Robbie's mind was racing as hard as the Hell Charger as he made his way home.
What surprise would Daisy have? He loved her letting go, and when she called him Daddy, it was hot as hell, but he was still unsettled about it.
Was that how she felt dominating him? Unsure but turned on at the same time?
One thing he was sure about: they needed to talk.
But every drop of his good intentions evaporated when he entered the apartment and saw her dressed like a soaking wet dream.
He and Daisy had different cultures and circumstances, but they both grew up Catholic, and right now Daisy was in a tiny schoolgirl uniform, dressed in a way that teenaged Robbie would have appreciated.
Actually, adult Robbie and his rapidly swelling cock was appreciating it, too.
Daisy wore a tight white collared shirt and a prim black tie that accentuated her breasts. But it was the short, pleated plaid skirt that got Robbie's attention along with the thigh high stockings and demure Mary Jane shoes.
"You know me so well." Robbie tossed his keys on the counter and started to unzip his jacket.
"I'll do it," Daisy bit her lip, as she walked forward, her hips swaying. "You had a long day."
"We should probably talk," Robbie's eyes drifted to her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he could see her dark nipples. "Plus I need to take it out." He flushed, still not comfortable saying aloud that he had an anal plug.
"I can help," Daisy took his jacket off, and after throwing it on the couch, pulled off his shirt. "Let me take care of you."
"I'm supposed to be taking care of you," Robbie's brow wrinkled, thinking about his text message. "I thought-"
"We're partners, right? We can take care of each other," Daisy eyed Robbie appreciatively now that he was shirtless. She grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the bedroom. "Is that okay?"
Robbie didn't answer, but followed her, staring at her ass in that short plaid skirt.
It was almost magical, the diligence she took getting him fully undressed, then taking out the plug and cleaning him up.
"You don't have to do this," he murmured, embarrassed. It seemed like just as he figured out the roles in their relationship, it always changed.
"I only things I want to, Reyes," Daisy murmured as she went to close their blackout drapes.
Robbie's cock had been swollen since he'd come home, but when darkness bathed the room, it was at full attention.
"I wanted to thank you for giving me what I needed last night," Daisy was pulling Robbie to stand. "I've had this outfit for a while."
"How come I'm now seeing it?" Robbie's eyes were getting accustomed to the dark, and he could make out her bouncing tits and pebbled nipples.
"I didn't want you to think I was-strange," Daisy confessed, shuffling on her feet.
"Never." Robbie's chest tightened, and he pulled her closer, his cock bumping on her skirt. "You can share anything with me. Any fantasy." Hell, she never judged him for wanting her to sometimes handcuff and blindfold him.
"I know the Daddy thing makes you feel weird," Daisy mumbled into his chest.
"Not-weird." Robbie's hands drifted to her hips. "Just different. I just gotta get used to it. But I love taking care of you. You know that, right?"
Daisy nodded, hugging him tightly.
"And whatever we do, it's just between us." Robbie's hand drifted under her skirt. "And we have the safeword, right?"
"Thanks," Daisy sniffled, rubbing her face on Robbie's shirt. "I love you."
Robbie squeezed her, rubbing his cheek on hers. These were the hardest words for both of them to say.
"I love you, too," Robbie felt his throat close up. Everyone he loved always had to go. Same with Daisy.
"Hey," Daisy raised her head. "No moping." She wriggled her ass. "I'm not wearing any panties."
A smile crept on Robbie's mouth, and he kissed her, gently at first, before sliding his tongue against hers, tasting her. "And why not?" he whispered against her lips.
Daisy didn't answer but wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair on his nape.
Robbie felt a languorous heat overcome him. It didn't matter what they did, as long as they agreed and did it together.
"Use the safeword if you need it, okay?" Robbie nuzzled her neck.
Daisy was being uncharacteristically silent.
"I asked you a question."
"Yes." Daisy reached up to kiss him again.
"Yes, who?" Robbie questioned, holding her off. He needed to make sure of what she wanted.
"Yes, Daddy."
Robbie inhaled and pushed her to her knees. "I'm in charge now." He was holding his cock and when she reached for it, he stopped her. "How do you ask?" He knew she wanted him to take all control.
Daisy stilled, her eyes fluttering shut. "Please." She rubbed her smooth cheek on his meaty crown, a trickle of precum painting her face. "I'll do anything."
"Like the cock slut you are?" Robbie taunted. He slapped his dick on her face. "Beg me."
A shudder passed through Daisy, as she gave herself up to the scene. "Please, Daddy." She stopped when Robbie used his cock to hit her face again. "I need it."
"Why?" More precum from leaking from Robbie, and he wiped a creamy stripe on her lips.
"Because I need my Daddy's cum," Daisy extended her pink tongue to lick the semen off.
"Good girl," Robbie said. "Hands at your side."
Daisy smiled and licked his crown, lapping all the liquid that leaked. Robbie was cut, and she loved kissing his penis.
"Take some more," Robbie breathed. "Open wide for Daddy."
Daisy closed her eyes as Robbie fed her more of his cock until her mouth was stuffed and bulging.
"Take it down your throat," Robbie instructed. "Can you do that for Daddy?"
Daisy nodded, as her eyes watered.
"Good girl," Robbie praised. She coughed, then choked when he hit the back of her throat.
"If you could see yourself," Robbie moaned, sifting his hands through her hair. "On your knees, mouth full of my cock." He thrust lightly and she choked again. "Can you be Daddy's cock slut?" He thrust harder. "And suck me dry?"
Daisy was breathing through her nose now, no longer gagging as Robbie fucked her face. Her cunt was wet and her clit was throbbing, but she dared not move her hands after Robbie told her not to.
He was getting closer, she knew, because his language was getting filthier, and he'd started pulling her hair.
Suddenly with a groan, he pulled out of her mouth. Daisy knew what to do, and extended his tongue so he could feed her his cum.
"That's Daddy's girl," Robbie was panting heavily. "Drink it all up."
Daisy obeyed, sucking it all up, and then cleaned his softening cock.
"What do you say?" Robbie's eyes were closed now, coming down from the high.
"Thank you, Daddy."
Robbie held Daisy's hand and pulled her up. "You're going to be the death of me, chica."
She froze, the mention of death was like a bucket of ice on her mood, and Robbie cursed himself for talking without thinking.
"You can't die," Daisy spoke up as if she needed to convince herself. "And we love each other."
"I love you with everything I have," Robbie confessed, his heart full. "Your choice. What do you need?"
Daisy seemed to grow smaller, as she clenched her fists, looking away. "I still need my Daddy."
Robbie blinked back tears. "I'll take care of you," he said, pulling her to the bed. "Daddy's right here."
After that weekend, they didn't do the roleplay much after that, but every so often when Daisy was having a really bad time at work, and she needed another way to cope, she'd ask Robbie to be her Daddy, and as for him, he'd do anything for his little girl.
the end!
