Word Training with Daddy

"I'm Daddy's little--"

"I'm Daddy's favorite--"

"I'm Daddy's one and only--"

Oh, my God.

I still couldn't say it.

I'd been standing in front of the bathroom mirror for what felt like thirty whole minutes, trying my best to get the words out. It was something I was supposed to be working on, something I'd struggled with for what felt like forever.

I just couldn't say the word

slut.

Not when it came to me. I didn't know what my deal was, exactly. In practice, I knew that it was just a fun thing to say, something taboo and sexy. Even the idea of being called a slut while Daddy railed me from behind was

hot

...

But only in theory. In real life, I withered away from the word, hiding away from it at every possibility. I wanted to be a slut for Daddy but couldn't stomach the idea of him calling me one. He'd even tasked me with practicing saying a few phrases in the mirror to help me along, but I was failing at that too.

"I'm Daddy's favorite little--"

"You're Daddy's favorite little

what

, princess?"

"Shit!" I jumped away from the mirror, a hand flying up to my chest. "Don't scare me like that! You're supposed to knock before you--"

"Before I come into my girlfriend's apartment?"

"Don't make me take back that key I gave you."

"You wouldn't." My boyfriend gasped in mock offense. "I earned this key fair and square."

"Whatever!" I rolled my eyes before I closed the space between us, soon kissing him hard. "Did you have a good day at work?"

"It was decent." He shrugged, his fingers gliding up and down my hips. "What about you?"

"My day was decent too--Daddy!" I grabbed onto his hand, gently moving it away from my thigh. During our short conversation, he'd slipped his palm underneath the bottom of my dress, hiking it up to my side.

"Hmm?" He put his hand right back where it'd been, his fingertips pressed against my skin. "Something wrong, princess?"

"We should have dinner first."

"We could do that. Or..." His hand was underneath my panties now, playfully pushing them down to my knees. He crouched as he finished pulling them down to my ankles, lightly tapping on either leg as he helped me out of them. Then, he balled them up into his grip before standing in front of me again.

"Daddy--"

He didn't hesitate as he slipped my panties into his jean pocket. "Yes, princess?"

"I--Can I get my underwear back?"

"Why? You're not going to need them for the rest of the night."

Something in my abdomen clenched with desire as I bit back a moan.

I knew exactly what that meant.

There were visions in my head of riding Daddy's cock on the living room couch, riding Daddy's cock on the kitchen table, riding Daddy's cock in the hallway--

Slut.

I shook my head, bringing myself back to the current conversation. "Just...let's eat dinner first, okay?"

"Is everything all right, princess?"

"Everything's fine," I lied, as I pushed past him. "I'm just a little hungry. That's all."

**

Shit.

I should've started on dinner like, two hours ago.

I groaned as I scrolled through the recipe online, noting the cook time. Even so, I gathered up the necessary ingredients, slicing and dicing and baking and broiling. By the time I was finished with prepping everything, there was still about an hour left to go of just letting everything cook on the stove. As I turned to leave the kitchen and give my boyfriend the bad news about a late dinner--

I ended up colliding with him instead. Startled, I jumped away from him for a second time tonight, nearly knocking over a bag of flour. I caught it in the nick of time, my fingers lightly shaking from the effort.

"Be careful, princess," he said, his eyes trained on me. "Are you sure you're okay? You seem a little jumpy today."

"Sorry!" I let out a nervous laugh. "My head's just kind of everywhere, I think."

"Oh, really?" Daddy smirked. "I might know a way to help you solve that."

He reached for me, quickly pulling me into his arms. His mouth was on me then, starting at my lips but migrating towards my neck, my shoulder. A few moments later, and his mouth was on my chest, kissing my nipples through the fabric of my dress and bra, my nipples getting harder and harder in response.

Slut.

I wanted to push him away from me, but when I put my hands on him, I felt him repositioning us, pushing us towards a wall. By the time my back hit against the surface, he was kneeling in front of me, forcing my thighs apart with his palms. He then took one of my legs and placed it over his shoulder, giving him the perfect angle, his eager mouth aligned with my very needy pussy.

