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Chapter Six

Another shiver raced up Kenna’s spine at CJ’s words—her Daddy’s words—and a small ache started between her thighs.

They hadn’t had an official conversation about CJ being her Daddy, even though they both liked it when she called her that.

But if she was going to really be her kitten, then CJ had to be her Daddy.

She couldn’t think of it any other way. She didn’t want to.

CJ slipped Kenna’s sweater over her head.

Next she knelt to help her out of her boots and her socks, then slid her jeans down her legs and helped her to step out of them, leaving her in her pale-blue cotton camisole trimmed in lace and her matching panties.

And as each piece of clothing came off, with CJ silently directing her, just taking over, Kenna sank a little deeper into subspace, her body relaxing, her mind letting go.

CJ led her to the pillows piled on the floor and sat down, leaning against them, then pulled Kenna down so that she was kneeling in front of her.

CJ just watched her for several long moments filled with an exquisite and nearly painful sense of anticipation as Kenna’s body burned for her touch. When CJ finally stroked her palms over her bare shoulders, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes, sinking into sensation.

All CJ did for a while was simply touch her: smoothing her hands down her arms, tracing her fingertips over her collarbones, then sweeping her palms down her sides, then over her thighs. And every touch lit a small fire of need on her skin, that aching need building moment by moment.

“Look at me, kitten,” CJ commanded.

Kenna opened her eyes and found CJ’s glittering golden-brown gaze on hers, intent on her face, her brows drawn together as though she were concentrating.

And as she touched her, Kenna could tell she was taking in every tiny response: changes in her breathing, in her expression, the tension in her muscles.

CJ’s focus on her was almost another sensation in itself.

It was so intense. So purely devoted to Kenna’s every breath, which quickened the longer CJ touched her, watched her.

Her hands were slow and sensual as she ran them under the hem of her camisole, and Kenna’s nipples went hard even before CJ touched them. Oh, but when she did, her body blazed with desire, and her nipples went rock hard against CJ’s gentle fingertips.

Kenna let out a small moan.

“Yes, baby,” CJ murmured. “Don’t hold back with me. Moan and sigh all you need to. You know I love hearing it. I love every little sound you make.”

She gave her nipples a sudden, hard pinch, and Kenna gasped.

“Oh, yeah. I love hearing that, too.”

She pinched again, and once more Kenna gasped, desire lancing through her body, her pussy going wet.

“Did that surprise you, my little kitten? Yeah, now let’s make you purr.”

CJ leaned forward and pressed on Kenna’s knees until her thighs parted, then slid her fingers into her panties, finding her already slick folds.

“Fuck, I love that you get so damn wet for me. You have the sweetest little pussy, babygirl.”

She slid her fingers through her wetness and Kenna grew even wetter, her flesh swelling, needing more as CJ’s fingers circled the edges of her hole.

She kept circling and circling, never touching her clit, never pressing her fingers inside, and Kenna thought she might lose her mind if CJ didn’t fuck her soon.

Her hips began to move, arching into CJ’s touch; there was nothing more she could do about it.

And from some vague, misty place, she was aware of her own panting breath, of how soaking wet she was.

Without a word, just a hand on Kenna’s hip, CJ guided her to kneel up and spread a little wider, and Kenna was sure she would fuck her now. But all CJ did was keep up that sliding of her fingers through her wetness. It was the most incredibly delicious and torturous tease.

“CJ, please,” she finally whispered.

“Please what, kitten?” CJ asked, her fingers tracing her entrance, one fingertip just barely entering her.

“Ohhhh… that. More of that, please.”

“I need you to tell me, kitten. Say the words to Daddy.”

“Please…” She had to stop and gasp as that one finger pressed almost inside her, but not quite. “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

“Ah, that’s my good girl.”

CJ held her face in her free hand, forcing her to look into her eyes as she slid one finger, then two, into Kenna’s aching pussy, making Kenna gasp aloud.

“Oh!”

“Stay with me,” CJ ordered her, and Kenna understood she was to keep her gaze on CJ’s.

As CJ began to fuck her in long, slow strokes, she lost herself in sensation, in the gleaming brown and gold of CJ’s eyes.

Pleasure was like an electric current that wound through her, shafting deep into her pussy, into her belly, through her limbs.

Then she felt CJ shift her fingers inside her, curling to hit her g-spot, and she began to work her hard and fast.

