Daddy, Take Me Ch. 16

We pulled away and laughed with each other.

"What am I going to do with you, Chloe," he smiled, laughing and spanking my covered ass.

"I...I guess anything you want...daddy. Within reason!" I affirmed, knowing his proclivities for bums!

He shuffled up and grabbed his handkerchief, smirking as he handed it to me. What a gentleman! I lifted myself up, my cum oozing from my abused pussy, and wiped myself. Unsteadily, I stood, my feet a bit wobbly, and I collected my discarded panties, sliding them up my toned legs. Dad couldn't take his eyes off me! I felt desired, sexy, and...his.

"Whew, hmm, dad?" I giggled. "Don't know where that came from...but I'm glad it did!" I laughed, redressing myself, as he tucked his still-firm cock away and zipped his trousers.

I sat on the sofa with him, catching my breath and fixing my hair, opening my dress and gazing at the bite mark he had given me. I shivered at the sight of it, loving how he took me, as much as I took him. We collected the dresses without trying any on, figuring we had better leave before security was called!

We brought the dresses to the checkout, the elegant woman smirking at us. I blushed, but for once, daddy didn't! She carefully tissued and boxed up the dresses, handing the bag to dad. On our way out, we popped into the food hall, entranced by the Conticini pastries, Alain Ducasse chocolates and macarons. We indulged each other and everyone at home, but I was more concerned about getting everything back to London! Dad hailed a taxi and asked the driver to take us on a tour of Paris. We sat comfortably in the back, chatting with the driver and asking questions about where we were. Daddy and I fed each other macarons, as the city slowly swept by us. My fingers kept fiddling with my extravagant necklace, making me feel older and more mature than I probably was.

We made it back late afternoon, and the manager insisted that the staff would see that all the packages would be in our room. We decided on a final drink at Deux Magots before we decided on the evening. I put on my new beret, daddy scoffed and smirked at me, but I think I pulled it off with a certain poise and confidence. We watched the couples, as they walked by, hand in hand, arms around each other and with calm kisses as they walked by. I held dad's hand, knowing that we looked in love as any of those who passed us. We returned to the hotel, languidly walking to the lift and embracing each other for the millionth time today.

All the packages were neatly arranged, as I flopped on the bed. Dad slipped his jacket off and laughed at me. I heard him take his shoes off, as he leaned over and slipped my trainers off. He gingerly pulled my little socks down, rubbing my feet. I moaned as if I was orgasming! God, that feels good! I thought. He worked both feet expertly, methodically, and so damn sexily. I spread my legs, and he laid between them, both hands sliding under my dress as he did so. He laid his tired head on my groin, my hands combing his hair. "Thank you, dad," were the last words I heard, as I slipped into a deep slumber.

I woke an hour later, dad next to me now. He had somehow wrapped the duvet around me, his arms holding me lightly to not wake me.

"Morning, darling," he smirked.

"It had better not be!" I giggled, and leaned over to taste his lips. "Do we have time for a bath before we head out?" I asked, expectantly.

"That's just what I was thinking, Chloe. You're good, you know?" he laughed, as his hands slid under my dress, fingers playing with my bum. He pulled my panties down from the back, my bare butt in his fondling hands.

"You're insatiable, daddy," I giggled. "I now know why my mums encouraged us to go away for a few days!" I laughed. He pinched my ass, telling me to behave. As if, hmm?

We leisurely stripped each other, both of us taking our time unbuttoning and unzipping each other. I cannot explain the heavenly feeling of having your father loosening your bra and slipping it off your shoulders, taking your breast in his mouth, and gently sucking you. Even today, all these twelve years later, that one feeling never fails to stir me. That particular memory will sweep over me at any time, be it at work, during a lecture, or lazing about with my sisters.

As always though, he teased me, building me up, then sliding from the bed with a mean smirk, saying, "Let's go, Chloe," and holding out his hand. I harrumphed him, pouted and followed him to the roll-top bath, stripping my remaining clothes as I did so. He filled the massive bath with scented oils, grabbed the soft washcloths and helped me in. I sat down, my eyes coyly looking up at him, his flaccid cock swaying, as he lifted one leg, then the other and sank down, my legs between his.

"Hi there," he chuckled.

"Hi to you, buster," I smirked back at him. He had dimmed the lights and put on some soft, ambient music; the mood relaxed and seductive. We slowly washed each other, talking and chuckling with one another. "I'm going to miss this, daddy," I sighed.

