Page 87 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Y-you?”
He raised an eyebrow at me and my core clenched. My heart adored gentle Daddy, but my body craved stern Daddy.
“Me?” I guessed.
“Yes.”
“Why am I naughty?”
“I think you’re fibbing to Daddy about being hungry. I think maybe you’re so excited to get to Helen that you’re putting your needs last.”
Oh, yeah. I was doing that.
“I think maybe my tummy could be hungry.”
“Mhhh, Daddy thinks so too.” He put on his blinker and took the exit we were closest to.
After pulling into the parking lot of a large truck stop, he shut the truck off. “I bet you need a change too, huh, baby?”
I nodded.
After snagging my diaper bag from the back, he came around and unbuckled me.
“Hold my hand, little one,” he commanded.
I did as he asked and was rewarded with ‘good girl’ in return. My clit throbbed at his praise. I liked to be scolded and praised. It took me a long time to come to terms with the jumbled mess of kinks I had, but Daddy had helped me accept that part of me too. He led me through the store and into the family restroom. Opening my bag, he dug out the plastic changing mat and spread it out across the floor. I laid down once it was ready and Daddy started changing me. He was so super fast and I was counting down the minutes until I thought we would be back in the car. His fingers stroking my mound caught me off guard, so did the cold air that hit me when he spread me even wider to his gaze.
“Your little kitty is wet, baby,” he observed.
“Yas-huh, Dada.”
“How long has it been wet, love?”
“Since the car.”
“Since when in the car?”
I hated this game—the one where Daddy made me admit his stern tone was a weakness of mine.
“Since you gotted onto me.”
“Poor kitty,” he cooed, stroking me. I didn’t miss his smirk. “It’s been needy for a while.”
“Poor kitty,” I whispered in agreement. His rough fingers traced figure eights through my folds, grazing my clit with each loop. Oh, he knew just how I liked to be touched.
“Do you want Daddy to help it feel better?”
“Yas-huh.” I nodded, then added, “Please?”
“Oh, what pretty manners,” he praised, reaching down and freeing his thick cock. I loved all my special moments with Daddy, but these kind—where I knew it would be fast and rough—were my favorite. I loved to be reminded of how roughly he’d taken me every time I moved. It made me feel so possessed.
He lined himself at my entrance before suddenly stopping.
“Nuu, Daddy!” I whispered in frustration.
Pushing back to his knees, he stood on his feet, and then hovered above me. “I want to be in your sweet cunt too, baby, but I am not fucking you on the bathroom floor.” Lifting me from the mat, he lowered me down onto him.
Oh my goodness. He was so thick and I was so full. I had been wet, but not enough that it didn’t pinch a bit. I fucking loved that pinch.
