It'd been a tough week. Daddy had gotten more projects dumped on him at the last minute and was having a really hard time getting the information he needed to run everything smoothly. Due to all the stress, he wasn't able to sleep and was up all hours of the night. I tried my best to soothe him by giving him massages, letting him relax in the bar, and having every hole at his disposal. Wherever. Whenever. Unfortunately, it wasn't taming the bear enough to give him the reprieve I was hoping for.
I sat and thought about how I could make him feel better. I had already cleaned the house, took care of the dogs, and put dinner in the crockpot. What else was there to do? Suddenly, I had an idea. I threw on his favorite dress, packed a bag of goodies, and headed out in his truck.
I found a deserted dirt road not far from his project and parked. I snatched the bag off of the seat and started to get ready. I put on mascara, eyeliner, and some flavored lip gloss. Next, with some maneuvering in the truck, I put in my butt plug. I left the collar and leash in my bag as a surprise. I was suddenly worried he was going to be mad at me. I've never interrupted him like this at work. Sure, I had come to see him at lunch and he had ravaged me in his office, but I've never done this.
Swallowing my anxiety, I texted him saying I was having troubles with the truck, and I had to pull off the road. Then, I pinged him my location, so he knew exactly where I was. I sat and nervously waited. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. He was already so stressed at work, I was scared I was going to add to it. The notification alert from his call made me jump, causing my heart to pound.
"Kitten, are you okay??"
"Yes Daddy, I'm okay. I wasn't meaning to bother you and I'm sorry to interrupt you at work, I just didn't want to take an uber home and leave the truck behind. Please don't be mad."
"I'm not mad at you my love. I just got done wrapping up here. I'm on my way. Stay put."
Oh man. He said he wasn't mad but he sounded irritated. He's never
really
been mad at me. Yes, we've had discussions after frustrating communication and misunderstandings on both sides, but never, ever fought. I hoped today wasn't going to be the first. I breathed deep, smoothed my dress, and waited outside by the truck.
He pulled up in his work truck within 10 minutes of my initial text, climbed out, and looked relieved to see me. Even in the construction cone shirt he hated, he looked amazing. He sauntered (at least I consider it sauntering) over to me and took me in his arms, kissing the top of my head. I unraveled my arms from around his waist, placed them on his chest, and looked up at him. He kissed my lips softly and smoothed my hair back from my face.
"Your lips taste delicious. Are you okay Kitten? What's wrong with the truck?"
I walked around him, put the tailgate of his work truck down, and hopped up on the edge. I leaned back, propping myself up on my arms and tried to look coy. I was so nervous about pulling him away from work, but I tried my best not to let it show.
Daddy walked towards me with a smile on his face. The dimple was prominent like always, giving me goosebumps when I met his gaze. The smallest things about him always made me tingle with love and desire. He came up to me and stood between my slightly parted legs. He ran his fingers up my arms to my face, where he trailed them along my jaw. He ended up weaving his hands into my hair and gently tugged my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes. Those hazel pools of warmth had me mesmerized and breathless. When he looks at me like that, I'm already deliciously trapped.
"There's nothing wrong with the truck, is there little one?" He had that expression on his face. The one where he knows I'm trying to get attention instead of telling him when I need more. It's playful but it's knowing. It's him saying he sees through my bullshit.
"There might be. I mean, I don't know much about trucks, or any vehicles for that matter." I sounded sweet and innocent, smirking at him. I know this demeanor pokes him a bit more, and I loved it. I had started running my hands over his body. Arms, chest, back, waist, no part of him was safe from my touch. I had started to become my own undoing. Just running my fingertips and lightly scratching up and down his soft, warm forearms had me starting to squirm a bit, making the plug more prominent against the metal tailgate. A delightful blend of pleasure and pain.
"Kitten, you and I both know there's nothing wrong. You wouldn't be on a road hidden from view if there had been." His voice was stern but had a teasing quality to it, making me smirk at him.
His eyes burned into mine and I swallowed hard. My mouth was already watering just looking at him. He recognized the longing on my face and winked at me. It pushed me over the edge and I started to feel weak.
"You've been so stressed this week. I've been trying so hard to help you relax and calm your mind but nothing seemed to work. I decided to try something different. I have something for you in my bag. It's on the seat."
He raised an eyebrow at me, let go of my hair, and kissed me.
"You look beautiful today Kitten. I'll be right back."
He kissed me again, soft and slow. Immediately I started to fall into sub space. Every time he kissed me like that, I fell harder and harder. My breathing became shallow and I watched him intently. I really hoped this would work.
He opened the passenger door, and looked in my bag, seeing the session collar and leash. He immediately looked at me, eyes on fire. I knew that look. He looked hungry, like a wild animal about to devour me. It sent shivers running through me. My heart started to pound and my breathing started coming faster. No matter how many times we have a session, I was always nervous and a little scared. During a session he could be unpredictable. It could be soft and sweet or animalistic and rough. It was a surprise every time.
I watched him as he walked back over to me, gripping the collar and leash gingerly, like it was the most treasured thing in the world. I relished in him. My gaze traveled up and down his body. From his hat, which he only took off for me, to the cone shirt he hated, down to his jeans that fit him so right, and finally his worn boots. He was gorgeous and all mine. I could never stop staring at this man. He was perfect.
"What do you want, little girl?" his voice had turned rough and hard, like a stone.
"Um. I thought maybe this would cheer you up. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bothered you at work." I was breathless. I cast my eyes down and tried to keep the uncertainty off my face.
He placed his fingers under my chin and tilted my head back until we were staring into each other's eyes. Without a word, he put the collar around my neck, buckled it, and adjusted it into place, never breaking eye contact. He clipped the leash on and yanked it forward, causing me to whimper as I rocketed towards him.
"You're going to do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"
Eyes still boring into mine, I bit my bottom lip and nodded, unable to form words. My mouth had gone dry.
"Answer me!" He barked his order, loud and firm in my face.
Oh god, I think I messed up. Tears started to pinprick my eyes and I whispered, "Yes Daddy." I couldn't keep my voice from quivering with anticipation and fear.
"Turn around, lay down, and hang your head off the tailgate. Now."
This was new. He's never asked this of me, and we've had a few encounters in, and on, his truck. Either way, the thought of disappointing him was the best motivator to stop overthinking. I quickly spun around and hung my head off the tailgate just like he asked. In this position, I was face to face with the tightening of his pants and thoroughly enjoying the view.
