Daddy's Sweet Little Poppy

Chapter 3

Poppy

The waiter hesitated for half a second, then unzipped his trousers. My breath caught at the sight of his hard thick, flushed dick. It was no where near as big as Daddy's, but it still had my mouth watering.

"Look at her," Daddy said, voice sharp. "See how she's shaking? She likes this. Don't you, little slut?"

"Yes," I whispered, too far gone to feel shy. My thighs pressed together under the table.

"She's a dirty cock loving girl. My dirty cock loving girl, aren't you sweet Poppy?"

"I am," I whined, barely holding back from touching the lovely dick before me.

"Touch yourself," Daddy ordered the waiter.

The man wrapped a hand around himself, stroking slowly, never taking his eyes off me. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to, Daddy's grip in my hair kept me exactly where he wanted me.

"You see what you do to people?" Daddy growled against my ear. "You sit here with your tits out, moaning like a slut, and now he's hard for you."

A shiver ran through me as I watched his fist pump his cock. "I like it," I admitted.

"I know you do," Daddy said, sounding darkly pleased. "But you don't get to touch him. You only get to watch."

The waiter was moving faster now, breathing hard. His cock head turned angry red as he jerked off in front of us. Precum seepd down the yummy slit at the tip and rolled down to his balls. My tongue hung out as I imagined catching that drop on my tongue.

Daddy's other hand slid to my throat, squeezing tightly.

When the waiter finally groaned and came, he caught it in the empty ice cream bowl. Daddy's smile was pure wickedness.

"Pour it," Daddy said.

The waiter obeyed, tipping the bowl and letting the hot, sticky mess drip over my breasts and stomach. I gasped at the sensation, the filthiness of it made me dizzy.

"Now clean yourself up," Daddy ordered.

I did, excitedly licking every drop of cum off my skin while both of them watched. He tasted good, but never as delicious as my step daddy did. I could drink loads of my stepdaddy's cum.

When I was done, Daddy kissed my temple. "Good girl," he murmured, pulling my dress back up and straightening me in my chair.

Then he looked at the waiter. "Send the check to my office."

And just like that, it was over, except I was sitting there sticky, wet, and so horny.

On the way out, Daddy kept a firm hand on my lower back, guiding me to the car. He didn't say a word until we were inside with the doors shut.

Then he turned to me, his eyes dark.

"You were a dirty girl tonight. I'm going to punish you." he said softly, almost dangerously.

My whole body shuddered. By the time we got home, my stomach was in knots.

Daddy didn't speak as he led me upstairs, his hand wrapped tight around my wrist.

When we reached my bedroom, he shut the door and turned to face me.

"You wanted to be a little show-off," he said. "You wanted to let another man touch you in front of me."

I swallowed hard. "Yes, I'm sorry Daddy," I whispered, shame and excitement warring in my chest.

His mouth curved in a grin. "Then you can take what comes next."

Before I could say a word, he was guiding me to the bed, tying my wrists with the soft leather cuffs he kept in the drawer. Then he pushed me onto my side, securing my ankles together so I was helpless, my legs slightly bent and completely exposed.

The position made me feel small, vulnerable. He could have his dirty wicked way with me. Oh I wished he would just sink his cock inyoy pussy already and make me see the stars. My pussy would gape open taking his mammoth dick slowly until I could feel him all the way to my womb.

I drooled at the thought.

"Color?" he asked, kneeling beside me.

"Green," I moaned.

"Good girl."

Then he reached for the whip.

The first strike landed on my ass, sharp and stinging. I gasped, jerking against the cuffs, but Daddy's hand on my hip kept me still.

"Count," he said simply.

"One," I breathed.

The next came harder, making my eyes water. "Two."

He kept going, slow and deliberate, alternating between my ass, my thighs, even the side of my breast until my skin burned.

"Ten," I choked out finally, tears slipping down my cheeks.

"Why are you getting this?" Daddy asked, his voice low.

"Because... because I was bad," I whispered.

He landed another strike, right across my ass, making me cry out.

"Say it properly."

"Because I teased you," I gasped. "Because I wanted another man to look at me."

Daddy's voice was pure velvet. "That's right. And who do you belong to?"

"You," I sobbed. "I belong to you."

The next few strikes came faster, harder, until I was writhing, my body on fire, my pussy getting shamelessly wet. I moaned, pressing my thighs together as far as the cuffs would allow.

"Look at you," Daddy growled. "Getting wet while I punish you. You like this too much."

I couldn't even deny it. "Yes," I cried.

"Then cum, there's my dirty little girl. Fuck, look at me with those eyes when you cum, Daddy wants to see it."

The next few strikes came faster, until my entire body tensed, and then I shattered, coming hard, my pussy clenching around nothing as my scream echoed in the room.

When it was over, Daddy untied me gently, gathering me into his lap.

"You took that so well," he murmured, kissing my damp hair. "I'm proud of you."

I buried my face in his chest, still shaking, and he just held me, stroking my back until the aftershocks passed.

"Next time," he said softly, "I'll make you beg a lot more before I let you cum."

I shivered all over again, because we both knew I'd beg.