His Little Runaway (8 page)

She liked it so much, though. So much.

“See, honey?” her daddy asked softly.

“Yes, daddy,” she whispered, raising her head and feeling her brow furrow deeply as she saw him, naked and looking down at the place where he had put just the tip of his penis inside her, still moving it gently up and down. With three fingertips of his left hand, now, he started to make circles on her clit, and that made her cry out and bite her lip. “Please, daddy!”

“You’re very wet, aren’t you, young lady?”

“Yes, daddy!”

“Do you want your daddy to fuck you now?”

“Yes, daddy! Please, daddy!” Ashley felt completely delirious. The strangest thing was that it still felt to her like he was in control, like he was making her, despite the way that he had so thoroughly prepared her to lose her virginity to his thrusting cock. It was like having your cake and eating it, too; she could feel both cared for and submissive. She could fall in love with that feeling, she realized.

I could fall in love with my daddy.

She closed her eyes, and suddenly the hard thing inside came up against the place where it hurt. She gave a little cry and bit her lip again.

“Can you be brave, honey?” Wes said.

Ashley nodded, opening her eyes to look into his just for a second; her daddy gazed straight back at her with an expression of affection so strong that it made her smile despite the discomfort down below. He looked down again, though, at the place where his cock had come inside Ashley’s pussy. He put his left hand on her thigh, opening her even further despite Ashley having already spread her legs as wide as she thought she could spread them. With his right hand he rubbed her clit, three fingertips round and round until she moaned again.

She felt the muscles in his body tense, and then he pushed very hard and there was a burning flash of pain down there, so intense that for a moment Ashley felt her body trying to escape up the bed, all of its own accord. But her daddy held her in place with that left hand, and he stayed motionless with his cock inside her.

He looked into her eyes again, still rubbing her clit. “That feels so good, honey. It feels wonderful to be inside your little pussy. A daddy loves to have big-girl time inside a tight young vagina like this one.”

Ashley was still breathing hard from the pain, which had quickly dulled though her pussy still burned, and it felt so strange to be open around her daddy’s hard penis.

“Thank you, daddy,” she whispered, letting her mind get caught up into Wes’ dirty talk as his fingers made the pain more ambiguous, more a mixture of different, extreme kinds of pleasure. “I’m glad my pussy feels nice.”

“So nice, Ashley. Keep holding those knees open, okay? Daddy is going to fuck you now.”

She moaned as the thrusting began, every one a powerful surge deep inside her. An animal side of Wes seemed to take him over, as if the pleasure Ashley’s body provided had overcome his care and even his thought for her. He kept rubbing her clit, but though the discomfort became less and the tautness of the muscles in her spread legs seemed to send waves of pleasure through her body, she felt like her enjoyment only mattered because her daddy wanted to be sure he could fuck her whenever he wanted; if his little Ashley didn’t mind it so much, he wouldn’t have to punish her when she refused to spread her legs for her daddy to put his penis inside her young vagina. She could hardly begin to understand why it felt
good
to know that Wes cared only for his own pleasure—that he hadn’t said anything about the risk of getting Ashley pregnant and, now, as he pounded his hips into her bottom, his cock moving swiftly in and out, he fixed his eyes downward to see how a pussy looked with a man’s hard length claiming it.

If she got pregnant, she had no doubt Wes would take care of her. It would be a kind of left turn in her life—but a much better left turn than the one she had made into the police car. She looked into his stern face, still not sure why she should love to be only the little thing he used to make his cock feel good, and her heart filled with affection as he looked up from the place where he took his pleasure and into her eyes and smiled, slowing his rhythm.

“So good, honey. Daddy loves fucking his little girl. Does your pussy feel better now?”

“Yes, daddy.” It did, but it still also hurt. Ashley tried to smile bravely.

“Daddy’s going to turn you over now.” Ashley felt her eyes go wide. He had said she would have to have his cock in her bottom… surely he wouldn’t do that now, make her take him that way now.

“Don’t worry, honey,” he said, clearly seeing the panic in her eyes. “I won’t fuck your bottom today. But I want to teach you a way to fuck that daddies really like, and I’m going to come inside your pussy that way.”

