Daddy and Little One Ch. 20

The two couples sat in the flicker of the gas lights for about an hour as the cigars burned down. Michael did not say much. Daddy continued to talk to Tina about her art. Little One was content to listen to Daddy speak. She studied Michael for reactions to the conversation, aware he and Daddy were engaged in some kind of dance, with Michael wanting more money, and Daddy holding the purse tight. Finally Daddy set the short cigar butt in the ashtray and looked at his guests.

"It is late and I have to be up early tomorrow," he announced. "Little One, would you please show Tina her room and make sure she is comfortable. Michael knows his way around the house. Goodnight Tina. It has been very nice to meet you." Little One stood up and he bent over and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"I'll be up in a few minutes, Daddy," she whispered.

Little One pulled her dress off and carefully hung it in her closet. Even though she now slept with Daddy every night, she always dressed in her own bedroom. She felt as if her bedroom and especially the bathroom was her personal domain. Daddy had given her many things, but the thing she valued above all, was her private space to dress, bathe and pee without six other girls at her elbows. Little One pulled her black silk robe over her shoulders and tied the belt loosely. She was only stepping across the hall, but Daddy would not be pleased to see her walking around naked with Michael someplace near. She had put the robe in the guest room, just in case Michael felt the same way about Tina.

Little One closed the door behind her. She had never seen this door shut before, but with guests in the house, it seemed natural. Daddy sat in the chair by the bed, untying his shoes. Little One was about to pull her robe off and hang it in the closet when she heard a soft knock on the door. The closed door was quite strange to her, but someone knocking on it was even stranger. She looked at Daddy, who recognized her puzzlement and smiled.

"See who it is, Little One," he said. Little One did not move for a moment. The late hour and the wine made her slow to react. It had not occurred to her the knock meant someone was waiting outside the door.

She opened the door to see Tina standing in the hall, wearing the silk robe Little One left for her. It was similar to the one Little One wore and just like Little One, it was plain she was naked under the robe. Tina's lips were drawn tight, but when she saw Daddy she forced a smile. Tina kept her eyes on Daddy as though she were avoiding looking at Little One.

"Sir," Tina said and then paused. There was a slight tremor in her voice. "May I speak with you?"

"Please come in, Tina," Daddy answered. Little One was more puzzled than before, but Daddy seemed to understand what was happening. Tina walked past Little One and knelt on the floor before Daddy.

"Sir," she began, with the same trembling voice, "Thank you for having me in your house." Little One stood by the door and studied Tina carefully. The fatigue and the wine wore off quickly. Tina looked up to Daddy with her hands flat against her thighs. Daddy smiled gently and his eyes shifted to Little One, which relieved her, a small amount, but not enough to make her feel comfortable. Tina seemed to be having too much trouble for a simple thank you.

"You are welcome. Little One and I have enjoyed your company, "Daddy replied. Tina took a deep breath and crossed her hands over her lap.

"Sir, may I suck your cock?" she said in short clipped sounds. Little One's mouth dropped open. Her first thought was to grab Tina's hair and pull her over backwards and out the door, but she felt her arm rise to slap Tina across the ear. Daddy raised his hand and Little One stopped with her arm extended. "I will also serve Little One in the same fashion, if it pleases you." Little One dropped her hand back to her side. Daddy lowered his hand also and his smile became a little broader. Little One wondered where Michael was at this moment.

"Tina," Daddy said softly. "Tell Michael, Little One and I appreciate his kind offer, but we must decline. I am sure he understands." Now Tina's mouth dropped open as her neck turned red and the color spread over her cheeks. Little One could tell, she did not expect to be refused. For a moment a vision of the three of them naked passed through her mind, but it stopped cold when she thought of Tina touching Daddy's cock.

Tina rose slowly and bowed her head. She would not look at Daddy.

"Thank you," she whispered and turned to face the door. She was trying not to cry and the distress on her face almost made Little One cry. Little One slammed the door shut with enough force to make paintings on the wall rattle.

"Daddy," she said through her clenched teeth, "what was that all about? She comes in here and asks to suck your cock like its nothing. Is she crazy? I want her out of here!" Daddy studied Little One for a moment and held out his hand. Little One took his hand and slid onto his lap.

