Daddy's Girl

An eBook By Victoria Manley.

The next hour was spent talking, sharing cake and coffee, laughing and getting to know each other. He learned that she was 28, divorced with no children, had been an only child, but had been a good kid, so had never needed a spanking. Her father had died in an automobile accident when she was just a toddler, so she never really knew him, and was raised in a small town by her mother and aunt. She worked as a sales representative for an advertising agency and was in and out of the office frequently. Jon liked her petite, slender body, shoulder length dark hair and large, doe-like brown eyes ... it gave her an almost childlike appearance.

She learned that he had had many women in his life but had never married, never finding the woman of his dreams. He was 20 years older than she was, but didn't look it by any means. The white of his thick hair was the only give-away to his age, for his blue eyes were bright and his body was trim. He was six foot tall, towering over her 5'2" frame, with a dignified and distinguished aura about him. His face was clean-shaven, except for a white pencil thin mustache above his lips. He worked from his home, working in sales also, but for a major corporation based in another state. He didn't have to go out of town often, but occasionally had to make a business trip.

He had a wonderful sense of humor and loved making her blush. He touched his lips with his napkin and sat back from the table.

"Well, Princess," he said, "I should walk you to your car. It's a work day tomorrow and I don't want you to stay up past your bedtime."

It was only 10:00 but she didn't argue with him about leaving.

The back of the restaurant was quite dark, so he took her hand so that she wouldn't be scared. Unknowing that it was her car, he had parked his large sedan next to her economy vehicle, so they stood between the two automobiles to say goodnight. He leaned back against his car, stretching his long legs out and putting his arms around her waist to pull her in between them. He put his long fingers under her chin and lifted her face to his, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Daddy wants you, Princess," he said softly, "Daddy wants you very badly."

Before she could answer, he pulled her tighter and kissed her. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her tummy. His lips were soft ... warm ... tender ... and she felt just like butter as she melted into his arms and moaned against his mouth.

"You want Daddy, don't you, Princess?" he whispered against her lips.

"Yes," she breathed.

"You want Daddy to protect you ... love you ... care for you, don't you, my angel?" he continued.

"Oh yes," she said, her voice an excited whisper.

"I will, Princess. You will have no need for another man. I will take care of all your needs."

She could feel herself being drawn into his world ... a world of domination and submission ... a world where she would have her Daddy and her lover, all in the same man. She had never felt so loved and protected in all her life. Her brain was spinning with thoughts and questions, but she ignored them and surrendered to his charms. She could feel the moisture building between her legs, but instead of resisting it, she admitted it.

"I'm getting wet," she told him, her voice small and quiet.

"Where are you getting wet?" he asked her, "Tell Daddy where you're getting wet."

"Between my legs."

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