Daddy’s Little Pet

RENEE

I stared at myself in the full-length mirror for the umpteenth time.

My heart hammered wildly in my chest, and I couldn’t contain the excitement and anxiety filling me simultaneously.

Soon, I’ll be meeting Robert, and I couldn’t explain how tense and edgy I was feeling.

“You’ll do good, Renee. Tonight is going to go so smoothly, and you’re going to come back with shaky legs. Bet on it.”

I heard Nicole whisper into my ear, her eyes upturned in a wink as she stood behind me.

“God, I’m so nervous. I don’t think you understand. No, you can’t! You don’t get it!” I exclaimed, my eyes sweeping over my hot as fuck dress.

I was wearing a stretchy brown satin dress that accentuated my curves and made everything look perfect. I loved how the dress hugged my body, leaving nothing to the imagination.

The material flowed around me like water, showing off my impressive figure and my strappy nude-heeled legs in the most flattering way possible.

My strawberry-blonde hair fell down my back in banging waves, and my face was caked in light makeup courtesy of Nicole. She’d gone overboard tonight, prepping me and I appreciated every ounce of her efforts because I’d come out looking so gorgeous.

Since I’d arrived at our small motel room, telling her all the details about my rushed one-night stand, she’d been in awe.

I didn’t explain my sexcapades in full, as I wasn’t good with stuffs like that, but I’d let her know that I had a fantastic night, a blissful morning, and an excellent time in the shower.

Recalling how she’d squealed when I told her everything, a smile flickered across my lips and I hid it quickly while staring at myself in the mirror.

Damn! I just hoped Robert loved my look.

Nicole chuckled from behind me. She broke my wandering thoughts, saying, “Oh, I get what you’re talking about. If anyone understands you, it’s me. I know why you’re nervous. It’s because this would be your first real date with a stranger in years. after Dylan. It feels strange and surreal right?”

“Yes! Yeah, you get it.” I muttered, feeling a bit empty as I added, “I’ve never for one day imagined this happening. Going on a date with another man, someone other than that bastard. It never occurred to me at all!” I spat out bitterly and Nicole gently squeezed my shoulders, in her attempt to comfort me.

“You have to be confident tonight, Renee. Think of this date as a new step for you. You’re going out with an insanely hot man and moving on. You no longer care about Dylan or the blonde ugly bitches he fucks…”

“I can’t even think of this date as me moving on, Nicole. I… I’m afraid of feeling too much for him. This is a fling. It will be over just as soon as it started and…”

“Shhh… Stop batting your lashes. You would smear your mascara.” Nicole cut in. “See…” She began again, “See this as you enjoying yourself. Don’t feel too much, I’ll warn you. You’re in this for the sex, and that’s the thrill. No strings attached. Don’t be afraid to explore. Live your best life, my bitch!” She urged, and I nodded in agreement.

The sound of my phone ringing startled me. When I stared at the screen, I saw a rather strange unknown number calling me, but I could already guess who it was.

It was almost eight, and he was probably on his way to pick me up.

Earlier today, he’d texted with yet another number, informing me to wait for him where we’d met yesterday and since it was a short walk from our motel, I’d agreed.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“I have to go now.” I told Nicole, grabbing my clutch purse and checking myself in the mirror one last time.

“Are you sure you don’t want an escort?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“I would love to see this man who has my friend fawning over his huge dick.”

“Nicole!” I exclaimed at her crudeness, swiping the answer button of my still-ringing phone and placing it on my ear, I gave Nicole a parting hug and proceeded to leave the room.

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‘You look astonishingly beautiful, Renee.’ These were the exact same words that’d come out of Robert’s mouth the second he saw me.

On reaching the spot where I was to meet him, I saw a dark-tinted limousine waiting at a safe distance. At first, I never imagined the limousine to be his. So standing in a corner, I looked around expecting him to show up from wherever, but lo and behold, he had stepped out from the expensive luxury car, waving directly at me.

I knew he was rich, judging by the grand hotel suite he was staying at, but I never expected him to own a limo.

There were lots of things I had no idea about. However, I was determined to get answers to things like his age, what he did for a living, and more.

