Daddy’s Little Girl (Part 4)

The past few months had been the happiest John could recall in years. His decision to reign his daughter into submission was, by far, the best action he’d taken since adopting her.

John was a good man. He adored Emma more than anything. His manipulation to make her jealous and compliant with his sexual desires was well- intended. They’d both physically longed for each other over the past few years.

John was a handsome and well endowed man. His job as an Ironworker consistented of long, physically demanding days. He’d been lonely and lacking physical companionship for years until the night he entered Emma; taking her as his own.

Over the past few months, John could feel the blood flowing to his manhood the minute his hand turned the doorknob to his home.
He lived for this. The sight of his beautiful Emma, wearing nothing but panties as she kneeled to greet him.

The sight of Emma on her knees, waiting to please him, never grew old. He took a moment to drink in her beauty.

Emma was undoubtedly physically beautiful. The combination of her long dark hair, blue eyes, and incredible body would make any man want her. Her body was firm and petite, accented by pert, full breasts and a round bottom.

Her breasts swelled out in the shape of teardrops, forcing her dark, erect nipples upward. John leered at them; thinking of how her tits fell directly in into his face when she mounted him. The upward tilt of her nipples caused them to brush against his lips with each of his thrusts. It was reminiscent of a Master being hand fed a dangling cherry by his servant.

Emma’s puffy, swollen nipples had doubled in size since he took her. Evidence of the frequent delight he found in abusing the firm, sensitive pearls of flesh, offered up to him on a platter.

Emma’s breasts were nicely contrasted by the curve of her tiny waist, which came together in a V shape before yielding to the outward curve of her hips and bottom. Her sheer pink panties provided no coverage to her bare, swollen vulva, or the tiny rift peeking out between her thighs, as she knelt before him like a slave.

Although John constantly admired her physical beauty, it was Emma’s innocence and genuine devotion that drove his relentless excitement. Especially as she kneeled when in submission to him.

Emma’s face was directly aligned with John’s crotch as she knelt before him. John began rubbing and grabbing at the bulge in his jeans. E
She gazed upon the physical manifestation of his desire for her as he continued to ogle her body.

Emma knew Daddy loved toying with her like this. He was fully cognizant of its effect. Her intensity grew stronger each passing minute he exerted dominance over her; forcing her to wait to be used as he saw fit.

John had trained Emma over the past months not to speak until spoken to. He loved the control he exerted over her. “Remove my belt and hand it to me.” he ordered.

Emma scrambled to oblige. She quickly released and pulled the buckle. The thick leather strap slid through the loopholes like a snake slithering out of it’s hole.

Emma’s urge to unzip his trousers was barely controllable as she handed Daddy the belt. She eagerly awaited further orders, but John’s cock remained contained within his pants. It felt as if he was inside her head, playing with her desire by intentionally making her wait.

Daddy ordered Emma to stand up. Like a puppet controlled by his strings, she complied.

Daddy grabbed her by the back of her head and forcefully kissed her. He slid his calloused hand in between her thighs.

The juice from her drenched panties soaked into the cracks of his dry palm, soothing his hand as he gently pressed upward. “You’re soaking wet. Did you touch yourself today while I was at work?”

Emma bit her full bottom lip. She briefly hesitated before she responding. “No, Daddy.”

John’s cock pulsed at her response. Emma had never been a convincing liar. Biting her full lips was her trademark give-away.

John’s moist palm remained fixed between Emma’s legs as his free hand reached upward. John deftly pulled on the collar he’d locked around her thin, shapely neck; yanking her closely into to him.

John increased the pressure of his hand against her swollen pussy; slowly circling her engorged clitoris with his finger. Emma softly moaned. She felt her wetness drench Daddy’s hand and drip between his fingers.

John angrily hissed, “Do not lie to me! Did you touch yourself today?!”

Daddy’s warm breath upon her ear further heated Emma’s passion. She stifled a moan while responding. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

John had expressly prohibited her from stimulating herself in his absence. He wanted to fully enjoy the pleasures of her daily build-up. It was the least she could do at the end of a hard day providing for her.

Emma’s swollen mound was throbbing with guilty anticipation to his reaction to her confession. She nervously stood there, waiting for her punishment.

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