She sat in the crowded room slowly eating her lunch. It had been a long day so far and she still had more to go. She had been desperately looking forward to this chance to relax and text him. He was a long way from her but he consumed her thoughts. She pressed the send button and her message flew out across cyberspace.
Her phone vibrated in reply, “Hello, Little One.” She smiled at the message.
The phone vibrated again, “What are you doing, Little One.”
She typed in her reply, “Eating lunch, Daddy.”
“Good Girl,” flashed on her screen.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she typed back.
“My pleasure, Little One.”
“How long do you have left, Little One?”
“About 20 minutes, Daddy.”
“More than enough time to violate my little girl,” he replied smiling at his phone.
“No, Daddy, there are people all around me,” she replied desperately.
She knew it was almost to late already. But she was going to be strong this time. She was not going to give herself over to the temptation.
“You don’t say, Little One,” he typed getting an evil grin on his face and laughing.
“I do say, Daddy!!”
She was already starting to squirm in her seat. She could feel his words burrowing deep into her mind. They were setting her body on fire against her will.
“Such a very bad and naughty daddy I am, Little One.”
He laughed at how he knew she was starting squirm. He could feel it even a thousand miles away.
“Yes Daddy, very naughty,” she typed, fighting the sensations building inside her.
“Maybe I should gently blow in your ear, Little One,”
A big grin grew on his face. Blowing in her ear was often a precursor to saying her word. He knew full well the effect just typing the words would have.
“Daddy, no!!!”
She nearly yelled through the phone as the wetness built up between her legs. She was so lucky she thought for a moment that he was not actually behind her saying these things. She knew his voice and his presence would have already destroyed her resistance, just like it did when he came to visit her.
“No what, Little One,” he asked, laughing at her consternation. He knew what was happening.
“You know what, Daddy,” she answered back indignantly.
“I do not have the slightest idea what you mean, Little One.”
“Maybe I should lean in and nibble on your ear before I gently blow on it.”
She caught herself nearly moaning out loud. What has he done to me she thought, as she felt the wetness start to drip between her legs. She typed frantically now.
“Daddy, no!!!”
“You know exactly what you are doing.”
“I wish I did know little one, as you seem to like it, Little One.”
“Maybe I should start kissing you from your shoulder up to your ear and then gently blow on it, Little One.”
He laughed at the thought of how wound up she must be at this point.
She could feel her breathing now getting labored and ragged. The wetness between her legs now felt like a trickle not a drop. She grabbed the edge of the table to steady herself. She could barely type one word.
“Daddy.”
“Mine, anytime, anywhere, anyway, Little One.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she struggled to answer.
“But it looks like our time is up, Little One. I guess Daddy is going to leave you a wet and needy wanton little girl for now.”
There was a long pause as the seconds slowly ticked by. She felt her resistance crumble like a wall hit with a wrecking ball. There was only one thing she wanted. It was the only thing she could think about. It was the sum of her existence in that moment.
“Daddy no, please I need it,” she pleaded.
“You need what, Little One?”
“Please, Daddy, I need to cum,” she begged.
“But what about all the people, Little One?”
“I don’t care that there are people everywhere, Daddy.”
“Very well then, Little One.”
He sent her the word. She did her best to hide it as the orgasm rocked through her body. She had given herself over to her naughty little cum slut side and it felt liberating. She knew without a doubt he owned every part of her, from her soaked trough panties to her mind. She belonged to him and he owned her completely. There was no more questioning that as the proof spread slowly down her thigh. She would do anything asked her to do, anytime he asked her to do it, anyway he asked her to do it. And it felt perfect. She had stepped even deeper into her new life. Finally, she managed to answer as the orgasm receded.
“Thank you, Daddy,”
“My pleasure as always, Little One.”
“Talk to you soon, Daddy.”
She slowly stood up and headed out the door. It was going to be an even longer day now. But she did not care. She knew her Daddy would use her again soon and would make it all better.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8aan8m/released_ds_ddlg_ldr_solo_f
I liked it! Good story!