"You shouldn't blame Tina for this," Daddy said softly. Little One looked into his eyes, but kept her teeth clenched behind tight lips. Daddy had seen this look before when Little One was trying to control her temper. "Michael sent her to do this." Little One's face quickly shifted from anger to confusion again.

"Why would he do that? Is he crazy?" she asked.

"This maybe hard to understand, but Michael likes to humiliate women. He finds women who like to be humiliated," Daddy explained. Little One bit her bottom lip and absorbed this thought slowly.

"She must think I hate her now, doesn't she?" Little One said quietly. "I need to talk to her, Daddy. Should I go find her?"

"If you want to talk to her, go ahead," Daddy answered. "If she is with Michael, wait until the morning."

Thank you, Daddy," Little One said as she slipped off his lap, pulled her robe tight and opened the door. She turned back to Daddy and smiled. "I won't be long."

Little One heard Tina crying in the kitchen. She stepped quietly down the steps and heard the door to the courtyard open. Little One could see Tina through the French doors and slipped through the door behind her. A cigarette lighter flared in the dark and illuminated Michaels face. Little One stepped back against the wall in the shadow of the column and stood still, hoping to not be noticed. Tina stood in the center of the courtyard and Michael approached her, drawing on his cigarette. He tugged at her belt, pulling it loose and pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to her ankles. A thick bush of dark pubic hair glowed under the gas lamps and the curve of her ass was yellow against the dark background. Tina crossed her arms under her breasts.

"You weren't gone very long," Michael said tersely. "What happened?"

"He said to thank you, but no," Tina replied. Little One could barely hear her voice. Michael held the cigarette up to Tina's lips.

"Take a drag," he said.

"No, please. I don't like it," Tina said. Michael pressed it against her lips again. Tina sucked the smoke into her mouth. Michael kept the cigarette tight to her face until she had to inhale and started coughing.

"You worthless slut," Michael sneered. "You can't even suck a cigarette. What made you think you could suck a cock?" Michael drew smoke deep into his lungs and exhaled in her face. Tina's eyes watered as she tried to stifle her cough.

"I'm sorry Michael," Tina cried. "I tried." Michael bent down, close to her face.

"Did you offer to eat her cunt, too?" he asked. Little One felt a shudder in her chest.

"Yes, just like you said," she replied. Tina rubbed her eyes and sniffed.

"You are not even a good slut," Michael said, almost with a laugh. "Why would a man like Robert put his cock in your mouth, or trust his girl toy's cunt with your tongue?" Michael paused for a moment and took another deep drag on his cigarette. "I know what you need." Tina raised her head, but didn't speak. "I think its time for a thumbscrew."

"Michael, please, no," Tina pleaded.

Little One put her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. Her first thought was to run to Daddy and tell him what Michael was doing, but the sight of Tina standing naked in the dim light before the tall fully dressed man held her there. Tina showed no resistance to Michael's harsh words or even cigarette smoke in her eyes. She could not imagine Daddy doing this to her, or how she would react if a man did treat her this way. Half of her mind wanted Daddy to come looking for her and stop this bizarre show, the other half was fascinated and could not turn away.

Michael tossed the cigarette to the ground and ran his fingers through Tina's hair, bringing his fingertips to the back of her neck and his thumbs just under her ears, pressing against the jaw muscle. Tina made a sharp gasp and her mouth sprang open.

"Please, Michael," she tried to say, but could only make a high pitched squeal.

"Be quiet!" he answered. "Your mouth's not open for you to talk." Tina sank to her knees and Michaels tone suddenly turned gentle. "This is what you need. When nobody wants your mouth, when nobody wants you, you know I'll take you."

Tina reached up and tugged on Michael's waist band with both hands and pulled at the snap, working it loose. She jerked his pants and shorts down around his thighs, exposing his cock. Little One was surprised to see it was not fully erect. Tina wrapped her fingers around his cock and vigorously milked it, pulling the skin over the head and stretching it towards her open mouth. Michael's cock grew in her fist, filling her hand and spreading her fingers as they slipped over the head.

"You wanted him to say yes. You can't lie to me. I know you. You want that rich bastard in your mouth." Michael released her jaw, but twisted his fingers in her hair to turn her eyes up to him. "Say it, you little slut." Tina inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.

"I wanted to suck his cock," she groaned.

