That night I stood naked in front of my full length mirror scrutinizing my body. I ran my hands over my hips, touched my narrow waist, cupped my breasts. I tried to figure out what it was my Daddy saw in me.
Cautiously, I moved my hand to my freshly shaved pussy. I'd never masturbated, but I was so hot and frustrated from my time with Daddy earlier. Everything he said swirled around in my mind over and over.
Absently I slid a finger into my slit, feeling what Daddy felt. I was velvet soft and damp and warm. I imagined Daddy's fingers on me again. Swirling and rubbing, my fingers mimicking his movements.
"You won't have to worry about other men..." Daddy's voice echoed in my head.
Was that what I wanted? Never to have another man touch me? I knew some of the girls in my class had been with more than one boy already. There was a rumor that Angela Carmichael had even been with our math teacher, although l wasn't sure if that was true.
I sat on the edge of my bed, spreading my legs so I could see my pussy in the mirror. I inspected it thoughtfully. It was a light, soft pink with gentle folds that glistened with dampness. I bit my lip as I watched my finger move the soft lips apart to reveal my virgin hole.
I closed my eyes and imagined Blake Bonner, the hottest guy in school, kissing my privates the way Daddy had. I imagined Blake's hands cupping my breasts, my own hands miming the movement. I thought of his tongue lapping at me.
And I felt nothing. I'd never felt the slightest arousal around boys my age. I hadn't even known that I was missing out on something until my Daddy had touched me.
"Daddy..." I whispered, slipping the tip of my finger into my pussy.
I knew I'd made my decision.
I stood and pulled on a pale pink pajama set. The shorts were tiny, letting my butt cheeks hang out. My nipples pressed against the thin fabric of the tank top. I padded quietly down the hall to my Daddy's room.
I trembled with anticipation and excitement. What if he had already changed his mind? I hesitated but the ache in my pussy drove me on. I needed relief and I knew Daddy could give it.
I knocked.
"Come in," Daddy's voice was muffled through the door.
He was laid back on his king size bed, idly flipping through the channels on the TV in the corner of the room. He wore gray sweatpants and no shirt and my mouth went dry at the sight of him. He was much hotter than Blake Bonner. Blake was too bright and soft with his gold hair and pale eyes. Not like my Daddy, who was dark and sharp, already filled out with no awkward teenage angles.
"Did you need something Mary?" he asked and I blinked as I realized I'd just been standing in the doorway.
I let out a breath and nodded. "I've decided what I want."
He sat up and turned off the TV. "And?"
In answer I pulled my tank top off and dropped it to the floor. "I want to be your princess forever."
I moved to stand beside the bed and Daddy rested his hands on my waist, looking up at me. "Are you sure Mary? This is a big decision. You can never take this back. You are giving me something you will never be able to offer another man."
As he spoke he ran his hands up my sides and over my breasts. His palms rubbed against already hard nipples. My body reacted instantly. I could already feel my pajama shorts getting wet. Daddy had brought me this far and I needed him to finish me.
I nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."
Daddy stood up, cupping my face in his hands. "Say it Mary. Tell me exactly what you want me to do."
My heart pounded in my chest. "I want to finish our talk. I want you to show me what a man wants from a woman and then I want you to keep me safe and protect me, keep me your little princess forever."
As soon as I finished speaking, he crushed his mouth to mine. It was my first kiss.
The kiss was blindingly hot and intense. His hands ran down my back and cupped my butt, easily lifting me off the ground. I giggled as he spun me around. He dropped me onto the bed, nudging my knees apart as he kissed his way up my stomach.
"Ohhh," I purred as his mouth closed around my nipple.