"Shhh, Little One. There may be times like these to come. Who knows, hmm? Let's wait 'til we get home, but for now, relax and enjoy this moment, okay?" he said, as I shifted around, sliding between his legs and leaning against his chest. I idly stroked his thighs, his cock nestled on my back, as his hands came around and cupped my small mounds. The bath gel had left us both slippery and smelling delicious, as he firmly pulled and tweaked my nipples, his head buried on my shoulder, marking me yet again. His lathery fingers moved down my tummy, slipping between my slick pussy, the tip buried just inside me. I squeezed his thighs, letting him know enough was enough! I shimmied away from him, my bum sliding on the oily bottom of the tub, and I lifted my legs over, lewdly, I must say, and slid back to dad's body. I lifted myself onto his legs, my used cunt open. We brought our heads together, touched and kissed, gently fondling, looking and touching each other. This was perfect, almost better than the lovemaking. Well, almost!

Eventually, we pulled out our pruned bodies from the relaxing bath, dried each other and began preparing ourselves for our last evening. I chose my skimpy lingerie for the evening, daddy keeping a sharp eye on me. I slowly pulled my panties over my soft, still-red bum, forgoing the matching, small bralette. I sat at the sumptuous chair in front of a mirror and coyly handed daddy my hairbrush, my eyebrows arched up, as if to say, "Would you?" Dad knew the gesture by now and began his loving, long strokes of my tresses, our eyes never leaving one another. I was enjoying this little foreplay, his fingers touching my face, my heart beating quicker, as he pampered me. He left me to put the finishing and braided touches and walked to finish dressing. I chose my soiled and marked little black dress, dad smiling when I slipped it on my lithe body.

"What?" I smirked. "Is this...all right?" I purred.

"I think that will definitely do for tonight, Little One," he laughed. I blushed but continued to pull the straps over my shoulders. "Zip me up, dad?" I giggled.

Ever-so-helpfully, he slowly pulled the zip up, his lips kissing my shoulders and then slapping my butt sharply. I handed my new necklace to him, and he kindly wrapped it around my neck, affixing it securely. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, his splattered, dried cum barely noticeable...in the right light, that is! In the right light, it was evident that I had spilt something on the thin, wispy material. I felt so proud; proud that I wearing the object of my dad's desire. I cajoled him into taking a few selfies, ensuring the stains were apparent in a few. I sent the more risqué ones to my mums.

Dad walked from the alcove where he was dressing...and I was stunned. He was wearing the most delicious black, poplin shirt, a light-weight black blazer and somewhat faded jeans. His polished tan brogues finished off the suave yet effortless look. He looked...well, handsome as fuck!

"Uhh...where's my dad? Have you seen him?" I asked him, giggling. "God, dad, you look...spectacular! When did...this all happen?" I asked, my hand sweeping out.

"Well, I figured as I was getting a new wardrobe for our trip, I thought this might work?" he asked, with hesitation.

"Have my mums seen this?" I asked, quizzically.

"Honestly? No. Why? Do you think they'd like it?" he asked, unsure of his choice.

"They'd bloody love it, daddy. I...I've never seen you looking so...so...modern!" I laughed.

"Behave, Chloe. Yeah, I think it suits me, hmm?" he smiled.

"Dad, you look...hot! I mean...fucking hot!" I gasped, and walked to him, touching the fabric of the coat, my fingers sliding along the slightly loose shirt. "You...you surprised me. In a good way, 'kay?" I chuckled. I moved his hair from his forehead, looking again at how wonderful he looked.

"We're going to have fun tonight, hmm?"

"Every night is good with you, Chloe," he sniggered. "Come on...let's go."

He told me to grab my jacket, as the night air was bound to be cooler as the evening went on. I pouted, wanting everyone to see the traces of my father's cum. Still, there would be time later when we finally arrived wherever we were going for the evening.

We made quite the couple as we walked through the lobby, both in shades of black, looking like the power couple we weren't! He took my hand, and we walked hand in hand out the hotel door, the concierge hailing a taxi for us. I couldn't take my eyes or hands off him, as he directed the driver to take us to Montmartre. My hand was firmly on his thigh, as we drove along the lively streets, finally arriving at the place he had chosen. As soon as we walked in, my breath was taken away. The decor, ambience and smells were all intoxicating. I picked up the scent of Asian spices in the small, romantic restaurant. There were only ten tables, but the atmosphere could not have been more dreamy. I suddenly blushed, remembering what I was wearing. I'm sure if daddy thought it was inappropriate, he would have said, so I relaxed as we were taken to our cosy and private table. Dad helped me with my coat, handing it to the maitre d' while I tried to stay composed. Dad held my chair, as we seated ourselves and took a deep breath!

