Page 37 of Daddy's Orders

Mabel squealed with excitement and joined in, and together they made a map of an imaginary place that resembled Liberty, with a mine and lakes and ancient ruins.

“It’s not quite the same as Liberty, though,” said Mabel thoughtfully. “We’ll have to call it… Bibberty!”

Rip laughed. “What a wonderful name. Okay. Bibberty it is. But there’s something missing.”

Mabel frowned. “There is?”

Rip walked over to his display cabinet and took down a small model tank. He placed it on the floor. “We need a vehicle for these roads.”

Mabel clapped her hands together. “Wait! It’s missing something!”

Rip looked at her questioningly as she picked up the tank and drew a chalky white heart on its side.

Normally, the sight of someone defacing his favorite model tank with something as mawkish as a chalk heart would have caused the bile to rise in his throat. But right now, he didn’t feel angry in the least. He felt moved. And grateful. And closer to his Little girl than ever.

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“You’re going soft, Daddy,” said Mabel as they climbed into bed. It was the first time she’d lain in bed next to her Daddy, and it felt so cozy and warm and special. “Letting me draw hearts on all your kitchen cupboards and your army toys.”

“They’re not toys,” said Rip, playfully pinching her arm. “They’re collectors’ items. To-scale models of real military vehicles for reenacting real battles.”

“That sounds a lot like toys to me,” Mabel said, smiling up at him.

Rip sighed. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe Iamgoing soft. I feel like I’m letting go of… something. And yet, it doesn’t feel bad at all. It feels good.”

“I know what you mean,” said Mabel, snuggling up to him. His torso felt so strong and muscular. She suddenly felt as though every night she’d ever spent apart from him had been a night wasted. How had she slept alone all these years? People were meant to sleep beside people. Listening to the sounds of each other’s breath. Hearts beating in synchronicity with one another.

“You feel like you’re letting go too?”

“Yeah,” Mabel said quietly. She didn’t feel brave enough to elaborate on this out loud, but she was starting to wonder if she reallywasa Domme at all. All her life, she had tried to take control in the bedroom. But maybe that was just because the guys she’d dated previously were all wrong. That’s partly the reason she was still a virgin. Nothing had ever felt good enough to her to carry on with. To go all the way. With Rip, she had felt ready to lose her virginity almost the second they’d first touched.

“You okay, babygirl?”

“Mm-hmmm. Just thinking about…couplingwith you, Daddy.”

“Well, how about that? I’m thinking about coupling with you, too.”

“It won’t hurt will it, Daddy?” she asked, surprising herself with the question.

Rip pulled away for a moment and looked at her. “Sweetheart, are you still a virgin?”

Mabel swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Oh, darling, I had no idea. If I’d known, I would have taken things slower—”

“No,” Mabel blurted. “I don’t want to take things slower. And I don’t want them gentler or softer or with more rose petals. I want it the way you’re giving it to me, Daddy. I want it to be just the way it is.”

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Rip’s lips met hers, and he kissed her long and deep, his tongue caressing hers with urgency. She felt his cock harden against her stomach, and she pressed herself up against it, pushing her pubic bone against its hardness.

What was it about this man that she liked so much? On paper, he was so wrong for her. So controlling and stern. But when she was with him, her pussy did cartwheels. She wanted him to do very bad things to her. She wanted him to crush her with his cock, to pound her into submission.

And yet…

She didn’t recognize herself like this. It was scary.

Could she really let herself be crushed by a man?

Fighting against the urge to submit completely, she pushed Rip onto his back, straddling him. As he started to protest, she covered his mouth with one hand, and grabbed his cock with the other, causing it to instantly harden. She guided it between her legs…

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