Bambi loves Daddy

8 PM on the couch flipping between channels, Daddy stuffs his with his broad palmed hand up my tiny crop top, caressing my tender, aching breasts he whispers in my ear, "Little Bambi, my baby girl." Pushing me into the subspace that is floating nearby.

"Yes, Daddy?" I ask in my best breathless baby girl voice. I have so little time to use my brain outside of work since I moved in with Daddy, I am sitting between his strong legs, laying against his chest while he plays with my body, a position that makes me feel so safe and beautiful and willing to accept almost any terms he can think of. Usually, he takes advantage of my submission to prompt filthy things to do for him later, like being on my knees when he gets home on a particular day or letting him brush his fingers against my pussy during dinner at his favorite restaurant.

Today however, Daddy lets me know next quarter at work is going to be difficult, impossible deadlines, angry bosses. He asks me to be extra good for him and be patient with his lack of energy. As he is speaking, he spreads my legs wider and presses his well-shaped fingers against my frilly panties making me squirm a little. "Did you hear me, baby?" delicate t-shirt fabric be damned, he pushes the hand massaging my tit through the neck opening and presses the flat of his palm against my throat, carefully resting his fingers on the sides of my neck.

The floaty feeling is still potent, but I feel a little pit in my stomach that is entirely new. Instead of setting down the remote, I clutch it harder, flipping through channels with feigned determination. To my surprise Daddy slaps my cunt and gently grabs my throat. "Bambi, did you hear me?" His lips against my cheek. "Yes, Daddy.' I say, feeling and sounding like a repentant schoolgirl. Daddy lets go of my throat, removes his hand from my top and pushes my body in to the arm that was caressing my pussy until he can look me in the eye. "What did I say, Bambi girl?" I am out of breath, feeling perfectly empty but a little sad and very angry. "Daddy will be busy next quarter." Daddy kisses the side of my head and repositions my body to be in his embrace again. "Good girl." His fingers curling and uncurling against my panties. 'And, what am I asking of you?" I am so eager for his touch, I put the remote aside and guide his hand to my wet cunt. Daddy chuckles a bit and clamps his hand over my clothed wet spot, pushing deliciously against my opening. "Baby girl, repeat after me; I will be patient." I sigh and writhe against his uncooperative hands, so evil of Daddy to ask me to submit to anything other than his will. I curse his bosses, I curse his job, I curse money, I curse the unequal distribution of wealth, I curse anything at all that distracts him from me.

Feeling unusually defiant I move my hips to rub myself against his firm hand. He lets me rotate and grind and grow even wetter, more desperate, before grabbing my face and lifting his hand away. I whine and hump the empty air. Daddy has no mercy "Repeat after me Bambi, I will love Daddy and I will be patient." I gasp with my eyes closed, hopelessly horny and fighting the desire to resist his request. "I will love Daddy and I will be patient." His legs and arms close around me, enveloping me with his body, his kisses on my hair and face feel so very sweet. "Good girl, Bambi."

As the TV continues to play some insipid court drama, Daddy spreads my legs again, walking me through his actions with his voice, knowing his humming, buzzing approval puts me right back where we liked to be, being so very good and still for Daddy as he plays with both of my tits, grabbing them firmly at the base and slowly working his way down to the nipples in a milking motion that drives me crazy. He keeps giving me pleased little kisses, which is unusual, most of the time Daddy is focused on the surroundings, training himself to please me while being perfectly aware. In his hands, the deep ache in my tits stands no chance to survive his practiced motions.

Daddy agreed to massage my tits the at same time every day. Before long I am arching my back and feeling my wetness of my cunt trickle down between my cheeks. The pleasure of his hands working my body, leaning against his muscular chest, smelling his beautiful musky smell is driving me wild. I loved how reliably he took to the task of massaging, one evening I worked overtime and Daddy showed up without warning, insisting on a very late lunch. A perfect gentleman on the surface, he charmed my boss. He made sure to look back and wave at her as we were getting in the car. Instead of taking me to a restaurant or home, he pulled up to a nearby park, told me to get in the backseat and undid my sensible blouse, hooked his finger in my soft bra and licked my nipple with the flat of his tongue until I was sighing. He grabbed both my tits and massaged them with dedication, out in the open where any curious bystander could see

"Bambi girl," He calls me back to the present while slowly sliding one of his hands in my panties. "Tell me again." His fingers spread across my puffed-up labia, pressing against the meat of my pussy and pulling up, jerking my clit so slowly it is agony. "What will you do in the upcoming time?" His fingers slide back down releasing pressure. He grabs my tit and pinches my very sensitive nipple harder until I relent "I will love Daddy and I will be patient." Daddy stuffs a thick finger in my cunt. "Again." I clamp down desperately on his digit and whine loudly "Love Daddy and be patient." Daddy laughs and removes his hand from my panties, wetting his fingers with his tongue, tasting the wetness already there. "Good girl, good baby girl. So tasty, baby." A little smile spreads on my face, so proud I am pleasing him despite my anger. His fingers stuffed back in my panties, on my cunt, slowly rubbing my clit. "Oh fuck, Baby girl, you're so swollen." I feel his cock stiffen against my back. I moved my hips in time with his fingers who, despite all his teasing only lightly tickles my clit. "Daddy, please." I gasp, writhing below his touch, abandoning all inhibitions. Daddy responds as if oblivious to my absolute agony, "Tell me again, Bambi, tell Daddy what he wants to hear." His finger dips deeper and caresses the length of my clit, causing a deep, pleasurable wave and desperate moan. "Tell me, girl, tell me what Daddy wants to hear.' Each time he caresses me I writhe and cry, three strokes deep he stops, leaving me gasping. Daddy clamps his free hand across my mouth, the way he usually does when I get very loud. "Will you be a good girl and be patient for Daddy?" I am out of breath, so wet I am sure I am staining the couch, his hard cock twitching against my back. I nod obediently, he undoes his grasp and I let my pride go, "I will be a good girl, love Daddy and be patient."

Daddy pushes me on my side, then my back, legs in the air. He wrenches away my panties, I am sure I hear a tearing sound. "Good girl." He keeps saying, sounding very grateful, sounding relieved. He crawls down to my cunt, his tongue slips between my lips, circling my clit, his tongue flat against my pussy, finger tickling my opening, playing with my wetness. Lapping against my wet cunt, pinching my clit, rolling so slowly I make beastly sounds. Finally, using the flat of his tongue and the suction of his lips he pulls my hard little clit into his mouth completely and sucks while humming in such a satisfied manner I cum in a long, thrashing scream as the remote slides off the couch and falls to the floor, completely forgotten.