The sun tended to be rare around these parts. This particular moment just happened to be out right now blazing on her back. The mixture of sunrays and clouds were already threatening to take over more than just the sky. She had been standing at the local coffee shop waiting for her hot chocolate order, tapping her foot as she gave a quick glance at her phone’s clock.

“Shit…” She huffed.

She should’ve gone somewhere else, he was going to slaughter her for taking so long. Okay slaughter was such a heavy word. Perhaps maybe gently kill her.

I guess I should explain just a little more about her. She is infamously known as Sweet Puppy, S.W. for short. Good looking gal with a bubbly type of personality. It was an ongoing rumor like a lyric that she ‘tasted’ sweet. It was difficult to mistake her for a vampire in this era, the pale skin from her heavy makeup complementing the dark purple reddish like lipstick. The blonde locks were easily mistaken for a silver like platinum mix that threw people for a loop. She could pass for a total vamp gothic chick and it was well just inclined to her busty and curvy body..

And then there was Sir, Maddox, to be exact..

Maddox was known for his style; tall, white fur, black hair, green eyes and one of those sexy bodies that made girls cream their panties at a glance from him. I know.. I know.. What’s the catch? What did a girl have to do to have their fingers laced with his? To call him.. ‘Their’s’? Maddox was part of a bigger pack but always tended to fly solo, a lone wolf, yes.. A wolf. See the problem? He could maybe pass off as a werewolf if he was a little more ragged and with her looking like a vamp.. it was a Romeo and Juliet story being written all over again gothic style.

“What the hell is taking so goddamn long?” He hissed into her ear as he stood behind her. Her head snapped up and her spine straightened in fear, “I.. I don’t know, Sir.” She squeaked out almost damning herself for sounding like a chew toy. Who was she to talk to him like that? Knowing full well that he had a temper at times especially when she said, ‘I don’t know.’ Ignoring the irritation that radiated off him she reached up to caress her fingers over his arm in effort to sooth it out. His green eyes narrowed on her but brightened the enticing parts of his wolf features. The longer he glared at her the more she seemed to squirm.

“I’m sorry Daddy. Please calm down. It’ll only be a few more minutes.” Rambling in any hope of distracting him from the fingertips that ran from his hand towards the center of his stomach. She really enjoyed tracing the tips of her nails over his abdominal area. Catching a few lustful looks from the other females and that made her blush, knowing secretly that those awful girls were dying to touch him the way she was.

Tilting her head just a little to the right with her cocky but proud smile easing over her lips. She was enjoying the attention more so then he probably was, yet; she curved her body into his with her chest all smooshed up to his folded arms. Batting her pretty blue eyes at him, lusting off her Daddy; standing on tiptoes just to kiss him softly. He only rolled his eyes at her but didn’t pull away instead he slid his masculine hands over her hips caressing over the hidden panty line.

It should be made clear that this is not an incest story. It’s based off a daddy dominate type with a little. Someone who he cherishes and loves in more ways than one as her protector, best friend and lover. The terms are different to each person but in this case, their love speaks like love in history books or romance books.

“You have thirty seconds to get your ass in the car.” A clear warning despite the fact that their order was still not ready. “By the time I get in the car you are to have a list for me. What you’ll wear. How you’ll be presented for me and most important.. how I’ll be tattooing a brand on you.” He had particularly emphasized that ending point.

Earlier this morning he had gotten ahold of her laptop to download a file he needed. It was when a file caught his eye and he investigated it seeing more than a few of her night escapades. She had been flirty, pictures of herself posing in outfits he had bought and some videos she had taken while touching herself. It was surprising and arousing all the same, glancing that morning at her sleeping form he developed their day based on simple question; ‘Who were these for?’

Shaking those thoughts; he turned on his heel watching her practically bolt her way out the door. It always amused him when she got excited and her tail flicked with every step of the way. It was only then that he heard her name being called. About damn time their order had finally been ready. When he took the cups there was a number on one of them sprawled out.

