Page 32 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
“Of course, anything for my best girl,” he says with a wide excited grin on his face. “Here you go, let me tie this around your neck, we don’t want to spoil your pretty dress.” I lean my head forward slightly as Daddy ties a large bib around my neck with embroidered bunnies on it.
I go to pick up my knife and fork but realise I don’t have either. I am about to ask when Daddy begins slicing up my food in my pink plastic bowl and then gets a forkful and blows before saying, “Open wide sweetheart, this is going to make you big and strong.”
I open my mouth wide and he aeroplanes the forkful of lasagne into my mouth. “Mmmm,” I mumble as the tastylasagne hits my tastebuds. Once I’ve swallowed, I ask, “Did you make this at home, Daddy?”
“Handmade especially for my perfect little girl,” he replies proudly. I peer at him over the next forkful of food and see genuine pride and joy on his face. Whilst this whole situation baffles me, I can’t deny how happy this role play is making this man. His rugged face is lit up with joy at feeding his make-believe little girl.
Daddy slaps his forehead and gets to his feet, “Silly Daddy nearly forgot your sippy cup.” I watch as he opens a drawer and pulls out a plastic pink cup with two handles and fills the cup with water from the tap before placing the top on. He walks back to where I am sitting and places it on my tray table. “Here you go sweetheart.”
“Thank you Daddy, you’re the best,” I say in my singsong little voice. Making this man smile is addictive, there is nothing I’d rather do right now than see him light up when I speak his name.
Daddy eats from his bowl in between feeding me and once both bowls are empty, he says, “And for good girls who eat up all their dinner, they get jelly and ice cream.”
“Oh yay!” I exclaim, clapping my hands in joy.
Daddy prepares two bowls from the freezer and feeds me once again. I have no problem eating the dessert all up and then pick up my sippy cup and suck down the water. Daddy picks up the bowls once again and walks them to the kitchen before returning with a packet of wet wipes where he begins to wipe my mouth and sticky fingers clean. I have no idea how they got so sticky considering he was feeding me the whole time.
“Let’s get my sticky girl bathed and into your jammies. Do you need to peepee? Because I suggest you do it now and not in the bath.”
“But Daddy, I’m a big girl, I can use the potty!” I exclaim,trying to avoid using the diaper and saving myself the humiliation of being changed.
“Absolutely not, you are a little girl, my little girl, and Daddy says you are not ready. Do you need to be held over my knee until you pee?” he says in his serious Daddy voice. Gone is his sweet caring face—it’s replaced with an angry Daddy face who looks like he’s only too happy to follow through with his threat.
I begin to feel worried.How am I going to pee sitting here?This is very new to me, I’ve never peed anywhere except in a toilet. I go for honesty and see how that goes, “Daddy, Roxy is afraid to use the diaper.”
The anger slips from his face and he reaches a hand out to cup my face, “You don’t need to be afraid baby. How about we go turn the taps on in the bathroom for your bath and see if that helps you to relieve your bladder?” he says kindly, like I’m the most precious person in the whole world to him.
“Ok Daddy, I like that idea.” I smile back gratefully, hoping that my bladder cooperates.
Daddy removes my bib, unclasps the tray in front of me from the highchair so I can climb down and then he takes my hand and leads me back upstairs into a family sized bathroom. The first thing I notice is the big bottle of bubble bath and the yellow ducks placed around the edges. “Daddy, you didn’t!” I exclaim. “You spoil me.”
“Anything for my little princess,” he glows back at me. I watch as he turns on the taps, pours strawberry scented bubble bath in and looks back at me. “Is the running water helping sweetheart?”
The running water is absolutely helping, my bladder is about to burst at the seams. This is it, I either break the role play and insist I use the toilet and burst this sweet man’s bubble, or I just pee in the damn diaper. My bladder makes the decision for me and releases to the sound of the splashingwater. Strangely, it’s not as horrendous as I was anticipating. I’m literally standing still, emptying my bladder and no one would be any wiser. I close my eyes in relief at my now empty bladder and then smile proudly up at Daddy.
