chapter 1

𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 ♡

I should look away. This isn’t something I’m allowed to watch.

Daddy and I are watching a show or a movie and things like this pop on the screen, he will cover my eyes with his big hand so that I can’t see it.

It never stopped me from hearing it, though.

When I heard the slight moan I thought I might know what it was. So I slowly creep opening my eyes.

The things I read on my orange color app. It gave me an idea of what my daddy has been shielding from my eyes. Now I think I might be able to see what's that actually thing js.

I pull my hands off my eyes. That’s where the moans are coming from.

There’s a girl pressed up against the wall a big man holding her tightly.

Her legs are wrapped around him, and he has his hand up her shirt. The man’s pants are on the floor and he rocks against her.

When a small gasp leaves me, looking at my phone's screen. I quickly close my phone deleting everything that was being played not wanting daddy to know anything. I'm mortified! How can I search something like this?

I put my phone back inside my pocket going towards the check out counter, and gave the money to miss lee. "That the best dessert we have," she says and winks.

Oh, my god. At this point knowing she would have seen what I have been looking through my phone, my cheeks have to be on fire. I duck my head to fide my face as I search for money in my bag.

"Oh." I search deeper taking my time hurriedly.

"It's fine take your time." Miss Lee said keeping my dessert on the counter.

"I can give you some free tasting dessert too."

"Thanks." I said picking up the packet.

“Is your father picking you up?” miss lee’s eyes go to the front doors of the cafe.

“No,” I lie. “He’s busy.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her he’s on a date, but I don’t want to utter those words. Most of all, I want her to stop staring at my daddy.

What’s wrong with people? Doesn’t she have her own daddy?! I bet if I asked about hers, she wouldn’t want to share him either.

Her shoulders drop. “Is he, ah”—miss lee tucks a piece of hair behind her ear—“dating anyone?”

“He doesn’t date,” I answer firmly.

Miss lee cocks her head to the side, giving me a half-smile. “Right.”

I can tell from her tone that she thinks I’m naive about what my daddy is up to, but he’s not like that. I would know. Daddy says we don’t keep secrets from each other. Ever.

“I am right,” I huff before making my way out of the cafe. I wonder if there’s another cafe around here that I can start visiting.

The second I walk out of the cafe, I see Daddy's car with his bodyguard surrounded it. He sees me too because he gets out when one of the bodyguard open the door for him. When I’m a few feet from him, I meet myself fling myself into his arms. Daddy catches me before pulling me into a hug and lifting me off my feet.

Without thinking, I wrap my legs around him the same way I’d seen the girl in the phone do it. When his hand goes to my bottom, he chuckles.

“You miss me?” I nod but keep my face buried in his neck. I’m still extra annoyed by miss lee. “What’s wrong?” Daddy gives my bottom a squeeze to get my attention. I shake my head because I don’t want to talk about it. But of course he doesn’t let it go. “Princess.”

“I want to go to a different cafe.”

“okay. We’ll talk about it.” I tighten my legs around him while as daddy deposit ourselves inside his big car. After settling he make me sits on his lap facing him, he looks into my eyes. “We need to talk about your cafe visits anyhow.”

“We do?” Oh crap did miss lee tell daddy what I have been watching in the cafe.

“We do.” Daddy reaches for my phone. I gaps at that i know I'm dommed now did he find out about my orange color app.

“What?” I play with the end of my dress, not meeting his eyes.

“Princess. If you want to read big girl things, then it’s time we talk about what those things are.”

“Do we have to?” I peek up at him through my lashes, but his jaw is set in a hard line. It makes it hard for me to read his expression. He’s been doing that a lot lately, and it makes me wiggle in my seat. The same way i do when I’m reading something on my phone.

“At home.”

He handed me my phone back, and I take it from him before shoving it into my pocket. I watch as his adam apple bobbed and his muscles flex when the bodyguard started the car, and I have to fight the urge to fidget.

“Why don’t you tell me why you want to go to a different cafe?”

