He doesn’t move at all. “We have no secrets, remember?”
My cheeks burn at the thought of Daddy Nick watching me pee. Even though he’s seen inside me, and felt in there, and his cum is dripping out of me right now, it still feels so icky to pee in front of him.
“No secrets, Laine,” he repeats. “Daddy wants to see.”
“You want to watch me… pee?” I ask him, sure I must be wrong, but he nods.
“Daddy wants to see everything.” He puts his hands on my knees and pulls them apart, and I can’t go, not while he’s watching. A tiny little trickle drips into the toilet, and his eyes are dark again.
I can’t believe he wants it, but he does.
I feel so tickly at the thought. Squirmy as he puts his fingers down there and spreads me open.
“Show Daddy, Laine.”
“But I…”
“Laine,” he says, and it’s stern. “No secrets.”
I don’t want secrets from Daddy. Even if they are icky ones.
I have to close my eyes to pee. It’s so hard to make myself go, but once I start I can’t stop. It comes out in a stream, splashing into the water underneath, and I’m sure some of it must go on Daddy’s fingers but he doesn’t care. It gives me tickles. Strange tickles right the way through me.
“Not so bad, is it?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”
My pee sounds so loud as it lands. My cheeks feel so hot as he stares.
And then I finish, and it’s a relief. I reach for the toilet paper but he’s there first. He tears some off and wipes me. Daddy Nick wipes my pussy it’s the most normal thing in the world.
I shouldn’t like it. I’m sure I shouldn’t like it. But I do.
“All clean,” he tells me, and his eyes are smiling. He kisses me quick before he reaches for the flush, and his cock is hard again as he gets to his feet.
I must look scared as I stare at it, because he laughs as he pulls me up.
“Bedtime,” he tells me. “I think my little girl’s had more than enough cock for one day.”
I’m only half relieved.
Nick
Wiping Laine’s sweet pussy is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the ways I want to take care of my little girl. Now I’ve had a taste of her secrets I only want more. I want everything from her.
It’s beautiful, her willingness to please me even when she thinks I’m being so icky.
I love being icky with Laine. Love pushing her boundaries.
I slide into bed beside her, my cock already hard for more, but it won’t be tonight. She’s taken enough.
She sighs as she snuggles against me, and I kiss her hair. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Goodnight, Daddy Nick.”
I’m Daddy Nick again, but that’s ok. I hold her so tight and she drifts off to sleep so much more quickly than usual. Her breath is quiet but steady, and just being next to her soothes me. I never want to let her go.
I love my sweet little Laine more than I’d have ever imagined. It’s more than desperation for a life less lonely than the one I’ve been living for so long.
It’s in her quiet grace. Her sweet smile. Her easy laugh. It’s in the way she’s so kind, the way she cares for me, looks up to me, the way she appreciates everything I do for her. The way she’s so keen to please me. So keen to be mine.
I love Laine because her bad start hasn’t made her bitter, or hostile. It hasn’t closed her down to love or made her suspicious. She’s still a sweet, soft soul with a warm heart.
She’s my beautiful girl. The one bright star on a cloudy night.
I drift off to sleep so soundly in her arms.
Chapter Nineteen
Laine
I wake up in Daddy Nick’s arms. No college. No work. It makes me smile to find him still sleeping.
I’m not a virgin. I’m not a virgin. I’m not a virgin.
I feel different. Squiggly inside.
Happy.
I roll over to face him, and he stirs but doesn’t open his eyes. I stare at him, just because I can. It’s a guilty pleasure, staring without him knowing. Like I’m spying, chasing secret glances.
He looks so beautiful in the morning light. His dark eyelashes, his perfect shadow of stubble. His strong nose, his cheekbones. His brows are so well shaped, serious, even when he’s sleeping. The light makes the grey at his temples look so fine, just a smattering, and it doesn’t make him look old, not like Kelly Anne thinks. It makes him look so professional.
“I know you’re staring,” he says, and his eyes open into mine. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
My heart flutters. “Morning, Daddy Nick.”
He doesn’t move and neither do I. We lay still, just staring, and there’s the softest smile on his lips.
“I haven’t slept in in such a long time,” he tells me, and I can believe it. He’s always up so much earlier than me.
I smile. “It’s relaxing. All warm and snuggly.”
“It’s a tight fit, this bed.” He stretches out his legs to illustrate, and he’s right, it is a tight fit, but I like it that way. I tell him so and he holds me tighter, squeezes me until I giggle, and then his eyes are serious again. “How do you feel, Laine?”
“Good,” I say. “Amazing. You made it amazing. Everything I ever dreamed of.”
“Your kind words do wonders for a man’s ego.”
But Daddy Nick doesn’t have an ego. He’s strong, but not arrogant. I know plenty of arrogant people, I’ve known them my whole life, the people that think they know everything, that they’re cooler than everyone, better than everyone. Better than me. I’ve known so many people who think they’re better than me.
But not Daddy Nick.
“Are you hungry, sweetheart?”
I tell him no, because I don’t want to move, but my tummy betrays me and rumbles.
“I think you might be a little liar, Laine Seabourne.” He taps my nose, and I can’t stop laughing. I wonder if it’s some kind of weird post-virginity-losing endorphin thing, because my body feels light enough to float away. He throws back the covers and I groan through the giggles, but he doesn’t care. He kisses my forehead before he drops his feet to the floor, and then he’s up.
My laughter stops when I see he’s hard. A pang between my legs as I remember how he felt there.
He grabs his cock as I stare. “You can’t honestly be surprised, sweetheart. I’ve been in bed with a beautiful, delicious young woman.”
Woman.
He called me a woman.
It feels better than I ever thought it would feel.
“Are you getting up with me?” he asks, and I nod. Even though the sheets have embraced me as one of their own, I still want to get up with him. I hold out my hand like a lazy cow as I yawn, and he pulls me up. I can feel the difference when I get to my feet, my pussy so tender, and my legs wobbly.
“All alright?” he asks. He takes my pink robe from the door and helps me into it.
“I’m good,” I say. “I’m just… I feel different…”
“You feel like you’ve been fucked,” he says. “You’ll get used to that, sweetheart.”