"Hey there, princess," Daddy's voice rumbled from the living room as I skipped through the door in my frilly pink socks. "Did my little girl have a good day at work, or does she need her Daddy to make it all better?"
I dropped my bag and twirled, feeling the short hem of my dress flip up. "Daddy! It was so boring without you. Can we play now? Pleeease?"
He patted his lap, that familiar smirk spreading across his face. "Come here, baby.
Tell Daddy what kind of play you're craving tonight."
I climbed onto him, straddling his thighs the way he liked. "The special kind," I whispered, already squirming. "The kind where you tell me I'm your good girl and I have to do everything you say."
His hands slid up my thighs, squeezing gently. "Mmm, is that so? Then let's get you out of these big-girl clothes first. Arms up."
I lifted them obediently while he peeled the dress over my head, revealing the pastel panties and training bra underneath. "Look at you," he cooed, fingers tracing the lace. "So pretty and little for Daddy. You remember the rules, right? No touching yourself unless Daddy says."
"Yes, Daddy," I giggled, already feeling that warm, floaty headspace settle in. "I promise I'll be good."
He stood, carrying me to the bedroom like I weighed nothing. "Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get spankings. Which one are you feeling tonight?"
"Both?" I suggested with a cheeky grin, earning a playful swat on my bottom as he laid me on the bed.
"Greedy little thing," he laughed, stripping off his shirt. "Let's start with some rules. You're going to use your words and tell Daddy exactly how wet you are. No hiding."
I bit my lip, spreading my legs a little. "I'm really wet already, Daddy. My panties are all sticky because I was thinking about you all day."
He hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged them down slowly. "That's my honest girl. Now, show Daddy."
I reached down, parting my folds with two fingers the way he taught me, letting him see the shine. "See? All for you."
Daddy groaned low, leaning in to kiss my inner thigh. "Such a perfect little pussy. Daddy's going to taste it now, and you're going to stay still and say thank you after every lick. Got it?"
"Yes, Daddy," I breathed, already arching as his tongue dragged slow and flat from my entrance to my clit.
"Thank you, Daddy," I moaned on the first pass.
He didn't rush, circling and sucking gently while his hands pinned my hips. Every few seconds he'd pull back just enough to ask, "Who's my good little girl?"
"Me, Daddy! I'm your good little girl!"
"Damn right you are." He added two fingers, curling them just right while his tongue worked faster. "Now ask nicely if you can come."
My voice came out high and breathless. "Please, Daddy, can your little girl come? I need it so bad."
"Not yet," he teased, slowing down on purpose. "Tell me how much you love being Daddy's toy."
"I love it," I whined, thighs trembling. "I love when you use me and make me feel small and safe and so, so full."
He rewarded me by sucking harder, fingers pumping steadily until I was right on the edge. "Okay, baby. Come for Daddy now."
The orgasm hit like a wave, my whole body shaking while I chanted "thank you, Daddy" over and over. He didn't stop until I was whimpering from oversensitivity, then he kissed his way up my stomach.
"Such a sweet mess," he murmured, wiping his mouth. "Now it's Daddy's turn. On your knees, little one."
I scrambled down eagerly, looking up at him with wide eyes as he freed his cock. "Can I suck it, Daddy? Please?"
"Go slow," he instructed, guiding my head. "Use that pretty mouth and tell me how much you missed it."
I licked the head first, then took him deeper, pulling off just long enough to say, "Missed Daddy's cock so much. It tastes so good."
He rocked gently, letting me set the pace while he praised me. "That's it, take a little more. Such a talented little mouth. You're making Daddy so proud."
When he was close, he pulled me up and flipped me onto the bed, settling between my legs. "Ready for Daddy to fill you up?"
"Please," I begged, wrapping my legs around him. "Want to feel full."
He pushed in slowly, stretching me inch by inch while we both moaned. "God, you're tight. My perfect little fit."
We moved together in that playful rhythm, him whispering filthy encouragement and me answering with every "yes, Daddy" and "harder, please." He reached between us to rub my clit, drawing out another orgasm that had me clenching around him.
"Fuck, baby, that's it. Come again for me."
After he finished deep inside, he stayed there, stroking my hair and murmuring how proud he was. "You did so good, princess. Daddy loves his little girl."
I snuggled closer, already drifting. "Love you too, Daddy. Can we do it again after my nap?"
He chuckled, kissing my forehead. "Anything for my playful little one."
