Daddy and Little One Ch. 18

"She just walked up to Robert and asked him what she had to do to get a string of pearls. He tells her, 'Tonight only, it's just a smile'. She gave him the silliest grin you ever saw. That was all it took. He goes to hand her a strand, she reached for them, and Robert squeezes her hand and holds it. He's sitting there staring into her eyes with that smile of his and she just goes blank for second. Then she says, 'What do I have to do for all those beads?' I thought to myself, little girl, you don't know what you're getting into.

Robert stood up and whispered in her ear, she gives him that silly grin one more time and the last I see of them, they're walking across the dance floor and get lost in the crowd."

Little One could see the whole scene in her head. She knew exactly the smile and the tone of voice. She looked in the mirror and imagined the fleecy bra and thong were covered in Maribou feathers. She pulled the panties off, still wanting to look disinterested in Evangeline's story, but in her mind, all she could see was the pearl girl walking with her hand in Daddy's. Little One wondered what Daddy was doing. How did Vangie know what pearl girl was getting into?

She was beginning to think modeling would not be as much fun as she imagined. She wished Daddy would walk in the room. He would whisper something in her ear, and Vangie and Cloey could watch them walk out together.

"Later, I had to pee so bad my teeth were floating. All I wanted was quiet place to sit for a few minutes, so I went back to the suite. I thought I was alone, but, Robert had brought her upstairs. Oh my God, you wouldn't believe the noise this girl was making. I just had to see what he was doing to her. I cracked the door open, just enough to peek in.

There were feathers all over the floor. He had her on her knees in the middle of the bed, tied to the headboard with strands of pearls. She was wrapped in pearls from her wrists to her elbows, pearls hanging from her neck, pearls around her waist, pearls wrapped around her ankles, pearls everywhere. Her arms were stretched tight, with her tits flat against the bed, and the best part," Vangie paused for the dramatic effect. "Robert had her head pulled back with a strand in her mouth like a bridle and he was pounding her ass like he was beating an old rug and we know what that's like." Little One's mouth dropped open. She suddenly realized, Vangie and Cloey were Daddy's lovers.

"I can't believe I missed this," Cloey cried. "Did he slap her ass and say, keep your eyes on mine. I want to see your face!"

Little One had heard as much as she could stand. She grabbed her dress off the hook and ran through the door, pulling it over her head as she entered the hall and slid against the wall, blind and off balance until she could see again. She wanted to run, but the heels were awkward enough just to walk this fast.

Daddy and Saleslady were standing at the long table to the right of Daddy's desk, looking through a large portfolio when Little One burst through the door.

"Daddy", she cried, "I can't do this. I'm not doing the show." Saleslady stepped behind Little One.

"Sir," she said quietly, "We can continue this later." Saleslady slipped through the door and let it close quietly. Little One pulled her lips tight across her teeth and turned her head.

"Little One", Daddy asked, "What do you mean? You have made a commitment." Little One could feel her pulse beating behind her ears. She swallowed and tried to look into his eyes, but couldn't stand Daddy's disapproval. "Look at me, Little One. What is the matter?" Daddy took her lower jaw in his hand and turned her stricken face up to him. She pulled back and turned away. "Look at me. I want to see your face," Daddy barked.

Little One suddenly felt the pounding in her ears turn hot. She jerked loose from his grip and stepped away from him. Daddy had never seen this expression on her face. She stood before him like a cat with her shoulders raised and fists clenched.

"Daddy!" she spat, "Have you fucked every woman you ever met?" Daddy's brow furrowed as he tried to understand her outburst.

"Little One," he said quietly, "What are you talking about? Why are you so angry?"

"Why am I angry? What do you think? You bring me to this place and every woman acts like I'm your new toy, if they even act like I'm here at all. You're here all day long with them. I don't know what you do."

Daddy took a deep breath and leaned back on the table. Little One looked up at him after a moment to see his calm face looking back at her. A slight smile curled his lips. Little One was torn for a moment, his smile made her want to either cry in frustration or scream again in anger, she could not decide which.

"No, Little One," Daddy said calmly. "You don't know what I do all day long." He paused for a moment and watched her shoulders slowly drop and he could tell she was listening to him. "Let's talk about what you do know." Daddy held his hand out to her and she felt the anger slip away, to be replaced by confusion. Little One reflexively stepped closer and he pulled her to his chest. "What has upset you, Little One?" he whispered. Little One closed her eyes and fought tears.

"Those women," Little One choked, "How do they know the things you say to me?"

