Page 10 of More, Daddy (Bluebell Bruisers #3)

I explained that I enjoy a specific roleplay, one where I’m her daddy, and that’s she my babygirl, and in that, I’d take care of her in all ways, give her the best orgasms and affection, and in turn, she would make herself innocent and pliable for me, tap into vulnerability and out of decision making and let me just…

dote on her. Please her. Obsess and worship over her.

While both of us mutually acknowledge the sinful nature of fantasizing about that dynamic.

I told her that the feeling of it being taboo—pretending we’re daddy and babygirl—is what makes it so incredibly hot. But then the hot sex would tether us, to our marriage, our relationship. That, in total, it would be something she would enjoy if she gave it the chance.

I believed that at the time

Anyway, that’s how I described it

DaddysGirl

You described it perfectly. Being a sinful, tawdry little dirty secret for your daddy? So perfect.

I swallow her words, trying to digest and move past them, trying to be present in the moment of sharing about our pasts in order to get to know each other better.

But hearing her talk about being a sweet little thing for a daddy…

I have to try my hardest to stay on track.

I get back to Pris, and that night I first told her.

Suede0989

She was pretty hung up on the fact that I hadn’t told her until then

Used the term bait and switch, but I told her that wasn’t fair. That I was prepared to live a whole life without my kink, if needed, but that I wanted to give her an opportunity to explore it with me, before we had kids

DaddysGirl

I see it from your side completely

I didn’t think she was just telling me what I wanted to hear when she wrote that, and that meant more than it should have. It made my chest tight, and had my fingers working almost as fast as my brain.

Suede0989

She then said she needed time to think and research, and that she wasn’t closed off to it. She also expressed that though I hadn’t told her until now, she didn’t want me going my whole life without something I really wanted

DaddysGirl

Would you have gone your whole life without it?

Shit, I’m jumping ahead

I mean, you’re divorced, so I know the ending, but I don’t know how it unfolds

I take a few bites of my cooling dinner and drink my beer.

Suede0989

Don’t forget to eat while you read :)

And yes. I would have given it up for my entire life. Hell, I was prepared to.

DaddysGirl

This cliffy is killing me

What happened?

My brain veers around the tracks of chaotic, broken memories in my mind. Memories I’ve worked hard to move past, to bury, to tread around, because most of these things still bring a flood of unnecessary shame, too.

I thought I’d fallen into a deeper love with Pris after she told me she was going to look into being my sweet girl, and letting me be her daddy. She promised to really try and see if it was something she could do.

I believed her. My heart swelled for her.

My heart, in fact, grew so big for her that my chest ached just looking at her.

The woman who would mother my babies, and love me until I wear diapers and can’t hear.

This woman was going to step outside herself for me, and explore something unnatural to her, just to please me.

That, to me, was love.

The next day, I wanted to surprise her. Shower her with this new surge of overwhelming adoration that swept me. I picked up flowers. Roses, to be exact. White ones. Two dozen. Those were her favorite.

I left work early. Even skipped out on a meeting. Drove home wearing this absolutely ridiculous grin, ear to ear, drumming my fingers along the steering wheel to the beat of some pop song as if I were a happy teenager. The pleasure I felt on that drive home was unmatched.

Pris had gotten off work early that day, too.

She’d invited two of her friends over. I knew this as soon as I pulled up and saw their sedans parked on the curb in front of our house.

Even better , I thought. I’d show up and earn points with her friends by surprising her with her favorite roses.

Pris always wanted her friends to know the things I did for her, like gaining good husband clout in their eyes meant stacking up wins.

I was quiet opening the back door, because surprises don’t work when you’re loud. I wish I would’ve been loud. Or, I don’t know, do I wish that? If I had been loud, then I wouldn’t have been able to quietly sneak inside and overhear the conversation Pris was having with her two best friends.

About me.

And my kink .

My “totally creepy, absolutely disgusting, incestual fetish,” in her words.

But baring that part of myself to DaddysGirl —sharing with her the most traumatic and life-changing moment I’ve ever had—I don’t know if I’m ready.

The thought of telling her how purposefully and intentionally my wife, the woman who promised to love me forever, turned on me and made my darkest secret a weapon to use against me–it’s humiliating.

After all, what kind of husband must I have been that made it so easy for her to do that to me?

What kind of person deserves to be treated like that?

Those questions have rattled around in my brain, alone, for too long.

Long enough for me to know, I need to keep this high level secret.

Suede0989

Turns out, she couldn’t stomach it. And she lied to me before it was clear that she just wasn’t into it. And we couldn’t make it through. We divorced less than two months after I shared with her.

