Page 26 of Daddy Issues

  Salt gave a low, aroused growl and leaned down to suck my right nipple deeply into his mouth.

  I gasped as I felt his wet heat en­vel­ope me. God, it felt good—felt right to fi­nally give my­self to my part­ner this way. He’d said that he wanted me from the first—now I knew I had felt the same way about him. But the prickly wall I had built around my­self—my fear of ever trust­ing any man again after my father had aban­doned me—had kept me from real­iz­ing and ac­know­ledging it. Now I was able to let my­self feel for my part­ner—to open my­self to him both emo­tion­ally and sexu­ally. It was still scary but it was also ex­cit­ing. God, I wanted him!

  “Oh, Papa,” I moaned as he sucked me deep, tak­ing as much of my breast into his mouth as he could at once. He toyed with the other nipple, flick­ing it idly and send­ing sparks of pleas­ure through my en­tire body. Then he switched and sucked even harder on my left bud. I writhed un­der him, a sob of pure pleas­ure build­ing in my throat.

  “Mmm,” he mur­mured at last, re­leas­ing my tight little point just when I thought I couldn’t take much more. “You do not know how long I have wished to do that. You have such a sexy little body, my sweet mishka. Your Papa en­joys suck­ing your nipples very much.”

  “And I like it when you suck me, Papa,” I whispered. “But I need more…please.”

  “That’s right,” he mur­mured. “I prom­ised you I would ex­am­ine your pussy and see if it needs to be tasted. Come, mishka, let us take off your jeans.”

  I was eager to get his tal­en­ted tongue between my thighs again. I reached up to push down my jeans and I would have pushed down my panties too but Salt stopped me.

  “No, no,” he mur­mured, keep­ing my panties in place as he di­vested me of my jeans only. “Let us keep these on a little while. I want to see them on you.”

  “Papa,” I whispered. “Please…”

  “All in good time, mishka,” he mur­mured. “Now, let me see…”

  He was lean­ing down again, look­ing closely at the junc­ture between my thighs. Des­pite my eager­ness, I found my­self sud­denly nervous and shy again. Without think­ing about it, I star­ted to close my legs.

  “Mishka…” Salt looked up at me sternly. “No, my darling—you must not try to hide your­self. Come now, open up. Spread your legs for Papa.”

  I felt my heart stut­ter in my chest and I did as he said, open­ing my thighs for his pleas­ure.

  Ap­par­ently Salt liked what he saw. He made a low, ap­prov­ing sound deep in his throat as he leaned over to get a bet­ter look at me.

  I looked too and was em­bar­rassed to real­ize how hot and wet I was get­ting. The thin white silk panties were soaked with my juices to the point where they were al­most com­pletely see-through. The damp fab­ric clung to my swollen pussy lips which were open­ing on their own, spread­ing to show the little pink pearl of my clit beg­ging for his at­ten­tion.

  “Mmm, mishka, look how wet you are for Papa,” Salt growled softly. He ran one fin­ger­tip down my cleft, slid­ing gently over my throb­bing clit and mak­ing me moan and jump.

  “Yes,” I ad­mit­ted in a low voice. “Yes, Papa, I am wet—so wet for you.” I couldn’t help my­self—my hips were rising to meet his touch. I craved the feel­ing of his mouth and lips and tongue all over my throb­bing cunt.

  “Look at these sweet hips com­ing up to meet me. I think you want your Papa to taste your pussy.” He looked up at me, his eyes lazy with lust. “Is that right, my little darling?”

  I bit my lip. “Yes, Papa,” I whispered.

  Salt gave me his one-sided smile.

  “If you want it, then you must ask for it, mishka. I want you to say, ‘Please, Papa, spread my pussy open and taste me.’ Can you do that for me?”

  My heart felt like it was go­ing to pound its way out of my chest. God, we were really go­ing all the way with this, weren’t we? Or Salt was and he was wait­ing for me to fol­low his lead. I didn’t hes­it­ate.

  “Please, Papa,” I whispered, feel­ing em­bar­rassed and in­cred­ibly turned on at the same time. “Please spread my pussy open and…and taste me.”

  “With pleas­ure, mishka,” Salt rumbled. First he pressed a gentle kiss to my mound, mak­ing me tremble at the feel of his hot breath against my vul­ner­able pussy. Then he hooked his fin­gers in the waist­band of my panties and tugged.

  I trembled and lif­ted my hips for him so that he could strip the soaked panties down my thighs and off my legs. Then I lay on the bed, com­pletely open for him with my breasts and sex ex­posed and on dis­play.

