Page 10 of Obsessed Daddy
“Say what?” she pants, the scent of her arousal thicker than the honeysuckle from the bushes that surround us. “I’m not calling you Daddy.”
“I think you will.” I press my cock harder against her thigh and tuck my thumb into the loop of her panties. I’m not sure what I’m intending to do, but my mouth and hands are making decisions I haven’t fully approved yet.
“What makes you so sure?” She stares at me, her breath catching as she speaks.
“If I told you to take your panties off and touch yourself, would you?”
Her lips move, but no sound comes out.
What am I doing? Who the fuck am I right now?
“Yes,” she finally says, the words so low they’re barely audible.
“Good girl. You follow directions well.” I growl low in her ear, the beast inside of me unleashing himself. “Go ahead then. Touch yourself for Daddy.”
“Right here? In the woods? We’re like… out in the open.” She glances side to side as though she’s checking for onlookers.
“Yes. It’s your punishment.”
“My punishment?”
I graze the tips of my fingers against the center of her cotton panties. They’re soaked.
“Yes, your punishment, little girl. You tried to break into my house tonight. So now, you’ll come out here, where anyone could see, and put on a show for Daddy.” I nod toward her soaking pussy. “Don’t be quiet about it either. Touch that little cunt and let me hear every moan that leaves those lips.”
Her breath catches again as she slides her panties to the side and tucks her fingers against her seam, jumping as they slide against her clit.
I want to be inside of her, on top of her, between her legs lapping her up, but I know what happens if I do. If I touch this sweet, little angel, the hounds from hell will unleash through her sister and make everyone’s life miserable. This is a small town. I can’t put Bella through that. I can’t imagine what life would be like for her if everyone knew she were with an old, fucked up monster like me.
So instead, I’ll watch. I’ll watch this cute, little princess touch her sopping little pussy, I’ll listen to her sounds, and I’ll beat off to the memory regularly. In the meantime, maybe she’ll learn her lesson.
She bites her bottom lip and scrubs her clit, bucking up against my leg as she moans quietly.
“You’re too quiet, little girl. Daddy needs you to moan louder.”
“I can’t,” she sighs, sliding her fingers through the squishy, wet cavern I’m desperate to explore.
“You will,” I groan, my hand against her throat. “Moan loud! I want everyone to hear you crying out for Daddy!”
I own the houses in both directions, and the closest neighbor’s house isn’t rented yet, so we’re only at risk of the bears hearing her, but she doesn’t know it. She doesn’t know we’re alone, yet she obeys. She obeys and sighs, her back arching up away from the ground as she twists her fingertips into the soaking mess she’s making for me.
“Oh my God,” she moans. “I need you. Please!”
Her chest is heaving, and my balls are wound tight. She doesn’t know that I’m fighting a war against the beast inside of me. He’s clawing at my ribs, burning me from the inside, repeating the same words over and over again.
‘Fuck that little pussy. Take her. Own her. Make her squirm.’
Jesus Christ! I want to give in, but I can’t!
“You’re so hard,” she sighs, her thighs tightening. “Don’t you want me? Don’t you want to use me?”
Use her?
My internal war grinds to a halt momentarily, each side appalled at the thought. “Daddy would never use you, little girl. When Daddy touches that juicy, pink pussy, it belongs to him.”
Her eyes cling to mine as I stare down at her innocence in the night. The way she sighs. The way her body moves. The soft, pink center of that sweet, little crease. I can tell she’s a virgin, and for some sick fucking reason, that only makes me want to claim her more.
“You mean, you’ll own me?” she moans, scrubbing her clit faster and harder.
