Daddy’s Good Girl

i ran around the house in a frantic panic. Was everything in order? Did i leave something out of place? i checked, checked, and double checked the third check! i wanted it all to be just perfect the way Daddy expected it to be. i remember the last time He left me a list of things to do and i couldn’t get around to it all. He was so disappointed. The look in His eyes hurt me to the very core of my soul. And i never wanted to experience that again. He went a whole day without talking to me. My apologies weren’t enough to make it right. Even going back and completing the tasks He’d asked me to do couldn’t right my wrongs. So today, it had to be better. It had to be perfect. i’d swept, mopped, and dusted. i cleaned out the drawers, put His clothes in alphabetical order by color. Folded His underwear. Made sure all His socks were matched to its mate and tucked neatly in place. Cleaned out the fireplace. Washed the windows. Scrubbed the walls and the corners. i was exhausted. And i still had to prepare Daddy’s dinner. Thankfully, it was already prepped. One hour. That was all i needed. Running around like a chicken with its head cut off, opening and closing cabinet doors, dropping pots and pans, burning my hands in hot water. Cutting my finger with the knife. Blood. Daddy would have loved to see the tears streaming down my face. But no time for that now. Kitchen smelling like heaven, i ran upstairs to wash this body for to be ready to be received.

i heard the door as it opened. He dropped His bag by the front door as usual and sat down on the couch and clapped His hands twice to summons me. i sashayed down the stairs in slow motion, making sure He was able to take in every curve and every smooth sway of my hips. Reaching the bottom step, i got down on my hands and knees and crawled to Him. Rising up on my knees, i asked Daddy what He wanted from me. “Turn on the music and light the fire.” I asked Him for permission to walk across the room. ”Yes, you may.” i got up and walked in slow motion, making sure He was able to see my ass jiggle as i walked away. i did what i was told. Back to my rightful position, down on my knees, i crawled back to my Daddy. i crept up in His lap, unbuckled His belt, unzipped His pants, and pulled out His dick. i held Him in my hands, admiring my greatest blessing. With both hands on His shaft, i begin to rub up and down. Putting the tip of His dick in my mouth, i could feel Him swelling and becoming rock hard. Glancing up, i saw Daddy close His eyes and lay His head back. He let out a soft, pleasing, and accepting moan. i sucked until my jaws hurt. Rubbing and sucking until He could no longer hang on to what was owed to me. He released. His sweet nectar rolled to the back of my throat and i all but swallowed Him whole. He rubbed my head and said those words that i longed to hear every single second of every passing day… “Good girl.”