"Daddy, wait--Fuck!" I groaned as his tongue licked across my clit. I tried pushing him away again, but his head pushed even further into me, his tongue more forceful on my pussy. I whimpered and whined, my hips shamelessly grinding against his mouth. I felt perfectly helpless when he ate me out like this, forcing my legs to stay open for him. I struggled to hold back my moans as he picked up his pace, licking me out with expert strokes of his tongue.

"Daddy..." I could tell that I was already too close to the edge, my clit throbbing with his every move. I was seconds away from coming against Daddy's lips, which meant that he was seconds away from sliding his cock into me and fucking me however he wanted to--

Slut.

There was that annoying word again. I tried to force it out of my mind but I couldn't, echoes of it seeming to get louder the more my body trembled at Daddy's touch.

"Don't..."

"Don't what, princess?" He looked up at me, moving his head slightly away from my hips. "You don't want Daddy to make you feel good? You don't want to come for me?"

"I...can't."

"You can't?"

"I can't be your...s word." I shook my head, defeated. "I'm sorry. I was trying earlier, reciting what you told me to in the mirror. But whenever I think about that word I just--"

"What word, princess?" Daddy now stood in front of me. "And I should be the one saying sorry, since I'm still a little confused."

"You know the one. S-l-u-t."

"Ah. So, you're saying you can't be my slut?" He still looked confused. "As in, you didn't like what I was just doing or--"

"No, Daddy, that's not what I mean." I folded my arms across my chest. "I mean that I don't like the word. I don't know. It makes me feel...weird."

"...Okay."

"...Okay?"

"We don't have to use that word if you don't want to, princess." He grinned. "Maybe we can change it out for a different one."

"Like what? Whore? Because that's not any better." I pouted. "I'm sorry that we can't just do dirty talk like a normal couple--"

"Turn around. Bend at your hips. Put your hands against the wall."

I instinctively did as I was told, following Daddy's instructions perfectly. When I was in place, I felt him rolling my dress up on my back, not stopping until I was almost fully exposed. He then unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the kitchen floor, landing a little ways in front of my feet. I could hear him pulling off his belt, the familiar clang of it against the kitchen tile. His hands were on either side of my hips, then, his cock slowly pressing inside of me.

"Who do you belong to, princess?"

"I belong to you, Daddy." I moaned at the feel of him, his shaft making my pussy feel so full. His movements were deliberate against me, cock moving in and out. "I'm all yours. Always."

"Is there anyone else who can make you feel this good, princess?"

"No, Daddy."

"Is there anyone else who can touch you like this?"

"No, Daddy..." My body was suddenly warm all over, as Daddy's cock pressed against that special spot inside of me with his every thrust. It was embarrassing how easy it was for Daddy to get my body in a state like that, ready to come for him and come

hard

. I tried my best to fight against the rising tide, even as my pussy clenched around him.

"And doesn't that make you all mine? You're completely mine, princess. You're Daddy's perfect little--"

"Daddy, don't--"

"Shock jock."

"...What?"

"Salsa dancer."

"Daddy, I don't--"

"Saleswoman."

"Daddy!" I couldn't stop myself from laughing, even as his fingers dug into my hips, his waist moving faster and harder against mine. The laughter turned into a deep, guttural groan, as I exploded around his cock, the orgasm hitting me like a lightning strike. After I came, I felt Daddy still pumping away deep inside of me, one of his hands now between my legs and roughly playing with my clit.

"Daddy, don't! I'm going to--"

"You're going to come for me again, princess. You know why?"

I didn't answer, my brain too overloaded with sensation. It barely registered when Daddy moved me away from the wall, shifting us towards the oversized window that faced my backyard. Daddy pressed me against the window, with my nipples on the glass. He then shot a hand down between my legs, sliding two fingers inside of my very wet pussy. He fingered me in front of the window, my hips riding his hand, my clit desperately rolling across his thumb.