The sensation was unlike anything she’d experienced before.

It felt incredible, her insides warm and loose, and yet a strange pressure was building inside her, low in her belly.

CJ fucked her harder, faster, hitting her g-spot with every stroke, until the strange, lovely pressure became almost too much to bear.

And her panting turned to a low mewling she had no control over.

CJ fucked her even faster, and Kenna had to grab onto her shoulders to remain upright, her legs shaking, the pressure spiraling inside her body.

“Oh, oh, ohhhhh… mmm…”

“Yeah, baby, I love it. I want you to let it go. Let it all go for Daddy. It’s okay to feel what you feel. Do it for Daddy.”

“Daddyyyyyy!” she yelled as the pressure hit a peak so indescribably intense, she couldn’t do anything but let go.

Her entire body let loose, and she came so hard she shook all over, calling out as spasm after spasm hit her.

She got lost in it, in the intensity of it as warm liquid gushed between her thighs.

“Oh, yeah, my baby. That’s it,” CJ encouraged her, still milking her body for pleasure. “Come hard for me, kitten. That’s my good girl.”

Somehow Kenna had managed to keep her eyes open, her gaze on CJ’s, and she saw her smile, the wickedly victorious gleam in her eyes.

Kenna’s body was a tangle of sensations, shivers, and moans, and a deep pleasure she’d never felt before.

And from that very present yet faraway place, she heard herself mewling, panting, gasping, crying out.

Then tears slipped down her cheeks and she fell into CJ’s lap as her Daddy withdrew her fingers from her body and pulled her soaking-wet panties off.

“Ah, yes, that’s my sweetest kitten girl. You did so good. You squirted so hard for Daddy.”

“Is that… is that what it was?” Kenna asked as soon as she could find her voice.

“Yeah. And it was amazing.”

She curled into a ball in her Daddy’s lap, feeling as if she were floating, her mind at ease, her body still shivering with tiny orgasmic aftershocks. She’d never known anything could feel that good. And her Daddy had given her that.

Finally CJ had her get up and threw a towel on the floor to soak up the liquid there, then took her into the shower, carefully washing and rinsing her off, as she’d done before at Kenna’s house.

Kenna couldn’t get over how gentle she was with her, treating her as if she was something precious.

It was something she’d never experienced before, not even with the dominant women she’d been with, or had been in relationships with.

No, this was something new and completely unique.

And she realized it was already causing her to shift her perception of herself, to feel deserving of such wonderful treatment.

After their shower, CJ tucked her into her big bed, leaving her only long enough to return with a tray of grapes, sliced apples, and cookies, along with a bottle of orange Gatorade.

She sat next to her and fed her little bites and encouraged her to hydrate, petting her and kissing her hands in between sips and bites.

“All I want to do is spoil my kitten,” CJ told her.

“I love that. I really do, although it’s going to take me some time to get used to it.”

“You should get used to it. In fact, you’re gonna need to, because I don’t plan to stop.”

Kenna smiled and stroked CJ’s soft cheek. “But… at some point you need to let me do things for you. I need to so that I feel okay about myself, you know?”

“You did say on the phone the other day that you like to cook.”

“I do, and I’m going to love cooking for you. But I’m no pillow princess. I want to touch you, to make you feel good. Your body is so exciting to me. And one thing I discovered years ago is that nothing turns me on more than a woman’s body.”

“Yeah, I get that; trust me.”

“So, you see that it would be really, really mean of you to not let me touch you, right? To not let me make you feel good?”

“Babygirl, you make me feel good every time I even talk to you.”

Kenna put on a pout. “You know that’s not what I mean. Why are you so stubborn about this? You’ve told me you’re not stone, or a touch-me-not, and you’ve let me touch you before, even if it wasn’t everything I wanted to do.”

CJ let out a sigh. “I just honestly get so focused on you, I guess I forget about my own pleasure, because pleasing you is my pleasure.”

“I understand that concept. I do. But it kinda feels like… an excuse to hold something back from me.”

“Aw, Kenna girl. I never want you to feel like that. It’s just hard for me to get out of service mode. And… maybe some leftover shit from my past that I haven’t totally worked out yet.”

“Did someone do something bad to you?” Kenna asked quietly. “I mean, of course you don’t have to tell me, but it might help me to understand.”