Page 56 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“If that’s another way of asking me to take out your bottom baubles, than the answer is still no. That stays tucked inside for now.”
“Oh,” she said, her face flushing pink at his declaration.
“However, that doesn’t mean your bottom needs to remain covered.” He reached behind her to unsnap her bra and pulled it down and off her arms. Micah was petite but she had been gifted with a beautiful bubble-butt and a pair of breasts that perfectly filled his large hands. He gave each nipple a tweak before moving her to face away from him. After a moment, she turned, a quizzical expression knitting her forehead.
“Um… aren’t you going to take my panties off?”
“No, that’s a job for you,” he said. “I want you to take a few steps forward and then very slowly pull your undies down. Then you’ll open your legs as far as your panties allow, bend over and grab your ankles. Daddy wants to admire how beautiful you are.”
“While I’m bent over?”
“Yep.”
Her face flushed a darker pink, both knowing exactly what view such a position would offer him. When she looked around the room, Stone had the feeling it wasn’t because she wouldn’t obey, but that she was somehow checking if she’d be safe in doing so.
“Who do you see?” he asked, understanding she was looking for someone and not something.
“Lydia,” she said without hesitation. Once the name was spoken, she turned her face to him again. “It’s okay. She left.”
Startled a bit, Stone did his best not to react in a way that put his Little girl off balance. “The same Lydia who stitched the sampler downstairs?”
“Yes, this was her house.”
“Ahh, I see, well then, thank you, Lydia,” he said to the room. “I promise your new friend is safe with me.”
“Oh, she already knows that, Daddy. That’s why she spoke to me. She said you remind her of her own husband.”
“I’m honored,” he said, though a little concerned their stay would be a bit uncomfortable if he had to worry about a ghost wondering about.
“It’s okay, Daddy,” Micah said with a giggle. “She’s not a voyeur. She usually stays in the parlor but wanted to make sure you liked her room up here. She won’t bother us at all.”
Deciding he could either spend time worrying about something he couldn’t change unless they moved locations, or he could spend that time admiring the love of his life, he did the only thing he could. “Panties down and bend over. I need to see the cutest butt in the entire world.”
Instead of flushing, she smiled and took a few steps forward.
“Remember, nice and slow,” Stone said, his eyes riveted on the spot where the heart containing his title and hers would appear as she slipped her fingers beneath the lacy edge. Inch by inch, skin far paler than the rest of her began to appear. It was like his dick had its own heartbeat as it grew, the blood pumping through veins confined by his clothing. Her panties reached the halfway mark as he undid his zipper and pulled his cock free. Fisting the base, he squeezed hard to stave off the urgent need to shove into her. Instead, he slowly began to stroke his length, his cock stiffening further with every gorgeous bit of skin she uncovered. When the lace dipped beneath the midway point, he could practically see what remained hidden by the clenching of her cheeks.
“Relax your ass, little girl,” he said as he ran his palm over the head of his cock, spreading the slickness seeping from the slit over the entire crown. “Bend over and keep lowering those pretty undies.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said softly, bending at a slight angle even as her panties slid down another half inch. With her new position, the surface of her ass broadened but didn’t keep the fabric from continuing its journey.
Despite his throbbing cock, Stone wasn’t in a hurry. He was enjoying the show far too much to rush his Little along in her role of playing the sexy harlot. He’d not missed the shy smile she’d given him at his latest order, or the slight spreading of her feet before her panties even reached the floor.
Stone had to tighten his grip around his cock as she bent forward again, her cheeks beginning to part and the moment he saw the string uncoil to dangle between her sweet thighs, he had to shut his eyes, but only for the briefest moment in order not to embarrass himself and erupt like some teenager seeing a naked woman for the first time.
Finally she released her panties only to spread her feet apart, stretching the cotton to its max before gripping her ankles and peering up between her legs. The picture she made was worthy of hanging in the Louvre as far as he was concerned. He figured even Michelangelo wouldn’t argue with that.
Chapter Seven
Micah
From her upside-down view, Micah watched her Daddy take far less time to strip off his clothes than it had taken her to lower a single item. Once nude, he stepped up behind her and she felt the head of his cock line up with the entrance to her pussy. She held her breath in anticipation of being penetrated, every cell in her body screaming “Yes, please!” Instead of filling her, she felt a tug and knew he’d wrapped the string of her anal beads around his fingers. Her soft gasp earned her a deep chuckle that had her face flushing.
“How about we play a game, Micah?”
“What kind of game?” she asked, though experience had proven her Daddy had some extremely creative ideas of how a game could be played. Given that he’d addressed her as Micah and not Webby, was another clue that tonight’s game wouldn’t come close to resembling the rules of any board game they had on their shelves at home.
“For every thrust you ask to fill your kitty, I’ll tug on this little string until a bead pops out of your ass.”