  Salt growled with ap­proval and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. He got on his knees be­fore me and pressed between my thighs, his broad shoulders split­ting me wide.

  I ex­pec­ted him to dive right in, but ap­par­ently he wanted to sa­vor the ex­per­i­ence.

  “Look at this soft little pussy, all spread open just for Papa,” he mur­mured, catch­ing my eyes and hold­ing them. “I can see how your little clit is swollen and throb­bing—do you need Papa to kiss you there, mishka?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, fol­low­ing his lead. “Please, Papa—I feel so achy and hot there. My little but­ton needs your kisses.”

  “Of course it does, my darling. But first I must taste the rest of you.” Lean­ing for­ward he lapped gently at the crease between my thigh and my pussy.

  “Salt!” I groaned. “Papa…what are you do­ing?”

  “Be­fore I can taste you prop­erly, I must clean up all your pussy honey.” He gave me a stern look. “Just re­lax and spread wide for your Papa, mishka. You must be pa­tient—I prom­ise I will taste your sweet little cunt when the time is right.”

  Then he went back to lick­ing around my in­ner thighs, clean­ing every trace of my juices away with his hot, wet tongue, mov­ing slowly…so slowly in­ward to­wards my pussy.

  But even when he fi­nally fin­ished with my thighs, he still didn’t get any­where near my clit. In­stead, he sucked my outer pussy lips into his mouth, gently mouth­ing them un­til I moaned and squirmed un­der him.

  “Be still, mishka,” he said sternly, look­ing up at me. “If you do not, I may have to pun­ish you.”

  “But you said…you said you wouldn’t spank me again un­til my bot­tom healed com­pletely,” I re­minded him breath­lessly.

  “And so I will not, but as you poin­ted out be­fore, there are more ways than that to pun­ish.” As he spoke, he dipped the tip of his long middle fin­ger into the well of my pussy, gath­er­ing mois­ture. Then he stroked gently around my ex­posed rose­bud, mak­ing me stiffen.

  “Oh, Papa!” I gasped.

  “Gently, my darling.” Salt gave me a half-lid­ded look that was pure lust. “You must re­lax and get used to Papa touch­ing you every­where—even here. Can you open for me as you did be­fore while I lick and taste your sweet pussy?”

  I bit my lip. “I…think so,” I whispered. After all, he’d touched me this way at the In­sti­tute. It had been fright­en­ing at first and it was still a little scary, but I liked the idea of giv­ing him com­plete and un­res­tric­ted ac­cess to my body. I also liked the thought of let­ting him touch me here, not be­cause someone else de­man­ded it, but be­cause I trus­ted him and wanted him to know all of me in­tim­ately.

  “My brave girl,” Salt mur­mured, lean­ing down to place a gentle, open mouthed kiss on my in­ner folds. “So brave to let your Papa lick all the honey from your pussy while he opens your tight little rose­bud.”

  God, his dirty talk was mak­ing me in­sane. Who knew that my stoic, Rus­sian part­ner could be so filthy between the sheets? I was so turned on I could barely breathe.

  I tried to muffle a moan and didn’t quite suc­ceed as he began lick­ing me in earn­est. Start­ing at the bot­tom of my slit, he licked up­ward, bathing my in­ner cunt and my throb­bing clit with his hot tongue. At the same time, I felt the blunt tip of his fin­ger eas­ing gently into me, filli
ng my rose­bud as he feasted on my open pussy.

  “Papa,” I moaned shame­lessly as my hands found their way into his thick, black hair. “Oh, Papa, please.”

  “That’s right.” Salt looked up for a mo­ment, his mouth and chin coated in my juices. “Moan for Papa. I love to hear my Baby­girl moan­ing and cry­ing while I lick her sweet little cunt.”

  Then he bent his head and went back to busi­ness, teased my aching clit gently by tra­cing a circle around it with his tongue un­til I thought I was go­ing to die. And as he licked, his long fin­ger worked its way slowly into me, filling my rose­bud in a way that was both pleas­ur­able and em­bar­rass­ing.

  “Papa,” I moaned, los­ing my­self com­pletely as I tugged on his hair and pushed my hips up to meet him. “Papa, please, please. I need…I need to come so bad. Please, Papa—please make me come!”

  Salt looked up again, his pale eyes feral with lust.

  “Ride your Papa’s tongue, Baby­girl,” he growled softly. “I am go­ing to press against you and let you open your­self and rub against me un­til you come.”

