Anything He wants

My fingers ran down his back as I held on to him as he fucked his little girl. He was fulfilling everything I ever wanted out of my first time and then some. Things I never even knew I desired, but he’d teased my most taboo fantasies to the surface… and then fulfilled them. I never expected a man doing this to me to feel so damn good. I could barely hold on any more.

He listened to my cries, and it seemed Ty almost knew my body better than I did. He was slowing down again. “What is it this time?” I whined, so desperate to cum on him.

“Don’t take that tone with me. You ask nicely.”

I knew exactly what he meant. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, make me cum,” I said.

“Hmm? What does my little Kitty want?”

“Please make me cum, Daddy,” I finally spat out.

“As my little girl wishes.”

He reached between my legs and flicked my clit, and combined it with a sudden, rough, and utterly determined pace. I was screaming for him, and that’s exactly what he wanted me to do. To be screaming his name, to be screaming Daddy.

So much intensity hit me and washed over my body at that point, I was lost to bliss. So much, so fast, and it was all because of him.

He kept on fucking me, making sure I felt every bit of intensity for as long as I possibly could.

I could barely feel anything but the ecstatic ache as he finally pulled out of my pussy, his own cock aching and ready to blow.

Blow he did. Cum erupted out of him, lashing up and over over my body and splashing onto my chest and my face. I squinted some, but I was enjoying my own orgasm too much to truly care.

I was panting, exhausted by what he had done. I was ready to pass out, not caring about the mess that was on my body and my flesh.

Ty was there though. He moved quickly. “I’m sorry I made such a mess, little girl. Daddies do that sometimes when they don’t want their little girls to swell up just yet.”

Swell up just yet? What did he mean by that?

“Here, let’s get you all cleaned up.” He had a warm rag on hand, and started to wipe his mess off of my chest. Off of my face. After everything I had experienced, it was absolutely sweet, a perfect cherry on top of everything else. He lifted my head up from resting, and laid a final peck on my lips. He then pulled me into his bed, and took me into his arms, cradling me.

All I could do was look up at him and smile.

It was unusual, yes. I liked it, though. I was his, I was Daddy’s, to use, to command, to care for. I was going to get used to this very quickly.

Thoughts of un-little girl things like Daddy fucking me hard and fast again bounced through my head as I fell asleep in his arms.

When I came to the next morning, I was buried in the softest of sheets and blankets. I rubbed some of them against my face – this was of some exotic fabric. Probably not even silk, but something even more rare with some six digit thread count or something like that.

The only thing that would’ve been nicer to wake up in would have been Ty’s embrace.

Ty, though, was already up and about. He was redressing, buttoning up his shirt. “Good morning, Kitty.”

“Morning,” I said, still shaking the cobwebs out from waking up. Also, the whole wonderful experience that I had blissfully indulged in the night before. That was still shaking me up, still not able to believe that it happened.

“I have important Daddy business to attend to this morning,

unfortunately, or we’d be repeating last night right now instead of later.” I grinned at his words.

He pointed to a small book on the nightstand next to the bed. “You’ll find the number for my driver there, as well as the number for the house chef if you desire some food.” “Thank you,” I said.

“Thank you who?”

“Thank you, Daddy.” It was getting a whole lot easier to say as we went.

“That’s better. Today, you’re going to return to your former home and collect your personal affects, anything that you don’t want to leave behind. You’re moving in with me now.”

I swallowed a gulp of air. “I’m moving in with you? Already? Isn’t this all moving too fast?”

“Your father is being evicted from the mansion. You need a place to stay. Besides that, I don’t do things the normal way. I do things my way. Haven’t you figured that out yet, little girl?”

There was little disputing that fact. “Okay. I’ll tell my father and sisters where I’m going. I’m sure they’ll be rational and understanding given everything we’re going through.”

Ty didn’t respond, he just focused on getting his tie just right for whatever business things that he had to do.

“You’re seeing who?” My father’s voice raised.

“Ty. Ty Warren,” I said, suddenly feeling a whole lot more meek.