DaddysGirl

I’m so sorry Suede

That’s truly awful

I’m sorry you went through that

She didn’t understand the freedom in belonging to someone so intimately, the peace that comes with being a sweet girl to a loving daddy

That is exactly it. That was just the way I tried to describe it to Pris, too.

That I didn’t expect her to act like my little girl all the time, and that I never expected her to do it publicly.

But that sometimes, when the mood was right, allowing herself to feel small, to feel powerless and reliant, to lose herself in imagined forbidden sin, could be freeing.

And watching me give her what she needs, allowing herself to feel nothing but satiated—she could like it. Hell, lots of women needed it.

DaddysGirl gets it.

Because as much as I’m a natural born daddy, she’s a natural daddy’s girl.

I reach into my cotton pants and start tugging, using the liquid arousal streaking down my shaft as lube.

With one hand, I type.

Suede0989

That’s exactly right my sweet girl

Now tell daddy about you. About what losers had the chance with you and blew it

I stroke myself as I reread my sweet girl , and now tell daddy about it . Fuck. Just inhaling whiffs of this lifestyle has me ready to come. In fact, I pull the waistband of my pajama pants down, grateful I live alone, and let my cock fall against my belly, hard and hot.

DaddysGirl

I’ve only had one serious relationship

My high school boyfriend. We dated for two years. My junior year and my senior year.

I want to ask how long ago that was, but I know we can’t get that specific. After all, I could count backward and solve for her age. Instead, I play it safe.

Suede0989

I won’t ask when that was, but I will ask why you broke up

DaddysGirl

I don’t know if I’m ready to share that

I blink at her response. At first, irrational anger claws through my veins, surging into my fingertips, making me grip the comforter. She has a secret.

But then again.

I didn’t tell her everything about Pris. I didn’t tell her what I walked into. What I overheard. Everything that happened after that.

I like this girl so goddamn much, and being a pissy hypocrite has no place here.

Suede0989

I understand

No one since him? Nothing casual?

DaddysGirl

I don’t do casual

Suede0989

Yet you’re on Veiled, a temporary connection site

Winky Face Emoji

DaddysGirl

That’s true but you know what else is true?

That nothing between us is casual, or has been for a while

My heart leaps in my chest, and my tray of mostly eaten food slides off my lap onto the floor.

It’s happening. Moving things ahead while somehow going slow. We’re doing it. I swallow against the knot of happiness in my throat, against the excitement thrumming behind my flesh, beating and pulsing.

Suede0989

You’re right

DaddysGirl

I have to go

But when I close my eyes tonight, I’m going to pretend you’re there, kissing me, tucking me in, wishing me sweet dreams

A moment of whiplash hits when I realize she’s logging off, because our conversation just ramped up new, exciting territory, but I don’t waste a moment being shocked, because she’s still online this second.

Suede0989

I wish I was there to do that

I’m sad you have to go, but thank you for opening up to me, sweet girl

DaddysGirl

Talk to you tomorrow, Daddy

DaddysGirl has gone offline.

I know from experience that I have a very small amount of time before the chat disappears. I spit in my palm, though I’ve been leaking so much I don’t think I need saliva. Pumping, I let my eyes roam over the carnival of my favorite things on screen.

I’m going to pretend you’re there, kissing me, tucking me in, wishing me sweet dreams.

I envision my cock, hard as a rock in my cotton sleep pants, as I lean over her bed, pressing my lips into her hairline. Strawberries and cream, that’s what she’d smell like, and I’d tug the blankets up to her breasts, making sure she’s covered and warm.

My laptop slides off my lap, onto the couch, the screen moving as my arm works faster and faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan, swiping the flat of my palm over the hole on my cockhead, smearing my precum down my shaft as my head careens back, a groan roaring free from my chest. “ Fuck, you’re sweet, baby. ”

I’d stand over her bed, watching her snuggle into her pillow after I’d kiss her goodnight but then…

my fingers would start to tingle. My muscles would twitch and a moment later, I’d be pulling back those covers, slipping into bed next to my sweet girl, tugging her little pajama shorts down.

To help her sleep really well, I’d need to make her feel really good, and I’d whisper that into the back of her ear as she moaned, “ daddy, is that you?”

I stroke myself faster, harder, my breathing jagged, my laptop nearly sliding off onto the floor.

My fingers would sweep the soft flesh of her inner thigh as I’d pull her open, and sink my hot length deep inside her wet little cunt.

“Hold still for Daddy,” I’d tell her, screwing my eyes shut, rutting into her tight heat in sloppy, passionate strokes.

Cum splatters up my belly and chest, a few ambitious drops landing on my chin as I open my eyes, taking in my house all around me.

A moment later, the screen flickers and our chat disappears.

I realize, sitting in a heap of my own cum, that I need DaddysGirl . And I need her to be Daddy’s girl.

I’m in irreversibly deep.