Delighted, Daddy lifts me up under my armpits and spins me in the air like a small child. “There’s my clever girl. Let’s get you changed and ready for your bath.” Daddy then carries me into the pink room and lays me down gently on the giant changing table. He pulls off each of my socks, then my bloomers and unfastens my nappy. Lifting my legs together in the air exposing my most private parts, he gets a wet wipe and cleans between my folds and around my bottom. I have immediate mixed emotions. It’s not the worst experience I have ever had, it’s just so far outside of my usual existence my body fights my brain to let him do it as part of the fantasy.
Daddy pulls me up to a sitting position and begins to tug the dress up over my arms and head. I sit naked and exposed, my breasts hanging heavy and my pigtails tickling my shoulders almost feeling awkward but that evaporates in the blink of an eye. I feel suddenly horny looking back at the man who has been lovingly taking such good care of me since the moment we met. Staring at him, all I see is an attractive, red-blooded man staring back at me. I’m open and exposed and all I can think about is what this man looks like beneath his clothes and the Daddy persona.
I must be looking at him strangely because he looks back at me in the same way. Gone is the look of cherishment in his eyes, instead fiery heat burns behind his moss green eyes. Looking me up and down, he runs the back of his hands down over my breasts leaving firing nerve endings in his wake. My heart begins to speed up and my breath shortens to shallow pants as I watch and wonder what happens now?
Daddy clears his throat, “Would you mind if we break character so I can make love to you in my bedroom?”
I reply in my normal voice instantly, “I wouldn’t mind one bit.” The sound feels weird rolling off my tongue.
Daddy steps into my open legs on the changing table and there is no Daddy, little girl dynamic now. He is all man, and I am all woman. He cups my head, his beard tickles against my chin as he leans closer and kisses me, our lips connect and the heat between us is electrifying. I don’t know what has changed in the last minute, but it feels like a switch has been flicked and there is no way to turn it back off. I wrap my arms around his head and my legs around his back, drawing him closer to my naked body. His tongue eagerly finds mine and I melt into the moment being consumed by this man as he takes all my breath and leaves me gasping. Breaking our kiss for barely a minute, he leans down, pulling a pigtail aside to kiss down the side of my neck and I groan from the sensations he’s trailing down my body. Coming back to my mouth, he claims it again as our tongues clash in a fevered battle of lust and desire.
Daddy slides his hands under my bottom and picks me up still kissing me and walks us out of the nursery and down the hallway. I break away a little, worried he will slip and I giggle a little as we enter the bathroom first to turn off the taps and then a large navy bedroom with a giant king-size bed in the centre. Walking us around to one side, he climbs on by his knees and lowers me into the centre. Leaning down he continues to kiss me as I begin to pull at his t-shirt, pulling it high and he helps me tug it off. I gasp at what he has been hiding behind it. A well-toned six pack greets my eyes. This man does not have even the slightest of dad bods and I am not sorry about that.
Smirking, but not arrogantly, Daddy says, “Do you like what you see?”
“I’ll like it even more when we get these trousers off you.” I reach for the buttons, and he lets me undo them, together we pull down his trousers over his bum hastily and I tug at his tented boxer shorts so he can remove them at the same time. “It’s only fair I get to see you naked,” I say as his thick cock springs free as Daddy manoeuvres to take them off his legs. We laugh together for a moment as he finally gets them off his feet and I feel the naked weight of him take the air from my lungs as he leans his body down on mine. Sitting heavy between my legs I feel the length of him against my core. Supporting his weight on his forearms to stop him from squishing me, he cages me in with his body and begins to devour my mouth again. I move my hips up against him for some well-placed friction and he groans.
Moving his mouth down my neck he finds one of my breasts and sucks my nipple deep into his mouth and I thrust my chest up for more. Letting go of it, he leans back to my ear and whispers, “I want to watch you come. Play with yourself whilst I play with your body.”
I don’t need to be asked again, I’m not shy to play with myself, I need to come. Daddy moves back down my body and begins sucking on my other nipple as I begin to circle my clit allowing the bubbling sparks of desire to build at my touch.
Letting go of my nipple, Daddy moves to a kneeling position and watches my hand circling my clit and then allows his eyes to roam my body, absorbing every inch of me until his eyes reach mine. When they do, holding my yearning gaze, he leans his right hand between my entrance and gently slides two fingers inside of me, curling them up. The look of pure need in his eyes to see me pleasure myself—as he hits my g-spot head on—has my orgasm shattering around his fingers as he helps me ride out the waves of my climax and I pulse around his fingers.