  He pressed the flat of his tongue to my open cunt, mak­ing me feel com­pletely sur­roun­ded by his heat. I moaned and did ex­actly what he had ordered me to do. Work­ing against him shame­lessly, I pulled his hair and rubbed my open cunt against my part­ner’s hot mouth. He made a low growl of de­sire and pressed harder against me. At the same time, I felt his long fin­ger com­pletely in­vade me, filling my tight rose­bud and mak­ing me feel owned and opened every­where.

  The sen­sa­tion of be­ing so open for him—of be­ing so com­pletely his—sent me spin­ning over the edge.

  “Papa—Papa!” I wailed as my pleas­ure peaked and I came help­lessly against his tongue. Every muscle in my body seemed to tense at once and I wished des­per­ately that he was in­side me—not just his fin­ger or his tongue but his long, thick cock. The shaft I had sucked so eagerly un­der the din­ner table at the In­sti­tute. I wanted it in me to the hilt, open­ing me and own­ing me—mak­ing me his forever.

  I was pretty sure Salt was think­ing along the same lines. He rode out my or­gasm, stay­ing with me though my hips were buck­ing wildly to­wards the end. When at last I col­lapsed in ex­haus­tion, he slid his fin­ger slowly out of me and bent down to lap gently around my pussy, clean­ing me up.

  “So much honey, my sweet mishka,” he mur­mured, his voice thick with lust. “It makes your pussy so wet and slip­pery in­side.”

  “Maybe it’s mak­ing me ready to have you in­side me, Papa,” I whispered, feel­ing dar­ing.

  Salt rose from his knees and climbed into the bed be­side me.

  “Is that what you want, Baby­girl?” he growled softly, look­ing into my eyes. He took my hand and placed it on the hard bulge in the crotch of his jeans. “To feel your Papa’s cock slid­ing into your tight little pussy? Filling you up?”

  I bit my lip at his size and re­membered how I hadn’t been able to get hardly any of him into my mouth. And yet, I wanted this more than I had ever wanted any­thing be­fore. Wanted the con­sum­ma­tion of our re­la­tion­ship des­per­ately.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “If…if you take it slow. You’re really big, Papa.”

  “And you’re my sweet little girl—so tiny and per­fect. Of course we will take it slowly,” he said sooth­ingly.

  “Take these off.” I tugged rest­lessly on his black t-shirt. “Please, Papa—I want you na­ked with me.”

  “With pleas­ure, my darling,” Salt growled softly.

  Sit­ting up for a mo­ment, he tugged the t-shirt over his head, bar­ing his broad, mus­cu­lar chest. I bit my lip at the sight of him—he was so huge he seemed to fill my whole bed­room—my whole life. I knew that I wanted him—wanted this—forever. But I couldn’t help won­der­ing if my part­ner felt the same way.

  Salt stripped down his jeans and box­ers as well and I caught my breath all over again at the de­li­cious sight of his long legs and cut torso. I knew he worked out on an al­most daily basis and it really showed. But now that we were both com­pletely na­ked to­gether for the first time, I felt a little bit shy.

  “What’s the mat­ter, mishka?” Salt mur­mured as I drew away from him a little. “Are you scared?”

  “Maybe…maybe a little bit,” I con­fessed. “It’s just…you’re so big when you’re na­ked, Salt. I mean, Papa.”

  “And you are so little and per­fect. Come here.” He pulled me close to him and, wrap­ping his long, mus­cu­lar arms around me, cuddled me against his broad chest.

  I pressed my face to his throat and breathed him in—the warm smell of his skin, the scent of the ocean, and a deep, male musk that was at once and en­tirely Salt. The fa­mil­iar scents and the gentle way he was hold­ing me eased my anxi­ety and soon I felt com­pletely re­laxed against him.

  “Mmm, this is nice,” I sighed, press­ing a little closer. I could feel some­thing long and hard and hot brush­ing my belly but it didn’t frighten me any­more. I knew that soon I would have it in­side me and I wanted that—wanted Salt filling me up. But I was sure we were go­ing to take our time.

  “Is very nice,” he rumbled. “I want you to know, mishka, I will al­ways be gentle with you. I will never hurt you as I did the other night. In fact…”

  Be­fore I could protest, he was flip­ping me over and ex­amin­ing my bot­tom.

  “Salt!” I pro­tested, for­get­ting our game for a mo­ment. “What are you do­ing?”

  “Mak­ing sure I did not leave scars,” he said ser­i­ously.

