a personal touch.
“I need more, Daddy,” she moaned.
“Oh really?” I asked, flicking my tongue on her clit. “I think you’re getting plenty. Are you getting greedy, little girl?”
“Yessss. I need more, Daddy,” she said in her little girl voice. “Please, Daddy. I need your fingers.”
I moved my face back and forth a bit so that my beard ticketed her. She giggled and squirmed, which made it the perfect moment to slide my fingers into her soaking pussy. I curled them once inside and quickly found her g spot.
“Oh fuck, yes! That’s the spot, Daddy,” Kitten cried out and predictably wrapped her legs around my shoulders and squeezed. I’d given up asking her not to do this. She couldn’t control herself. All that was left was to make her cum before I passed out. Fortunately, I knew all the tricks to make that happen. I applied gentle pressure as I moved my fingers back and forth across her g spot. Then I sucked her clit into my mouth and quickly flicked my tongue across it.
“Daddy!” Kitten screamed and came. I could feel my beard get soaked from her cum and I grinned. I would go down on her every day if I didn’t genuinely fear for my life. For a small woman, she had powerful thighs and legs.
I gently kissed and licked her as she slowly came down from her orgasm. Then, feeling a little lightheaded from lack of air, I gently but firmly pushed back. Her legs dropped on the bed.
“Mmmmm, I needed that. Was that a good dessert, Daddy?” Kitten asked in a dreamy voice.
I began moving up her body, kissing my way up her stomach, making her squirm and giggle as my beard ticked sensitive spots.
“Well, it was a nice appetizer. But I have something else in mind,” I said, getting near her breasts.
“Noooo, they’re so sensitive,” she said, covering her nipples with her tiny hands. “Let me suck your cock instead, Daddy.”
I laughed, took one of her hands in mine, and began sucking her fingers. She groaned again.
“No offence, Kitten. But I saw what you did to those ribs. I’m not sure I trust your mouth with my cock right now,” I said. I looked at her and she was pouting.
“I can be gentle, I promis… ooooooh fuck!” she cried out as I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. She grabbed the sheets and arched her back. It was a fine line between how much I could play with them before it became too much. Through trial and error, I had a pretty good idea. If I wanted to be cruel I could have tied her up, but we were in a hotel and I didn’t want security kicking in the door thinking I was murdering her.
I continued like that for a few minutes, alternating between her breasts. Whenever she thought about squirming and getting away, I gently placed a hand around her throat, putting her in a more submissive mindset.
But even she could only take so much before breaking.
“Oh God, please, Daddy. Mercy. You have to fuck me, please!”
I shifted on the bed and lined up my cock with her pussy. She was flushed with her hair a mess on the bed. Her nipples stood up rock hard from her breasts. She quickly put her legs up on my shoulders and gave me a pleading look. It’s not like I could say no to her and slowly slid my cock into her pussy.
“Ohhhhhh god, so much better than the toys,” she groaned.
I laughed. “Such high praise.”
“Oh shut up and fuck me, Daddy,” she said.
It’d been over a week for me as well, and if Kitten was spoiled by not having my cock every day since our wedding, I missed not feeling her pussy. I pulled out and then slid back into her, relishing everything I loved about fucking her; her noises, the feel of her pussy pulsing around my cock, the warmth of her wrapped around me. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations.
I enjoyed fucking my Kitten, but then I felt her squirming underneath me. I opened my eyes and looked at her.
“Harder, Daddy. Fuck me harder,” she groaned.
I sped up my pace, but she still looked frustrated.
“Harder, not faster,” she said, starting to sound frustrated.
“Kitten,” I started, but she reached up and took my face in my hands, forcing me to look at her.
“We talked about this with the doctor, Daddy. I’m not a fragile flower now that I’m pregnant. And the baby will be fine if we have normal sex,” she said. “And you know what normal fucking is for us.”
She took my hands and put them around her neck. Then she reached up, grabbed her knees and pulled them back.
“Now fuck your little girl like the bratty slut she is, Daddy,” she groaned at me.