"Have you been here with my mums?" I asked. "This looks...extraordinary."

"No, never, actually. I thought a special meal wouldn't go amiss, hmm? I think we'll like it here," he smiled, and took my hand. The maitre d' came over with two glasses of a Korean Royal champagne, complimentary, of course. We touched glasses and took a sip. There was an unusual taste, but pleasant and refreshing.

Without asking, dad said it was mulberry but with five distinct flavours. I loved it.

"How do you know all these things, hmm?" I asked, taking another sip.

"Your mothers and I love food and trying new things, and we rarely say no to anything new...when it comes to food!" he chuckled.

"I doubt my mums say 'no' to most things," I giggled.

"You'd be surprised, Chloe. We're not the hedonistic throuple you may think we are. We have our moments, certainly, but as our lives have gone on, we've found a certain peace and rhythm in the little things. Sure, we all have our little kinks, but we're pretty normal," he smiled.

"Humph! I seriously doubt that, daddy!" I laughed.

We looked at the menu, mainly Korean and Japanese, but with a distinctly French flair. As quietly as possible, we ate, drank, flirted, and held hands, our fingers lightly touching one another. I realised I was young, but asked him, "How can anyone compare this, daddy? I mean, c'mon, you have the most brilliant life with mums. You're setting the bar pretty high when it comes to romance," I said.

"Chloe...you'll find what works for you...and Maisie, or whoever. This is my way, our way. Everyone's different, and you mustn't compare, Chloe. Find your own way and what works for you, okay?" he said, kindly.

"You and mums are spoiling me, you know? I expect my life to be like this now!" I laughed.

"Then find your way, okay? You can do it, you know. Hopefully, we've influenced David and you for the better, but you need to take what you've learned from us and find your way. You'll be fine, Chloe. We all know that...just relax, breathe and enjoy," he said, somewhat sagely.

I leaned over the table, my arms around his head and kissed him dearly. We slowly indulged in the meal of foie gras dumplings, pigeon and guinea fowl, tabbouleh and beautifully prepared vegetables. Finally, we shared a dessert of roasted apricots with lemongrass in coconut cream with almond tuiles. I opted for another of the delicious champagne cocktails, but daddy had a whisky cocktail with vetiver and patchouli liqueur. Two hours later, we were pleasantly gorged. I didn't want to leave. A creeping sullenness wafted over me, knowing that this was our last night. Daddy knew just from the look on my face and whispered, "Let it go, Chloe. Just enjoy and appreciate the now, okay?" he smiled. Why was he always right, hmm?

Daddy paid the cheque, and we walked out into the cool evening. He took my hand and headed along the cobbled streets, staggering just a bit! He found a comfortable little dance club; again, no surprises there, so we headed in. The doorman found us a table, and dad headed to the bar to grab a few drinks. He returned with a glass of white wine for me and a whisky for himself. We quickly joined the couples on the dance floor, swaying and swinging each other around to the loud but gentle music. God, I loved how my daddy moved; he was so self-assured, nimble and sexy as hell! He pulled me against him in the dim light, my butt firmly on his now-hard shaft. His hand drifted between my deep cleavage, his fingers wispily grazing the sides of my mounds. I quickly turned around, facing him, admonishing him with my eyes. He brought his hands to my waist and held me tight, as we kissed. His hands swept up my black dress, his fingers opening my cleavage, as much as possible and his fingertips skimming over my nipples. From the cut of the dress, I knew all he had to do was shift his hands out, and I would be bare for anyone to see. We kept slow dancing, his fingers still playing with my nipples, daddy unconcerned if anyone was watching. His firm hands moved up and under the flimsy material, his fingers playing with my neck, drifting through my long hair and across my wet, expectant lips. His smirk was maddening, knowing he had me where he wanted; excited, submissive and his.

I quickly slid from his grasp, turning my body and dancing a step or two away. I looked over my shoulder, daddy's eyes plastered to my writhing body and winked. His boyish grin made me smile, as I danced, twirled and shifted just out of his reach. I ran my fingers through my hair and neck and coyly drifted inside my dress, massaging my excited breast. Daddy would subtly sway towards me, but I would deftly move just out of reach, my younger steps too quick for him...or so I thought.

