Page 3 of Daddy’s Girl

Danielle

A t first the thong was uncomfortable, or maybe I should say odd feeling, but it soon felt good against me, and I started to enjoy wearing it.

The clothes Daddy bought me were a lot more revealing than anything he bought me before has been, the jeans tighter, the tops cut lower, but as he said, I was eighteen now and there was nothing wrong with wearing it.

The day was amazing, he took me to all of my favorite spots and when we got home, he ushered me up to the bedroom and took out a new dress.

It was gorgeous, with tiny straps over the shoulder, the neckline cut to the navel, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to wear a bra with it.

I slipped into the bathroom to change knowing that Daddy didn’t like it when I argued with him or asked him questions about his presents or his plans.

There was a new thong, garter belt and stockings waiting in there for me and I stalled, not knowing how to use them.

“Daddy,” I said moving back to the door, catching him without a shirt on and his pants undone, and my body pulses wildly.

“What is it, baby girl?” he asks moving over to me and I feel heat hit my cheeks.

“I don’t know how to use those things,” I admit, and he gives me a smile pressing a kiss to my forehead that makes my eyes shut. He’s so sweet with me but so strong and it does really bad things to me.

“Let me help then,” he states, and I can’t help but blush again. “It’s okay baby girl, you just start getting dressed and I’ll be in in a minute.”

I nod moving back into the bathroom, changing out the underwear while keeping my bra on but I have to take off my top in order to see where the garter belt should sit as I pull it on over my plump ass.

I’ve worn bikinis in front of Daddy before, but both the tops and bottoms covered more than this—a lot more.

I turned towards the mirror to put the garter belt in place and heat hits me as Daddy moved into the space, his pants changed from jeans into slacks that were still undone, his dress shirt on but hanging out of them with his tie open around his neck.

I love it when Daddy dresses up, he’s so handsome and big that it made him seem even bigger somehow.

He stepped up to me, his hands taking over for me and my breath stalled when his hand slid the strap down my thigh, his fingers brushing against my ass.

It made something inside me wake furiously and I felt my nipples harden inside the tiny bra I wore.

He turned me towards him, lifting me up onto the vanity and took the stocking, rolling it up my leg, his fingers stroking my skin making me tingle as he took it higher, hooking the stocking in place, then went onto the other leg, doing the same for it.

He stared down at me, the smile he wore completely melting my heart, and I didn’t stop him when he reached for the clasp to my bra.

He slid it off, his eyes taking in my tight nipples and his head dipped, at first I thought to kiss me but instead, he took my nipple in his mouth and suckled it, making my body arch towards him.

“So sweet, baby girl,” he said after teasing the other nipple and no matter how much I knew it should be wrong, it felt so right.

I didn’t want him to stop but he did, reaching over into the drawer and took something out of it.

I wasn’t sure what it was at first, it looked like a necklace, lots of glittering little crystals but instead of a normal clasp, each side had little loops.

Daddy opened a tube of something, dabbing it against his finger and then it slid over my nipple, making me gasp.

Daddy blew on my nipples, and it made them so hard that it almost hurt and I forgot anything but the sensations flowing through them.

As I did, Daddy slid the loop of one side of the necklace thing onto a nipple and tightened a bead until it was pinching my nipple slightly and then turned over to the other, doing the same thing to it, letting the beads hang between my breasts.

It was so incredible feeling that the spot between my legs grew wet, and I squirmed slightly.

Daddy’s hand slipped down settling on my thighs and held me still, his eyes on my breasts and I didn’t care how wrong any of this might be, I wanted it and Daddy.

Daddy lifted me from the cabinet and slid the dress over my head, the cool silk dragging across my tight nipples and I let out a soft moan.

It felt incredible and I didn’t know how to handle it or the wetness that was just growing between my legs.

I’ve never felt like this in my life, but it felt right, as though it could only happen with Daddy.

“Get your shoes and then come help Daddy with his tie,” he tells me, and I nod, knowing he likes my hair left down and wearing very little makeup.

He spanked me once when I was fifteen for wearing too much of it and he didn’t do it through my clothes.

No, he pulled my pants down, panties included and landed several swats against my bare ass.

I never even questioned it then, thought it was normal for a spanking, but wanted to avoid it again since I had made him angry. I didn’t like Daddy being angry or upset with me. Now, I’m not sure what was normal any longer.

I found a pair of heels next to the bed and slid into them, smiling slightly that he’d let me wear them for tonight.

Normally I only got to wear heels in the house.

Daddy didn’t want me wearing them outside of it and risking getting hurt.

I love how he keeps me protected, safe, and that tonight it seems that I was getting to step outside of those regular rules.

I went back into the bathroom and found Daddy almost ready.

He was pushing his belt through the loops of his pants, and I took over, finishing it for him, as I had several times in the past. I settled the lay of it, pushing the metal through the right hole, and slid the extra into the loop leaving my hands at his waist for a moment.

“Mmm, that’s good, baby girl,” he says, and I smile before turning over to his tie, fixing it just the way he likes and help him with his jacket.

I can’t take my eyes off him, and I know he knows it, but I don’t care.

Daddy licked and sucked on my nipples, he surely has to like how I look to do that, right?

“You look perfect, Danielle, so perfect. Are you ready for dinner?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I tell him, and he turns, dropping a kiss onto my lips before sliding his arm around me to lead us to the car.

He takes the sports car tonight instead of the SUV and I can see his eyes on me as we stop at a red light.

He reaches over, lifting the edge of my dress and I know his eyes are on my still hard nipple.

It feels so good, and I lift my hand to his, slipping it in to rub against my nipple wanting it to feel even better.

“You like your little nipples played with, don’t you, baby girl?” he says before pinching it which makes me moan, that spot between my legs getting even wetter. “That’s a good thing, baby, a very good thing,” he states before turning his hands back over to the stick shift to move us forward.

The restaurant we pull up at is amazing and Daddy lets me have wine, caviar, oysters, and so much more I’ve never tried before, but I loved it all, probably because Daddy fed me it himself.

We were in a secluded little booth and any time my nipples began to finally relax, he’d take out that little tube of magic and rub it into them until they were hard as rocks and hurting so good.

He paid the bill, walking me back to the car, and we headed straight home.

Once we were upstairs, I turned to Daddy and gave him a full smile, telling him, “I loved my birthday, Daddy. How can I ever thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me, given me?”

“Let Daddy have you completely,” he answers, and I know by the look in his eyes, exactly what he means. I’ve seen that look from boys, ones that wanted to fuck me, but I would never let them close enough to try, but Daddy…I’ll give him anything he wants.

I slide my hands to the straps of my dress and push it down my body, letting him see me as heat flares deep through his eyes and I step forward reaching out for his belt.

I undo it and slide his zipper down, the huge bulge in his pants sprung up quickly pressing against his shirt and I want to see him. I have to see all of him now.

I undo his tie then the shirt, pushing it from his body as his slacks rest low on his hips.

I push his boxer briefs down until his huge cock falls out and I lower myself to my knees and take him in my hands, stroking his velvety softness.

My tongue darts out, licking him up from his balls, then swirl around his head the way I did with a popsicle and his eyes are on me the same way now as they were then.

He lets me lick him for several minutes before he grabs the sides of my head and presses himself fully into my mouth, driving back until he’s hitting my throat and I moan in bliss tasting him.

If Daddy’s willing to let me have all of these new experiences for my birthday, I’m not going to say no to it.

I can never say no to Daddy. Never want to say no to Daddy.