She was right. I had been gentler with her since I found out she was pregnant, so matter how much she said it was ok to be a little rougher. But her patience was at an end for me being gentle. And seeing her like that, I found myself wanting to punish her.
I pulled back out of her pussy, teased her for a second, and then slammed my cock back into her hard.
“Yessssss. That’s it, Daddy. More.”
I tightened one of my hands around her throat. Not enough to restrict the air flow, but enough to get her attention.
“Are you telling your Daddy what to do, little girl?” I growled at her.
She giggled.
“Maybe. Whatcha gonna do about it, Daddy?” she said, using her Little voice to provoke me.
I momentarily forgot everything but the desire to give my brat of a wife what she deserved. I began fucking her harder even as she slammed her hips up towards me, burying my cock deep inside her. She continued to try and tease and provoke me for a few more minutes, but gradually lost the ability to do more than grunt and groan as we fucked.
Finally, we were both getting close. She looked up at me and gasped out, “Cum for me, Daddy.”
“You first,” I said, and before she could react, I pinched her right nipple hard.
“Oh Fuck!” Kitten screamed out, and came hard. She thrashed about on the bed as much as she could and I could feel her pussy clamp down on me, which was all it took. I groaned and came too, filling her with my cum. I felt lightheaded and could see stars. My arms wobbled and, with as much care and grace as I could muster, collapsed on top of her.
Not much was said for a few minutes other than gasps for breath and moans. Not wanting to crush Kitten I eventually slid out, much to her displeasure, and rolled off onto the bed next to her. After a few minutes, she shifted and put her head on my chest.
“We’re not going to have this conversation again, right Daddy?” she said. She could be very focused and unwilling to put up with bullshit for a submissive little girl.
“I just worry, Kitten. It’s not like we’re hardcore bdsm, but we sometimes play a little rough. If I did something and it caused…”
She thumped my chest with her hand. She didn’t look at me, but I could hear the edge of irritation in her voice. It was so rarely directed towards me that I couldn’t help but pay attention.
“Daddy, I’ve done the research, we’ve spoken to a doctor, and I know my own body. As long as we’re not doing hardcore things, which we’ve never done, we’re fine,” she said.
She was right. I was being foolish. But it was our first pregnancy; irrational was part of the game. But I was just going to have to trust her.
“Ok, Kitten. I promise to punish you in the manner you deserve for being such a bloody brat,” I said, and slipped my hand down her body and slapped her ass.
She giggled.
“Damn right. Because I suspect I’m going to need a lot of discipline in the coming months. I could feel myself getting hornier this week. Maybe it was missing you, or things are about to kick off. Just so you know,” she said, reaching down and running her fingers gently over my cock.
“Just try not to kill me. I don’t think you’d enjoy being a single mom,” I said.
She shifted her body upwards until her face hovered over mine.
“No promises, Daddy,” she said, then leaned in and kissed me.
****
(February, four months later, six months into Kitten’s pregnancy)
I angled the SUV down the curvy road staying within the speed limit. It snowed recently in the Kootenays, but the plows and sanders had been out in force. Still, I wasn’t taking any chances, which was why I was driving this ridiculous vehicle; It may eat gas like a three-year-old with cotton candy, but it did have the benefit of snow tires and four-wheel drive.
Maybe I would have rented a normal car if it was just me, but I was collecting a reluctant wife carrying precious cargo. Kitten teased that I’d gotten very risk averse since she got pregnant and I’m sure she’d view this small tank as the latest sign.
She was probably right. But once you lose something precious and you get a second chance, the mere thought of losing that will lead you to some odd choices. Like renting glacier-melting SUVs.
Kitten had been in the Kootenays with the TV production crew for over a month. I thought filming in the Rockies in the middle of winter was nuts, but the fantasy TV show’s first season had a bunch of scenes outside winter scenes and they were going for “authentic.” So they were traipsing up mountains to film. I’m sure the excellent skiing nearby had nothing to do with it.