  There were still a few marks on my ass where the belt had landed but most had healed up nicely.

  “I don’t think there will be any scars,” I told him gently, feel­ing bad for the re­morse I saw in his eyes. “But if there were, they would be scars of love. I know that, Salt. It’s not like what happened with your father. I know you would never want to hurt me like that on pur­pose.”

  “Never,” he swore hoarsely. “Never again.” He kissed my bot­tom ten­derly, tra­cing the fad­ing marks with his tongue as though he was try­ing to erase them with gen­tle­ness and love alone.

  It was a ges­ture of heal­ing but the feel of his warm breath and wet mouth on my bare ass was get­ting me all hot and bothered again.

  “Salt,” I mur­mured, shift­ing rest­lessly. “Papa, I thought you were go­ing to…go­ing to fill me.”

  “Mmm.” He flipped me back over and looked down at me ap­prais­ingly. “So you still want your Papa’s cock in your pussy? You think you can take it deep in­side—all the way into your tight little cunt?”

  “God,” I moaned, his dirty talk un­do­ing me com­pletely. “Yes, Papa—at least, I’ll try.”

  “Very good. But we must be care­ful not to hurt you.”

  Salt sat up and po­si­tioned him­self against the head­board of the bed with a pil­low be­hind his back. Then he beckoned to me.

  “Come here, mishka,” he growled softly. “Come here and ride your Papa’s cock.”

  “Yes, Papa.” I went to him will­ingly and straddled his lap so that my open pussy was hov­er­ing over the long, thick shaft rising from between his thighs. The broad crown was ex­posed, a single droplet of clear pre­cum welling from its tip. I took his thick­ness in my hand, lov­ing the silky, hot feel of his skin, in­tend­ing to rub him against my open pussy.

  “Wait…” Salt put a hand on my arm, keep­ing me still for a mo­ment.

  “What?” I looked up at him un­cer­tainly. Did he not want me to take the lead? I wanted him in me so badly I felt like I would die. Not in the way that the Please had made me feel—like a black hole had opened in­side me that had to be filled. No, this was a deep, pleas­ur­able ache—the need to have the man I cared for deep in­side me, claim­ing me in the most in­tim­ate way pos­sible.

  “I want you to un­der­stand some­thing, Andi,” Salt said, un­ex­pec­tedly break­ing char­ac­ter.

  “Yes??
?? I looked up at him, sens­ing that he had some­thing im­port­ant to say.

  “If we do this,” he mur­mured, hold­ing my eyes with his own. “It is not just a one-time thing—this is not cas­ual. If we do this, it is forever. Do you un­der­stand?”

  “I do,” I whispered, my heart swell­ing within me. “I…I un­der­stand, Salt.”

  “I do not know if you do.” He cupped my cheek and looked at me in­tently. “My darling, I have wanted you and waited for you for so long. If I claim you in this way, I do not in­tend to ever let you go. Is for al­ways if we do this. Da?”

  “Yes,” I said softly. “Yes, Salt, I un­der­stand. And…that’s how I want it too.”

  “Good.” He pulled me close for a mo­ment and cap­tured my mouth in a long, sweet kiss. I could taste my own secret fla­vor on his lips and it made me moan as he kissed me.

  “Salt,” I whispered as the kiss fi­nally broke.

  “Papa,” he cor­rec­ted me, his eyes flash­ing. “Tell me, mishka, should we try and see if you can fit your Papa’s cock into your tight little pussy?”

  My whole body seemed to flare with heat.

  “Y-yes,” I stuttered, turned on all over again. “Yes, Papa, please.”

  “Good girl,” Salt mur­mured ap­prov­ingly. “Then just lower your­self down and guide the head into your tight little slit. Just the head now—be care­ful and do not hurt your­self. Your pussy will be stretched tight around your Papa’s cock soon enough, Baby­girl. There is no need to rush it.”

  “No,” I said breath­lessly. “No, I won’t, I prom­ise, Papa.”

  “That’s my good girl,” he said, pla­cing his big hands lightly on my hips to help guide me down. “My good girl who wants to feel Papa’s cock so deep in her pussy.”

  I moaned softly as I felt the broad head of his shaft breach my en­trance. It was a tight fit but Salt had done a very thor­ough job of get­ting me ready to take him. I felt the head and the first thick inch slide slowly into me with only a little ef­fort. I would have taken more but Salt stopped me.

  “Gently, mishka,” he mur­mured, his big hands on my hips hold­ing me in place. “Tell me how it feels to have just the head of my cock in­side your pussy.”