Daddy's Sweet Little Poppy

Messy little thing. You love it when I use you like this

Chapter 4

Poppy

I woke to the weight of something brushing across my cheek.

Blinking, I found Daddy standing over me, naked, and his c**k thick and heavy, dragging across my face.

I giggled sleepily, tilting my chin up and parting my lips.

"Good Morning, Daddy," I whispered, my voice still hoarse with sleep.

“Open wide, Poppy," he said, voice rough.

I obeyed instantly, and he slid into my mouth, filling it, pressing to the back of my throat before I had even fully woken up. My eyes fluttered shut at the stretch, my hands gripping the sheets.

“That’s it,” he murmured, one big hand sliding into my hair. “You look so pretty like this. My perfect little cockslut.”

My whole body flushed at the word, and he started moving. He moved slow at first, then faster, until his hips were pounding against my face, forcing me to take his c**k deep. My face hurt a bit from being stretched by his yummy c**k but I loved it.

“Breathe through your nose,” he ordered, holding me there. “Take it. All the way. You can do it,baby, yessss, that's a good girl."

Tears pricked my eyes, but I did as he said, relaxing my throat as much as I could. The sound of him f*****g my mouth filled the room. It was wet and obscene.

“You feel that?” he growled. “That’s me f*****g your throat. I could do this every morning. I'll keep waking you up like this. Would you like that?”

I moaned around him, nodding as best I could. Oh I would love that very much.

His hand tightened in my hair, holding me down until my throat flexed around him, gagging softly.

“Good girl,” he groaned, pulling back just enough to let me gasp for air before thrusting in again. “Messy little thing. You love it when I use you like this.”

I did. Oh God, I did. My thighs pressed together as I felt wetness pool between them.

Daddy grunted, hips jerking harder now, and I knew he was close.

“Keep looking at me,” he ordered.

I forced my eyes open, staring up at him while he groaned, his whole body tensing, and then hot rush of c*m filled my throat.

He didn’t pull out right away, just stayed there for a moment, letting me swallow around his d**k. Daddy loved the sensation of my throat trying to swallow his c**k. His eyes would snap close and he would shudder until I had taken every drop.

When he finally pulled back, he brushed my damp hair off my face, his ring glinting in the light and smiled down at me.

“You’re perfect,” he said simply, kissing my forehead. “Stay right there. I’m not done with you yet.”

And just like that, I was wide awake and already aching for more. I had lectures soon and it seemed mom wasn't home. I might as well be late anyway.

Daddy left me panting on the bed, my throat sore and my whole body buzzing.

When he came back, he was carrying his sleek black briefcase.

“What’s in there?” I asked, already knowing I would love the answer.

He opened it slowly, showing me the gleam of leather straps and the soft pink silicone toy sitting in its little compartment. My breath hitched.

“Lie on your back,” he ordered.

I obeyed instantly, heart racing as he knelt between my legs and spread me open.

“You’ve been good,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over my c**t just enough to make me gasp. “So I’m going to give you a present.”

He slicked the small dildo with lube, pressed it against my p***y and slowly pushed it inside.

“Ohhh,” I moaned, arching my back as it filled me. It wasn’t huge, but it was firm and perfect.

Daddy’s smile was pure wickedness. He attached the little pump, squeezing it twice until the toy swelled slightly inside me, stretching me deliciously.

My hips bucked. “Daddy...please...”

He gave me one more slow, cruel squeeze, watching me writhe. My p***y gripped the toy tight.

“It's almost enough to make you come, isn’t it?” he teased.

“Yes!” I gasped, squirming.

“Good.” He detached the pump, tucking it neatly back in the case. “You can only c*m when I say you can c*m. Not before.”

I whimpered, clenching around the toy.

He stood, watching me with that calm, dominant expression that made my stomach twist.

“You’ll wear it all day,” he said, “Through every lecture, every step you take on campus. And when I pick you up tonight, I’ll decide if you’ve earned the right to come.”

My whole body throbbed.

“Do you understand, my sweet little Poppy?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my cheeks burning.

He bent down, kissed me hard, and then helped me to my feet. “Good girl. Now put on that little skirt I like. We’re going to be late.”

I could already feel the toy with every step as I went to get dressed. It was going to be a very long day.

I thought I could handle it.

I really did.

But by my second lecture, I was so wet I could feel it soaking through my panties, and the toy pulsed with every little movement.

By the time the room emptied after class, I was a mess. My best friend Riley had already left, chattering about grabbing lunch, but I couldn’t move yet.

I pressed my thighs together, hoping to calm down. It only made it worse.

“Oh God,” I whispered, grinding down into the seat, bouncing lightly. The toy shifted just right and my breath hitched.

I could f**k myself with it.

I shouldn’t. Daddy told me to wait.

But the classroom was empty, and I was so close to cumming I could cry.

One more grind and my whole body locked up, the orgasm ripping through me hard and fast. I clutched the edge of the chair, biting my lip to keep from screaming as my juices spilled out, soaking the seat under me.

I was still shaking when I heard the sound of a stifled laugh from the doorway.

My head whipped around.

A guy stood there, leaning against the frame, phone in hand.

Oh. My. God.

He had seen everything.

“Cute show,” he said casually, holding up his phone. “Want to see the replay?”

My stomach dropped as he pressed play. Sure enough, there I was on screen, skirt rucked up, grinding against the seat, cumming so hard I looked completely wrecked.

My face flamed. “Delete that!” I hissed.

He just smiled. “I will. If you do something for me.”

I swallowed hard, heart racing.

This was bad. Very, very bad.