"Do you care, princess?"

"...What?" My clit throbbed against Daddy's thumb. "I don't know what you're asking me, Daddy."

"Do you care about anyone seeing you like this? Do you care about anyone knowing that I'm the one who makes you come like this? That makes you so needy for it that you'll practically fuck my hand?"

"No."

"No what, princess?"

"I don't care, Daddy. I don't care about anyone else but you and me."

"Good girl. That's my snake handler." He moved his fingers faster inside of me and my hips soon rolled with another orgasm, my clit becoming an oversensitive nub. I barely had any time to recover when Daddy moved us again, not stopping until we were both on the floor, my back on the kitchen tile and Daddy's frame above mine. I watched as he casually threw open the door to the backyard, both of us potentially now in full view...

And then, his cock was inside me again. He held onto my thighs as he fucked me, each thrust more intense than the last. I knew that I was supposed to care about getting fucked like this with a possible audience, that I was supposed to slam the door and yell at him for putting me in that position, that I was supposed to cry and ask how he could even do that to me...

But I genuinely didn't care. All I cared about was Daddy's cock and how good it felt, how much I wanted to come for him again, how much I wanted to make him come too. I wanted Daddy to keep going until he came inside of me, no matter what--

Oh.

Daddy slammed his cock into me and I shivered, every moment of this feeling perfect.

"...I think I'm your slut."

"What was that, princess?"

"I think I'm..." I struggled to catch my breath, Daddy's thrusts hitting me harder and harder. "I think I'm your slut, Daddy."

"You don't have to use that word if you don't want to, princess--"

"I'm

your

slut, Daddy," I cut him off, wanting to work through things out loud. "No one else's. I'm only like this for you. With you."

"Yeah? You're Daddy's little slut?"

"

Obviously

." I nodded towards the open door...

And both of us broke into a laugh. The laughter quickly turned into moans, though, as Daddy got closer and closer, his hips going still when he finally spilled his cum deep inside me. When he was done, Daddy closed the door to the backyard, before resting right beside me on the floor.

"What was that, by the way?" I asked, as I looked over at him. "Some kind of mind game?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, princess."

"Don't play dumb, Daddy." I playfully rolled my eyes. "Fucking me like that...making me feel less self-conscious about the s word."

"Oh? We're back to the s word now?"

"Hey, I never said it was on the table. I just said that I was your s word."

"You're really going to make me fuck you into submission each time, princess?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Daddy." I shot his words right back at him, as I started to get up from the floor--

Only to be grabbed by my waist and brought right back down next to him. "Don't worry, princess. We'll get you there with enough training."

Training? What the hell did he mean by training?

Daddy sweetly kissed me on the cheek as he rose from the floor. He took my hands in his to help me afterwards, being a gentleman as always.

"Daddy, what did you mean by training?" I asked almost immediately, smoothing down the sides of my dress as I did.

"I mean that when we first met, you barely let me go down on you, because you thought you were too loud. And now..." He smirked. "Now, you'll make as much noise as you want for me, because you know I don't give a damn about you being loud."

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God!" I brought a hand up to my mouth, heat flushing to my cheeks. "You're right. I don't even think about that anymore."

"Exactly, princess."

"But if you're training me...when's it going to end? What's your dream scenario?"

"You, giving yourself to me whenever I want you to. Because you know you can trust me. Because you know that I'm yours just as much as you're mine."

We smiled at each other for a moment...

Just before an alarm went off to take the pot off the stove.

"Shit! Dinner!" I ran towards the stove, Daddy not too far behind me.

"If it's burned, we can get pizza for dinner, princess."

"No one said anything about it being burned!"

I heard him laugh and smiled to myself, already adding the finishing touches to the meal. If I was going to be anyone's s word, I was happy it was him.

My lover. My protector. My Daddy.

I'd happily belong to him and only to him, a million times over.