It had been such a good morning too. I had a fantastic breakfast made by some chef whose name was so French that I couldn’t pronounce it. Ty had presented me with brand new clothes to wear home, and my ride home even included a stop by for gourmet ice cream.

I didn’t even know ice cream could be gourmet.

The feel good morning came crumbling down as I walked into my father’s home. He was wondering where I had been all night.

I told him, and it didn’t go over well.

“That greedy miser scumbag? No daughter of mine is going to be seen attached to someone like that.” He was shouting at me. My sisters were on the floor above, looking down at the two of us in the foyer.

“Father, he wants to take care of me.”

“He wants to rub all of this in my face is what he wants to do. He’s trash, Karen. He’s why we’re in the situation we’re in. I forbid you to see that man again.”

“Father, I’m an adult, I can make my own decisions.”

“If you have any respect for me as a parent, Karen, you’ll listen to me anyway. I won’t let him lord you over me.”

“I’m not a possession for people to lord over others,” I said. I mean, unless I want to be. It’s a free country.

“Karen, please. Don’t torture your father like this.”

He was standing firm in front of me. I was angry that he was reacting like this – but he was my father.

He did want what was best for me. He was blood, he was family, he loved me.

I couldn’t just throw away that bond because of things like money. Or the pleasures that Ty delivered to me again and again. I couldn’t just shun that, could I?

Sighing, I nodded. “Okay, father. I won’t see him again.”

Ow. I didn’t expect that inner pain to hit me so hard for saying those words.

“Thank you, Karen.” His words felt empty, worthless.

I suddenly felt a huge surge of despair coming on. I didn’t say anything else to my father, and instead bolted to my room and dove into my bed.

Tears began to flow.

Why was I sobbing? I barely knew Ty. It was just one night.

Was it everything I was potentially losing out on? I did want to know more. How would he take care of me, in so many definitions of the word?

It was for my father. He was already going through a rough time. I didn’t have to make it worse just because I was a hopeless horny teenager.

I couldn’t bring myself to call Ty and tell him off. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t like Ty didn’t have this intimidating presence about him. He was a man who was used to always getting what he wanted.

There was another gigantic teddy bear waiting for me the next morning. With some effort, I dragged it into my room before anyone noticed. There was a note card attached to it – “Call me – Ty”. I still couldn’t do it.

Not even as another day passed and the courier showed up with a diamond necklace. He asked for my response. I told him I couldn’t give him one.

Why was I such a coward? I told my father I wouldn’t betray him for Ty.

But I couldn’t tell Ty that.

Again, I hid the gift away.

The third day, I couldn’t hide the gifts anymore. “Karen!” Olivia called out. “Flowers. Again. The fourth time today.”

Bashfully, I descended the stairs to collect them. Olivia just shook her head as she walked past me. At least she wasn’t judging me for all of this. This time there was an ornate fruit basket, complete with fruits I couldn’t even name if you asked me to.

Taking it and retreating back to my room, I reached for my phone. I brought up his number, and my finger hovered over it for what felt like an eternity.

Not like this. I couldn’t just call him, tell him we were through.

Even though we had only one date, and one night together, Ty wasn’t typical. He deserved better than being broken up with over a phone call.

The doorbell rang again. I immediately knew that he had sent something else my way. He was driven on spoiling me rotten even if I was disobeying him. I made sure I looked decent, and prepared to go. The courier who sent me more than likely had orders to bring me to him if asked.

I had to face Ty. I had to tell him it was over. Then, maybe, after a few weeks of crying into a pillow, I could move on.

The ride to the top of the penthouse felt like it was going to take an eternity. The whole time my hand was hovering over the stop button, ready to request the ground floor and run away from all of this again.

I had to stand firm though. Continuing to languish in this purgatory state with Ty wasn’t good for either of us, and it made me feel like kind of a bitch to be leading him along like this.

I reached the top, and I waited for the doors to open. He was there, waiting for me.

“Kitty, you’ve been a naughty girl ignoring my advances like that.”

I couldn’t look him in the eye, even as he approached me. “We can’t do this, Ty.”