I kept reminding myself that this was a short fling, but I did deserve to know some bits about the man I was fucking.

After exchanging brief pleasantries and leading me inside the plush car, he commanded his driver to drive us to an address I didn’t recognize and then facing me, he’d asked about my day, making small talk and flirting.

One thing led to the other, and after I let it slip that I was wearing the lacy lingerie from the clothes he bought me earlier, he’d demanded to see the panties. And then now… Robert Clarke was finger fucking me!

The limousine was large and stretchy, with a window separating us from the driver at the front, giving us the privacy to live our best life here.

Yes! I was living my best life actually.

I was more than wet, my pussy juice soaking his fingers as I rode his hand, intent on bringing myself to a much-needed orgasm.

“Yes!” I moaned, my eyes closed as he continued to stroke my pussy. It felt amazing, like a fucking massage machine but so much more satisfying.

The way his fingers moved in me made me feel better than any dildo I’d ever used.

“Come on, my little slut. Let daddy show you how good it can be~” He purred in an intense voice that sent shivers down my pussy, and just when I felt myself on edge, he withdrew a finger.

The vehicle came to a halt, and I realized we were probably at our destination for the night. But Robert wasn’t done with me yet, so we couldn’t leave.

Speaking of Robert… I glanced at him and saw a cocky grin on his face as he withdrew another finger from inside my pussy, leaving just one.

“Please… just finish your job….” I whispered, hoping he’d continue because I already had an idea of how this would play out. Still, he said nothing, just smirked as he stared intently at me.

“Please, Daddy…” I said.

“No. You’ll get much better treatment when we get to the yacht.”

“The yacht? Wait, what?!” I questioned, my legs still quivering with his one finger on my clit.

To my astonishment, Robert withdrew the last finger from my pussy, his thumb grazing my clit, while I whimpered in frustration.

“No, you wouldn’t dare.” I half yelled, dragging my face downward as I used my hands to grab his wrist, but he wouldn’t budge. “Finish what you started!”

“We’re at our destination, sweetheart.” He drawled teasingly, and I didn’t miss the mockery in his voice as he said those words.

Shameless, I pleaded, “Finish what you started…. Please, please don’t leave me like this.”

“Baby girl, we’re already here. I can’t continue.” He said again, his words like a tease. He leaned close to my ear, kissing the base of my neck softly, while I almost died and went to heaven.

“Don’t do this, Robert…” I begged, a frustrated tear escaping my desire-laced eyes as my impending orgasm began receding , and I just couldn’t take that.

“I’m sorry, baby girl.”

“Daddy…” I called out, looking intently into his eyes, “I don’t care that the car’s stopped moving. I want to come. Please, make me come.”

A groan escaped his lips at my words, and I felt elated seeing as I was getting to him. But then he said, “I’m sorry, Renee. No matter what you do or say, I’m not going back on my decision.”

My hands went to my clit as I eased backward on the plush leather vehicle seats. I let my head fall back as I brought my fingers to where I ached the most.

I’d touch and pleasure myself if Robert was refusing to do so.

Before I could drag my dress up though, I heard his voice command gruffly, “Don’t! Don’t try me, Renee!”

His words sent shivers through me.

I looked at him with wide, imploring eyes and that’s when I saw the annoyed expression on his face.

My hands left my dress, and lifting my lower half slowly from the car seat I said softly, “Please, Daddy? Please, I’m begging you.”

“You’ll beg tonight, baby girl, but not now.” Robert answered my question, “We have a yacht to cruise!”

“A what? I…”

He didn’t let me finish as he stretched his hands out, dragging me with him as the limousine door slid open.

I reluctantly stepped out of the vehicle, and I was beyond shocked that Robert had refused to take advantage of the situation he’d been given. I wanted sex badly, and it upset me.

My orgasm-deprived legs shook badly, but Robert didn’t care as he guided me out of the limo and into the cold air.

I was angry and frustrated, but at the same time, anticipation filled me as I imagined how he would remedy this situation. That was the only consolation, and I knew that he would definitely make up for this.

Of course, he would! My Daddy would.