“Okay, daddy,” Ashley said hesitantly. Then she added in a whisper, “If we have a baby…”

“Would you like to have a baby, honey?” her daddy asked, smiling.

Ashley blushed and nodded.

“Well, then,” he said gently. “Daddy will finish in your little vagina as often as he likes. He’ll finish in your mouth and your bottom, too, sometimes, but he’s got enough seed to go around. From now on, you’re going to have sex every day. Daddy won’t be able to keep from having you with his cock.”

The words were so shameful, but Ashley felt her pussy flutter around her daddy’s cock as she heard them.

“Okay, daddy,” she breathed.

Chapter Ten

Wes pulled out and turned her over. His dominant blood had risen so high he couldn’t resist—nor did he have any desire to deny himself this pleasure, since Ashley clearly loved it as much as he did. He put two pillows under her hips, spread her knees, and entered her from behind the way he loved to do, his hands on her hips and his cock driving in with abandon. Her little body under his big one, the feeling of her pert bottom against his hips giving him a delicious anticipation of the delight he would have when he fucked her there, her cries of mingled discomfort and pleasure into the mattress: they all combined in his mind and his senses to drive him very quickly to the point of orgasm.

Yes, he would come in her pussy, and maybe he would make a baby inside his sweet little eighteen-year-old girl. The thought of her with a big belly, of taking care of her, seemed to him almost unbearably sexy. At it, he gave a cry and held himself in deep, loving the little sob Ashley made at the feeling of his oncoming orgasm. His cock pulsed and he grunted with the spasming of his muscles, letting the pleasure flow through and just enjoying the feeling of having deflowered the pretty girl he had taken in hand, spanked, washed, and caressed.

All mine.
Maybe the universe had decided to pay him back a little.

He took her into the shower again, just to help her wash up and to hold her as the warm water ran down their bodies, and then he dried her off gently. He put the covers back on the bed and snuggled her up inside them. Early spring in the mountains wasn’t too warm for the comforter, so they could hold each other close with the softness all around, still enjoying their nakedness but sated, erotically speaking.

Ashley, of course, wanted to play with her daddy’s cock, but when Wes said with a chuckle, “Careful, honey, or you’ll have to take it inside your pussy again,” her eyes opened wide in alarm and she pulled her naughty hand back.

“I need to tell you about why I left the military,” Wes said then. He wasn’t certain why he felt it was so important to tell Ashley this story now. Maybe their growing intimacy just demanded that he share the big thing he hadn’t told her yet, or maybe he wanted her to understand how much ageplay meant to him. Either way, he knew that taking care of his little girl required honesty in this matter.

They lay on their sides, and Ashley lifted her chin a little to look into his face, wearing a puzzled expression. “Okay, daddy,” she said, though she clearly felt some mystification about why he wanted to talk about it now.

“Overseas, I met a girl…” Ashley frowned, but Wes quickly went on, “I didn’t have a
relationship with her, really—nothing romantic.”

“Then what?” She didn’t have any accusation in her voice, just curiosity as to what it had to do with her.

“She… well, she was from a very different culture—a whole different world, really—but I could tell she was a little, like you.”

“Like me? But you didn’t… you know…” Another frown.

“No. See, the thing is, honey, that playing daddy and little girl doesn’t have to be about sex at all. It can just be about candy and coloring.”

Ashley giggled. “And spankings?”

“Well, usually spankings, too. That tends to be an important part.” Wes felt his heart getting lighter as he shared the story with her. “But I didn’t even spank Marmara—that was her name. I just talked about it a couple of times. I guess it was flirting, but we both knew it wasn’t anything more than play.”

“So… what happened? How did that make you leave the navy?”

Wes felt his smile disappear, and saw the more serious expression reflected in Ashley’s face.

“The local warlord… there’s no nice way to say it… he gave her to his cousin.”

“What?” Ashley’s brow clouded over. “Like…”

“He said his cousin could take her as his wife, but it’s not like marriage here… I mean…”

Ashley nodded, taking her upper lip between her teeth. “She was going to be raped.”