He paused a moment. “And why not? You more than enjoyed my company. I could divine that much from the sounds you made.”

“It’s not me. It’s my father.”

He laughed. “Really?”

“Really what? He doesn’t want me seeing you.”

“I didn’t think George would be so petty.”

“He’s blaming you for his troubles.”

“George got himself in debt. I was buying his home to help him out of it.”

“He still blames you. I’m sorry, Ty.” “Kitty,” he started.

“I’m Karen.”

“No, you’re my Kitty. My beautiful, precious Kitty. I want you to ask yourself something. If the Daddy that spawned you won’t let you follow your heart to a Daddy you love, is he really all that much of a Daddy?”

“It’s not like that. I know sometimes emotions don’t make sense. Like how I feel about you doesn’t make any sense. I can’t blame my father for thinking like this, but that’s how he’s thinking.”

Ty moved forward, and pulled me closer to him. Despite me being there to put an end to our game, I didn’t mind it. Not how my head was buried in his chest, and how he was stroking my hair as he talked. “So you love your father.”

“Yes. He’s never done me wrong.” He laughed.

“What’s so funny about that?”

“I’m sorry Kitty. I made assumptions. I’ve seen so many husks of men who dared called themselves fathers that I made a poor judgment of character regarding yours. I figured he was the type who was fine in letting the dominant male figure in your life be the butler. I mean, you call him Father, not Daddy, even.”

“He thought Daddy was juvenile and didn’t let me or my sisters call him that.”

He laughed again.

“You see why I can’t do this then?”

“No, I don’t.” He pulled me closer. “I still want you Kitty. That’s without question, and I will have you. I’ll just reassess George, since you still hold him dear to you.”

“And that means?”

“Instead of buying his home, I’m going to bail him out and cut him a check so he can pull himself back together. A gift he can call a loan if he decides that offends him. I don’t want my Kitty worrying that her family is struggling as I spoil her rotten.”

I looked up at Ty. He was smiling warmly. I’m sure father would be far more forgiving of my choice of man if he wasn’t in such dire straits himself. “Thank you,” I said.

“Now there’s the matter that you’ve been very bad hiding from me like this. That isn’t what we agreed to, my Kitty.” “I’m sorry about all that.”

“Hmm?” He had a huge grin on his face.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t hide from you again.” I tried to hide my own smile. He was making everything all right, of course. I was going to be able to please both my father and my Daddy, after all. “I made a mistake and I was bad.”

“You’re damn right you did, little girl. Making me worried sick about where you were all this time. You need to be taught a lesson.”

My eyebrow raised. “I do?” I was suddenly confused by what he meant.

He had been treating me like a spoiled child all this time.

“Come with me.”

Somewhat roughly, he lead me by the arm across the room to his bed.

“Bend over, Kitty. Over the bed.”

Still confused, I remembered what I had agreed to that night. I would obey Daddy no matter what. Obviously, I had failed at that majorly, so I had to get back on the right track.

I leaned over the bed, wondering what was going to come. Was he going to fuck me from behind? Fuck my ass?

I could almost hear the air break as he wound up and rained down a mighty slap across my ass.

It stung. Hard. I let out a gasp, and shot a look back at him.

“Kitty, you need a good spanking so you realize what you’ve done and so you understand that you’re to obey Daddy. I only want what’s best for you.”

He followed this declaration with another mighty spank from his hand, my flesh shuddering all the way up, making me gasp again.

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“Up. We’re not done yet.” Ty sat on the side of the bed. “Across my lap, little girl. Now.”

My ass was already hurting a bit from the strength and velocity of his slaps. It wasn’t enough to dissuade me from obeying though, and I nodded, laying across Daddy’s lap. Across his strong, firm legs, and wondered what was to come next.

Yes, it hurt, but I was still amazed I was willing to take more. That a dark part of me wanted more.

I got more.

As I laid across Daddy’s lap, he unleashed another spank. More intense than the last, zeroing in on the same spot, aiming to make me really feel sore from everything that was happening.

Another lash, another shot of pain through me.

I was panting, whimpering, but he wasn’t done yet.

Far from it.