Daddy asks as the cafe was the most famous in the whole country and he allowed me to visit their alone without bodyguard cause it was actually know for rich paper place.

It’s not a short drive since we live outside the city. I go back to fiddling with the end of my skirt because I don’t want to tell him. “Tell me, Princess.” Daddy reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh.

“The cafe's owner has a crush on you. Okay?” I blurt out then fold my arms over my chest and glare out the window.

Daddy lets out a low chuckle, so I whirl around to glare at him instead.

“Watch it, Princess.” He gives my thigh a squeeze, and I drop the glare.

Even if I do enjoy spanking, I do not enjoy Daddy being mad at me. I'll do anything to make him happy. Anything.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“It’s all right.” He brushes his fingers up and down the inside of my thigh. He’s always finding ways to touch me, and it makes me feel so special.“we still have something we need to talk about when we get home.”

“What do we need to talk about?” I ask, although it’s challenging to think straight when Daddy’s fingers keep drifting higher up the inside of my thigh. I fight not to close my legs even though squeezing them together would help with the throb between them.

“You’re wiggling around a lot.”

“Huh?”

“Are you listening to me, Princess?” Daddy’s fingers slip under my thigh and grip me in a firm hold. I let out a small squeak of surprise.

“I’m trying.”

“It’s because of these things you’re reading. It makes you think of grown-up things. About dating and everything else that comes with it.”

He’s not wrong. It certainly makes me consider it. A lot.

“I knew it.” He sighs and then pulls his hand out from between my legs.

I want to grab a hold of it and bring it back.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked looking down fiddling with my fingers

“No, Princess. I’m not mad.” Based on his expression, I’m not sure if I believe him. In fact, the whole way home he’s quiet patting my bottom keeping my face on his hard exposed chest which was peeking as his shirt three buttons were open.

When we make it into the house, Daddy takes me in his arms like koala and leads us to his bedroom.

As soon as we enter his room, his yummy, comforting smell fills me up. “Are you sure I’m not in trouble?"

“Sit.” He puts me to the bed then walks over to the sitting area on the other side of the room. He grabs a glass bottle off the table by the window and pours the brown liquid into two glasses. When he comes back and hands me one, I’m hesitant to take it.

“I thought—”

“You want to do grown-up things.” He motions for me to drink right before he takes his in one big gulp.

I do the same, but the second I swallow I feel the burn. I’m coughing as Daddy fills my glass again.

“It will get you to relax.”

I laugh, and he smirks at me. I love pleasing him, so I repeat the action.

Then another until my head feels loopy.

“Wow,” I say more to myself but he takes the glass from my hand. “I do kind of feel more relaxed.

“Now let’s talk about the things.”

“I really like them,” I blurt out. “Ope!” I cover my mouth with my hands.

“It’s fine, Princess.” Daddy sits down and then scoops me into his arms before placing me on his lap my back attached to his hard front. “Why do you like them?” His hand returns to the inside of my thigh, and he’s stroking me.

“It makes me feel things.” I press my face against his neck and inhale his scent. I'm tempted to lick him, but what would happen if I did? He’d probably think I was being silly.

“Do you feel them here?” he asks as his big hand cups my pussy.

“Yes,” I breathe against his neck.

“You’re wet.”

“I’m sorry. It keeps happening,” I admit. “My boobies ache too. They always feel so heavy.” My nipples are tight too, but I don’t admit that.

“I see.” I lift my head to peek up at him. “We agreed that you can’t date, but it seems like you need attention.” He pats my pussy.

“But—” Daddy cuts me off before I can protest.

He lets out a heavy sigh. “And now you’ve done it, Princess.”

“What?” I ask innocently as I look into his eyes.

“You’ve made your pussy needy.” He shakes his head like he’s disappointed. “Now that I know there’s a needy pussy near me, my dick will crave it.” I suck in a breath. “So dating might have to be put back on the table.”

“No! I’ll stop reading them,” I plead.

I swear I see Daddy smirk for a second before his expression turns serious. “I think it might be too late,” Daddy says, and then I feel him pulling my panties to the side.

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