I watched, smiling, as he parried my moves, trapping me against a throng of dancers, and roughly pulled my nubile body to his. He grabbed one of my bum cheeks and pulled me onto his engorged maleness. I laid my head on his chest, moving as one, as I slipped a hand between his jacket and shirt, my fingers feeling his steady chest. He would fling me away without notice, twirling and dancing around me, and I knew I was his prey and played on that.

"You'd take me right here, wouldn't you...daddy?" I huskily moaned to his ear.

He leaned down and whispered, "If it wasn't our last night here...I would," he grinned, and held me against his hardness, his fingers again playing with my dishevelled hair and my bum. I swatted his chest with a flirty laugh, and we danced for another hour. We finally made our way to the lantern-lit, cobbled streets and headed downhill to our hotel. He took my hand in his, as we sauntered along, the spring night air was a bit chilly, but dad's presence warmed me. I always felt a simple intimacy when we held hands rather than when our arms were around each other. I loved how he held my hand tight, knowing our steps would be matched, as we trundled along.

We arrived back at the hotel, dad directed me to the lift. As the door closed, there were no heated, fevered kisses, only the relaxed, passionate embrace of a father and daughter who loved one another.

Daddy casually opened our door, my hand softly stroking his back, as the moonlight filled the room.

"Here, let me get this," I said, as I slid his black blazer from him, laying it on the plush chair. I wrapped my arms around him, my head leaning on his back, and my fingers playfully touched his elegant shirt's buttons. "Thanks for tonight, daddy. You are the most wonderful company, ya know," I murmured.

He turned around, his firm hands lifting me by my tiny ass, as he pushed me against the door. Our lips met in a wild, entangled kiss, as his amazing hands slipped under my dress, resting on my lacy panties, and pushed his urgent groin against mine. I slid below his arms and fell from his manly grip, cheekily grinning and asking him to unzip my LBD. I kicked off my shoes, as I felt his body melt into mine, my fingers behind my back, absently finding his belt and zipper.

I held my hair up, while he slowly unzipped my spoiled dress, his lips finding my shoulders and neck, covering them with kisses like his hands were covering my breasts. I turned towards him again, shimmying my shoulders, so the voile material slipped down my nimble body. Daddy went to embrace me, but I held my hand to his chest and whispered, "Shhh," and gracefully unbuttoned his poplin weave shirt. That didn't stop daddy from holding my hips, his fingers trailing beneath my panties. I slipped the shirt from his chest and threw it on the chair with his jacket, my hands grappling with the rest of his partially undone belt. I turned around and pushed him against the door, his beguiling smile sending little pulses to my pussy.

My breasts were bared to my dad, the cool evening air wafting over my already-raised nipples. My throat moaned, as he leaned down and licked the underside of my proud mounds. His tongue licked around my breast, circling my soft skin and causing another gush of my pussy juices, readying it for his more-than-welcome intrusion. His fingers slid between my swollen lips, my back arching to take him, as he kicked his trousers off. He quickly slid a finger into my wet hole, gently curving upwards, as he penetrated my valley. My legs trembled, knowing I couldn't hold out, and knowing this was the first of, hopefully, many orgasms this night.

Around and around his tongue went, teasingly drawing closer to but avoiding my nipple. I wrapped my arms around his head and humped my hips, feeling my wet cunt against his finger.

"Please, daddy," I whispered. "Please suck it. Suck my nipple." He flattened his tongue and licked it against me, his wet, rough-tongue skimming over my nipple. At the same time, his finger plunged into me, my sap collecting in my silky panties. As he devoured my nipple, the vibrations swooned down my body, my pussy pulsing with desire. He slid another finger easily into my sopping cunt, his thumb pressing deliriously onto my clitty. My hips writhed against his strong fingers, his lips still fastened on my aching nipples. I held his head tight against my proud breasts, rubbing his mouth from one to the other. Daddy's teeth bit down into my breast, the pain flaring through my sensitive tit as he trapped my stiff nipple between his teeth and began to flick at it with his wet tongue so fast that it felt, unlike anything that had ever touched my nipple before.

His mouth moved to my other breast, and his tongue began to swirl around and around. I wrapped my arms around his head, ground my dripping cunt against him, and moaned in pleasure as he teased my body by withholding my pleasure, teasing me as only he ever had. He rubbed his thumb across my wet lips, and I whimpered as his mouth went back and forth from one nub to the other. I pulled his mouth from my mound, looked at his smirk, and came, my body shaking from my imagination and his touch. I held onto his muscular body, daddy was my lifejacket at this point, as I quivered, moaned and shrieked. He held my pert ass in his free hand, his fingers sliding in and almost out of my shameless valley, and we kissed.