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daddy teaching me how to do home chores. holding me by my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder as he watches me.
“no, not like that, kid,” he softly guides me, taking my hands in his,—so much bigger, cold enough to give me shivers, with enough strength to break me, but never daring to,—and showing me exactly how to do what he tells me to. “like this. just like how i'm doing it. go ahead.”
and when i repeat his motions, i can feel him smiling on the side of my neck, before rewarding me by pulling me closer to his chest, pressing tiny, gentle pecks on my pulse point, that melts me into his arms.
“there's my good girl. you listen to me so well, kiddo.”
i grin as i close my eyes, letting him embrace me, never feeling this cared for and coddled with so much love. i can feel how much he's proud of me by the warmth pressing behind me, slowly grinding against my backside, kissing my skin reverently along the curve of my neck to my shoulder, until his lips stop at the collar of my shirt.
“daddy gets so proud of his little girl when she does just what he says,” he murmurs, with that deep, syrupy voice that rings just like a lullaby in my ear, awakening that same tingly feeling that gets me all weak. “my perfect girl. always so good for me.”
he grips my hips with both of his hands, guiding me to sway my rear back to him, rubbing his growing bulge onto me, holding himself back from manhandling me right into place, and taking what the ache in his pants itches for. no, he wants to be gentle, to take care of his precious princess as she deserves. i haven't broken a rule, or teased him, or even back-talked him for the entire day; he is forced to keep it nice and slow, even with his possessiveness screaming to show me just how bad he needs me.
“daddy wants to break you so much, baby,” he confesses with his forehead on my shoulder blades, his voice becoming huskier with the pure willpower that's running through his nerves. “you have no idea, do you, darling?”
i do. i know by the way his fingers flex with restraint, urging to push me down and pin me to the surface, so he can rip these clothes off me and plunge his cock right into me, like an animal who needs to be tamed as soon as possible. i don't want to make him resist me—my whole body is his, and he knows it, i show him every time that i am his property, and he can do anything he likes to me, and i will take it, just like his good girl always would.
so i deliberately grind right back to him, harder, pushing my hips back to hump his erection exactly where i always need it,—softly exhaling a needy sound that only he can pry from me.
“don't hold back, daddy,” i spur on, holding my two hands in front of me to support myself, as my hooded eyes look over my shoulder, meeting his heated, droopy gaze of awe. “i worked so hard for it, dad. i earned it, didn't i?”
he growls a half-warning, half-approving sound to me, before grinding just as hard, tightening his hands on my hips rough enough to push a gasp out of me. “i decide when you have earned it, little girl,” he rasps in my ear, huffing his hot breath to my skin, that gets me soaked up in a second. “and i tell you when you will get it. understood, baby?”
i don't hesitate on nodding to answer him, despite how my body is already trembling to be taken and ruined in his hands. he hums another gruff sound of approval, before he loosens his hands on my hips, stroking them up and down to soothe the harshness away in mercy.
“good. now do it again. show me exactly what daddy has taught you so far.”
and i do. precisely, taking my time, following every single word he spills from his mouth, molding me to be his perfect little daughter that never disobeys her dad, no matter how tempting it is to spark his rage, and let him kiss me with his violence.
good things come to those who wait. and good girls always get their rewards.