"Those women?" Daddy asked. He thought for a moment. "Ah, Vangie and Cloey. That was a long time ago, before I met you. I'm sure they have heard me say a lot of things."

Little One pressed her face to Daddy's shirt and let a single sob escape her throat. The pounding in her ears began to slow and fade, until all she could hear was the steady slow drum of Daddy's heart. Daddy stroked her hair and rocked her in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered. "I shouldn't have yelled at you. I just feel so bad." Little One pressed her hands against his chest and pushed away, looking up at his face. "Daddy, am I your toy?" Little One's bottom lip curled in between her teeth and her eyebrows nearly touched. Daddy smiled and put his fingers to her forehead, smoothing the wrinkles.

"It would be easy for someone to think you are, Little One," he replied. "It might be easy for you to feel like one at times." Daddy paused and brushed the hair from her eyes. Little One could feel the tension in her neck relax as his hand stroked her head. "It's been a very long time since I played with toys." Daddy's voice became soft and low. His fingers slipped under her hair and rubbed the back of her neck. "Little One, you have heard things Vangie and Cloey will never hear." Little One's eyes opened wide and she tilted her head slightly.

"What have they never heard, Daddy?" Little One asked. She could not help lower her head and look at him though her eyelashes.

"Neither of them has ever heard me say I love you. They never will." Little One's eyes opened wide. "What do I do all day long? I think about you. I wake up every morning and your naked body is pressed to mine and my cock is hard. I don't know how I ever get out of bed. I'm talking on the phone, and all I can think of is biting the back of your neck." Little One felt a shiver run down her back. "I try to read a contract and I think of you, bending over, wearing nothing but my shirt, your sweet little pussy, peeking at me. My cock gets hard and I can't think about anything but coming home to you. If you were here all day, I would never get anything done." Little One smiled and bit her lower lip. She could feel a warm feeling deep in her belly start to build. It always started when Daddy talked soft and low.

"Daddy," Little One moaned, dragging the second syllable out with a sigh, "What would happen if I were here everyday." Little One's fingers started to work the buttons of Daddy's shirt loose, pulling it from his pants and tugging at the belt. "Would it be hard for you to work?" She pressed her hand to the front of his pants and squeezed his cock through the cloth. "Or just hard?" Daddy ran his finger tip across her lower lip and she pulled it in her mouth, sucking and raking her teeth over the knuckle. Now a shiver ran down his spine. He put his hands on Little One's hips and gathered her dress, pulling it up to find her panties missing, her bare ass under his hands and pulled her to him.

Little One pressed her nose into Daddy's chest hair and slipped her hand inside his pants, working them down to expose his cock. She kissed his throat and up under his chin as she felt Daddy lift her off the floor and turn to set her down on the table edge. Little One wrapped her fingers in Daddy's collar, pulled her feet up and caught her heels on the table edge. Daddy pulled her to him and she felt his cock press against her slit. Little One arched her back for the perfect angle and felt the head part her pussy lips and slide deep inside. Daddy leaned back to balance the pull on his shirt and began to thrust into her in slow steady strokes.

"You won't get any work done this way, Daddy," Little One giggled. Daddy rocked on his feet, and began to pump harder, pushing her back on the table. Little One pushed with her feet to raise her ass and meet Daddy's cock as he drove into her. Daddy's eyes were half closed. Little One knew this look very well. Daddy was lost in the pleasure, unaware of anything except her pussy, squeezing his cock as she bore down, holding him tight.

She leaned back hanging on her arms, concentrating on Daddy's cock when the office door opened. Little One looked past Daddy to see Vangie and Cloey standing in the doorway, mouths open, shocked by a sight that had been very familiar in another time. Daddy's shirt tail was pulled up, exposing his hard ass and his pants were at his knees, revealing the muscled thighs that pumped his cock faster and faster, slamming into Little One's pussy.

Little One grinned at the two women, her teeth bared as she tightened the grip on Daddy's cock in rapid spasms, knowing this was more than Daddy could bear. Vangie and Cloey stood frozen as they heard Daddy's growl become a roar. He wrapped his arms around Little One and squeezed her to his chest, picking her up off the table, grinding his cock into her pussy. Little One could just barely see over Daddy's shoulder, staring at the two women, who had not moved a muscle. Daddy relaxed a bit and set Little One back down on the table, with his head resting on her shoulder. Little One watched the door close quietly as she stroked the back of Daddy's neck.

"I like spending the day here, Daddy," she whispered.