Little One felt her heart beat faster and she was afraid Michael would hear her breath. Michael tilted his head back and a moan escaped his mouth. The lights showed Michael's silhouette and Little One saw how much he looked like Daddy. Except for the beard, in this light, he could be Daddy.

Little One suddenly saw herself on the ground in front of him. She shook her head to push the image from her mind but it was quickly replaced by the feeling of Daddy's cock pressing deep into her mouth. Daddy's strong hands held her head when she sucked his cock, but he was never so mean or hateful. She felt her own mouth open slowly and her lips curl over her teeth. Michael looked down and pulled Tina closer to him. He forced her jaw open again and teased her, letting the head of his cock rub her lips and slide across her cheek. Tina squealed as Michael turned her head straight and speared his cock into her gaping mouth. The squeal stopped suddenly with a wet slap as his cock pushed into her throat and became guttural groans between quick hisses and gags. Michael kept his thumbs pressed tight to her head, forcing his cock into her in a slow deliberate rhythm. Tina's body became fluid, her arms limply flopping back as Michael thrust harder and faster.

"That's it, Tina. You can't have Robert's cock. You have to settle for mine. Well, you stupid slut, do you feel like you settled?"

The speed increased with each stroke until Michael tucked his chin against his chest and slammed Tina against his stomach. He held her tight, his hips jerking in rapid spasms. He kept his thumbs pressed tight to Tina's head and rocked her head from side to side, rubbing her chin against his scrotum as his cock pumped in her throat.

Little One slumped against the wall, one hand over her open mouth and the other cupping her vulva through her robe. She tried to stay perfectly still, but both hands trembled. Michael seemed frozen for a moment and she thought this was her chance to escape unnoticed, but her legs would not respond. Michael opened his mouth for a slow lazy yawn and released Tina from his grip. He staggered back a step as his cock slid from her mouth and she slumped slowly to the rough tile and settled into a loose fetal position. Michael sat down in a chair, his pants still loose and his cock exposed. Tina made a few choking noises and began to whimper. The whimper became a soft sob as Tina tried to shift to a less uncomfortable position. Little One finally felt control over her feet and stepped towards the door, but stopped when Michael leaned down and reached for Tina's hand.

Little One stared as he pulled Tina to her knees and she put her hands on his thighs. She tried to nuzzle his soft cock but Michael pulled her up onto his lap and tucked her head against his neck. Daddy had held Little One exactly like this, many times. Little One turned and ran through the door and into the house, not caring if she was seen or heard.

Little One gathered her robe above her knees and ran up the stairs. At the top of the stairs she could hear her pulse beating in her ears and had to lean on the rail to catch her breath. Daddy stood by the window which overlooking the courtyard and she realized he had watched, just as she had. Little One closed the bedroom door as quietly as she could and stood there, her hand still on the door knob. He turned slightly and the bedside lamp showed his cock in perfect profile. It was almost horizontal, but not fully erect. Little One swallowed and took a breath. Even their cocks look alike, she thought.

He waited for Little One to speak, but she only stepped closer to the bed, her mouth half open and her bottom lip pulled tight. Daddy held his hand out to her.

"Come here," he said softly. Little One took a deep breath and looked back at the door as if she expected Tina to knock again.

"Daddy, Michael is a bastard!" she spit.

"I know what he is," Daddy said softly.

"Why was he so rough and mean to her?" she cried softly. Daddy sighed. He had been standing by the window, wondering if Little One had seen Michael and Tina's performance. Michael knew he was in full view of the bedroom window. Little One looked at Daddy's cock again. The lamp made it cast a shadow twice its size. She felt phantom hands curve around her head and pounding pulse returned to her ears.

"I have to pee," she said and dashed into Daddy's bathroom. She gathered her robe around her waist and sat down. Nothing happened and after a moment she thought, I don't have to pee, why am I hiding in here. Little One tore a square of paper off the roll and folded it carefully. She moaned when she pressed it to herself. Cream soaked the paper and wet her fingers. She looked down, shocked to see her lips swollen and rosy pink. What is happening, she wondered. Little One wiped her fingers on more paper and flushed it. She found Daddy lying on the bed, one knee raised and his penis lying across his thigh. Little One pulled the belt of her robe loose, shrugged her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her hand reflexively covered her mound.