Wes nodded himself. “I… well, Marmara came to me, crying, and I tried to get the warlord to take it back. It wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing, but I just couldn’t let it happen.”

“Oh, God,” Ashley said. “Oh, poor daddy. What did you do?”

Wes took a deep breath. “I killed him. He attacked me, and I… I was just so angry. I shot him. And I got court-martialed for it.”

“Oh, daddy.” She buried her face in his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have done it. I don’t know if I could have saved Marmara otherwise, but I should have tried.”

Ashley looked up again. “You saved her?”

Wes let a little smile creep back onto his face as he nodded. “An aid organization took her in as a refugee. I don’t know where she is now, and I think it’s probably better that way, but they keep me posted and tell me she’s doing fine.”

Ashley gave a tentative little smile herself. “I hope she found a daddy of her own.”

Wes couldn’t help grinning at that. “Because she can’t have yours?”

Ashley shook her head. “Nope.” Then her face crumpled a little. “Oh, that poor girl. I mean, in Tall Oaks the warden… he was going to…” He felt her tears against his chest.

“Shh,” Wes said, holding her closer. “Daddy’s here.”

* * *

They spent the whole afternoon in bed, and then Wes made dinner for them.

“Tomorrow,” he said before he left the bedroom, “you’ll start your chores. I bet you don’t know how to cook, but you’re going to learn. You’ll do that, and you’ll clean and you’ll do the laundry.”

Ashley pouted a little at this news.

“You’re going to do a woman’s traditional work, honey. That’s the way I want it, and it will help you learn respect and obedience. If you don’t do your chores, you’ll have another trip across my knee. And you’d better wipe that pout off your face, too, or you’re going to have one even sooner.”

Ashley swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. You may play outside if you’d like, but don’t go up to the road, please. Dinner will be ready in an hour, and then we’ll go to bed right afterward so I can fuck you again before you get some good shut-eye.”

He loved the way this embarrassing news stained Ashley’s cheeks pink.

“But, daddy, I’m so sore down there,” she protested.

“I know, honey. Daddy will be as gentle as he can be, but he needs to have his cock in his little girl’s pussy again today. I’ll fuck you there one more time before we shave you between your legs tomorrow. I want my Ashley to have a bare pussy, but your fur down there is very cute, too, and I want to say goodbye to it properly.”

“Do I really have to be shaved? It’s so embarrassing, daddy!”

“Of course it’s embarrassing, honey.” Wes looked into Ashley’s eyes to make sure she was taking this as part of their ageplay life and not as an arbitrary humiliation he had decided to inflict. He thought he could tell that although she undoubtedly had never considered shaving her pussy, the idea that her daddy wanted her bare down there aroused her with its hint of degradation through innocence restored. “That’s part of why I’m going to do it.”

She pouted again, more theatrically this time. “I don’t understand.”

“I think you do understand, but not in a way you can really talk about. I think you do want your privates to be nice and tidy for your daddy, because your daddy wants them that way. I think it makes you feel closer to me.” He spoke slowly and gently, so that he could gauge the effect of his words and so that he could be sure Ashley would absorb them fully. Then he smiled, still looking into her eyes and waiting to see if she would try to deny it.

Ashley didn’t make the attempt: her nose wrinkled and her brow furrowed, and Wes could tell that he had gotten her warm between her legs, because she fidgeted a little where she sat on the edge of the bed while he stood in front of her.

“But that’s something that may take a while for you to be able to confess,” he went on. “The more important reason I’m going to shave your pussy is that I don’t want you be able to hide your pussy when I take down your panties. When I tell you take your clothes off, I want to see that cute little private part peeking out at me.”

Her nose wrinkled even more, and she chewed her lips. “Oh,” she whispered.

“Are you wet, honey?” he asked with a half-smile.

She looked down at her hands in her naked lap. Her breasts, pushed forward a little by the way she held her arms, seemed to have slightly stiffer peaks than they had a few moments before. “Yes, daddy.”

“Do you think you want daddy’s cock inside you again today, even though you’re sore?”

Now, though she still looked down at her clasped hands, Wes saw her mouth twist to the side as if she tried to hide and suppress a smile. “Yes, daddy.”