A little fast forwarding to where they lived. The house was like an old victorian and the yard was landscaped, maybe done by some professionals. The two story building had requisite gingerbread lace and huge wrap around porch. The backyard was also landscaped with a gothic beauty that matched the era style. A large expanse of grass with stone and brick paths around it, laced with flower beds and rock gardens. It was something outside of ordinary but it appeased to Sir’s tastes. The fixtures were all original but had been up to date for electricity, there were window seats in unexpected places and a built in book case and cabinets all of a dark wood. The kitchen had an old icebox against one wall, the doors were of glass that stood at eight feet tall, not to mention the island counter in the center. It could easily be told that the plumbing had been redone to run electricity instead of ice. The tour alone of the house could take time away from the time keeper. It was easily exhausting as it was beautiful. Sir had been living alone in this house before S.W. was brought in.

Sir made the trip home to be very adventurous and tortuous. He was also full of making torture fun when he couldn’t keep his claws off her legs tracing down then slowly back up, especially over the curve of her inner thighs. It was even harder to resist the urge of pressing her thighs together. The sole eye contact had Sweet’s cheeks blossoming in color. By the time he had gotten into their home she was dressed in a short, tight skirt with a low cut blouse and four inch heels overtop a light green lace garter belt to match his eyes. Bra and sheer panty set with a sheer black nylons. It simply read slut over her chest. It never seemed to bother him what she wore after all, it was supposed to be for his pleasure. His smugly smiles always made her blush furiously.

If she wasn’t such a Daddy’s girl; she honestly wouldn’t know what term to classify herself as. His outstretched hand guided her from the front hall entrance barely crossing one foot over the other. He was incredibly near enough to find herself so weak and helpless. She wasn’t a wimp and she wasn’t obsessed. She was simply in love.

“You always dress to impress.” Daddy complimented. “I bet you wish you weren’t wearing any panties.” She was stumped. Was she supposed to answer him.

She nodded.

“Okay, show me.”

She couldn’t believe him right now. Yes, they were in the comfort of their own home. If her hands weren’t so busy hiking up her skirt high enough to show off each garter belt connecting to her panties. She turned around sticking that phat ass out by bending forward with her fingers sliding against the hem of those panties inching them down. She was confused by the logical thoughts occurring and the need to please him. It was his voice, soothing and mind controlling past what a musical instrument could do.

“Good girl.” He hissed. “I had another thought in mind. It’s quite simple in fact. Take off your skirt and blouse as I make myself comfortable. You will do that, won’t you? You’ll do that for me. I know that you will.”

He could tell from her simple struggles that she wouldn’t do it, but of course, she enjoyed exhitionism. It wasn’t just about displaying her body in lingerie and there were limits, at least she thought there were. How he would enjoy stripping her of those limits. He stood there watching with that damned sexy smirk on his face. She removed the blouse one button at a time, blushing was nonexistent when her trembling took its place. Her heart racing and her breathing was short yet quick, pulse pounding and feeling the adrenaline was a drug.

“Quite obvious that you enjoy this a lot. Don’t try to tell me you didn’t. The way your nipples are sticking out against your bra, so swollen and hard. The way you are breathing, the wetness across the slit of your pussy would make you a liar.”

She was left standing stupid but quickly her brain caught up, reaching her hands up behind her back she unhooked the bra letting her rather busty breasts glimmer whitely in the interior lights against the deep tan of rest of her body.

She felt so exposed and excited with her nipples aching to be touched by him. She couldn’t let him down. They were nowhere near being done and she was moments away from her first climax. All he had to do was demand. Her clit was glistening both from the stark whiteness and the wetness of the juices covering it. She could feel it twitch between those puffy lower lips and her body shuddering in near orgasm as he just smirked.. again. Her knees were all wobbly but as he approached her she simply collapsed down in front of him. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment.  

Upon seeing the dirtiest moments between a little and her Daddy, it is important for a little to appear fragile for the one she dedicates herself to. Don’t attempt to hide yourself from him, he will love to see you in every light, every emotion because.. Daddy loves you.

Written for Maddox and Sweet Puppy.

Written by Driana Le Souris