Daddy his hand out to her and she climbed into bed, settling down on top of him. Instead of putting her head on his shoulder with her lips against his neck as he expected, Little One slid down and pressed her face to his chest, curling her fingers in the hair and clamping her knees against his hips. Daddy felt a shiver run through her body. He pulled the sheet over them and stretched to turn off the lamp. Little One fumbled in the dark and pulled the sheet over her head and pressed it to Daddy's collar bone. He folded his arms over her shoulders and held her, his fingers caressing her through the sheet.

"What is wrong, Little One," he said softly. Little One rubbed her nose in his chest and kissed him. A muffled voice came from under the sheet.

"He was so mean to her, Daddy," she said. "He said horrible things about her, and me and you, too. He was so rough. I wanted you to come stop him, but I couldn't stop watching."

"I know," Daddy answered. "It's like that sometimes. We see bad things happen, but still want to see how it ends." Little One's fingers pulled tight in his chest hair.

"Please don't ever do that to me. Daddy," Little One whispered. Daddy's arms clamped down, pressing her tight against him.

"You know I would never do anything like that to you, Little One," he answered.

"I hated it, Daddy," she moaned, "but I liked it too."

"What did you like?" Daddy asked. He loosened his grip on her to let her breathe.

"I don't know. I'm not sure," Little One answered. "Tina was naked, she begged him not to, but she didn't fight. He fucked her mouth so hard and talked so mean. I was scared, but I wanted to touch my pussy." Little One felt Daddy's cock move under her. "I wanted to close my eyes, but even if I did, I could still hear them. Michael was saying horrible things about you and me and Tina was choking on his cock. Every time she gagged, I felt it in my, eww." Little One curled her fingers in his chest hair and pressed her forehead into his fur, trying to scrub the image form her mind.

"We can't help what we like, or what we want, Little One," Daddy said. "Only what we do. Tell me what scared you."

Little One shifted a little and his cock pulled itself straight under her. She could feel its heat against her belly. Little One thought for a moment before answering. The weight of his arms over her shoulders and his fingers slowly stroking her shoulder blades was becoming a distraction.

"I saw you doing it me, Daddy," Little One whispered. "I couldn't stop you. I don't want to be like Tina. I don't want you to be like Michael."

"I am not Michael and you are not Tina. That is what they do. Michael likes to treat women that way and Tina might want it, I don't know, but I'm sure it's not the first time this happened." Daddy's arms tightened around her and his fingers curled into fists. "We are not Michael and Tina. Nothing like that is going to happen."

The air under the sheet was hot and thick with Daddy's smell. It was rich and musky mix of sweat and his cologne. Little One squirmed against his cock and heard a growl from deep in his chest. She rubbed her belly against his cock again and suddenly the air stifled her and it was too hot to stay under the sheet.

She rose up on her arms and the fresh air chilled the thin layer of sweat which coated her breasts, filling her nipples so quickly she could feel the skin pull tight. Little One's neck went slack and she dragged her hair across Daddy's face. She whipped her head back, fanning her hair through the dark and dropped her open mouth to his, sealing their mouths and grinding her lips against his. She broke the kiss and hooked the corner of mouth with her tongue, tugging until it slipped loose and licked across his cheekbone and over his ear. All the smells and tastes of the evening coated her tongue, lime, spice, brandy, cigars and Daddy, most of all, the smell and taste of Daddy. Little One put her mouth to his ear.

"I know what I want," she said, loud enough to make his shoulders flinch. "I want you inside me. I want you on top of me."

Daddy's hands clamped her ribs, lifted her off his stomach like a doll and rolled on his side, to pull her flat against his chest, her head resting on his arm. Little One kissed along his shoulder and onto his arm. Salt coated her lips and she ran her tongue flat over his bicep. Daddy's scent was strong in her lungs. She opened her mouth wide and bit, sucking the skin between her teeth, biting down on the muscle. Daddy's arm flexed and popped from her mouth, leaving her to nip at the hardened mass. Daddy pushed Little One on her back and rolled on top of her, pinning her wrists to the pillow over her head. He arched his back, released her wrists and planted his hands on the bed. Little One pressed her hands to his ribs, feeling the muscles flex as he bridged over her, letting his cock spring forward, dragging over her swollen pussy lips. She slid her hands between them and wrapped her fingers over his cock, bending it down to her slit.