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  “I’m too excited to do any of that. You can’t wake me up and tell me we are going on vacation and then not give me any details. I’m dying, Daddy!” she half-yells, while she jumps up and down on the bed, making the headboard hit the wall. The sound makes me cock instantly hard.

  I sigh and go over to her. This is why I can’t tell her too far in advance we are going somewhere. She’s adorable but has no patience.

  “Lie down on your tummy on the bed, little one,” I say, indicating for her to stop jumping on the bed.

  “Why?” she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest, sticking her bottom lip out.

  “Because you’re too wound up and you need some help,” I tell her in as calm as a voice as I can muster.

  “Please don’t spank me, I promise I’ll be better.” She clasps her hands together as if she’s praying for the opposite to happen. While the idea is tempting I don’t need her wiggling on a sore ass for hours on the plane. But maybe just a little one will do her good and she’ll still be okay on the plane.

  “It’s okay. I know you’re excited. You can lie here after and watch me pack,” I reassure her.

  “Okay.”

  She grumbles a little, but drops down on the bed, face down. She’s only wearing a tank top and ruffle panties, so I’m not too obstructed. I’m in a t-shirt and loose shorts, so I ditch those as I go to the bed. I climb on top of her, pulling her panties down and kissing each cheek.

  “Just a little spanking and you’ll feel better.”

  “So you say,” she huffs, but her ass rises a little in invitation.

  I smile to myself and start to spank her bottom lightly, building up to a stinging slap. Once each cheek is a nice cherry red, I reach between her legs and feel how wet she is. She might protest a good spanking, but she loves them. They focus her energy and help her relax. It’s the best tool I can use on her.

  “More please, Daddy,” she mumbles into the pillow, shaking her ass up at me.

  “I think you need more too, baby girl. Do you want to sparkle?”

  “Oh yes, Daddy. Please, pretty please.”

  I reach into the bedside table and pull out the lube. Then, spreading her ass cheeks apart, I pour a little on her asshole. I rub the tip of my cock around in the lube, getting it ready for my entry. Spanking her ass always makes me want to fuck her there.

  “Now what do you do, little Haley?”

  “I relax, breathe, and rub my kitty button.”

  “That’s right. Such a good girl, letting Daddy take your ass whenever he wants.”

  She moves her hands between her legs and she starts to rub her clit. I push in past her tight ring and feel the perfect squeeze of her asshole. Fuck, she’s always so tight. I never last long like this.

  I push further in until I bottom out, going balls deep. I hear her moaning into the bed, and her asshole clenches around me. She rubs hard, nearing her orgasm. I’m not sure who likes ass play more, her or me. She always comes so fast when I fuck her from behind like this. My sweet little angel loves to take me any way I please.

  I pull out and push back in, loving the feeling. Haley needs to get under control and sometimes this is the only way to do it.

  As I work her ass, she gets closer, and I can feel when she finally goes off the edge. Her body tightens up, and she shouts out “Daddy”, making me lose control. I pull out and cum across her pink ass cheeks, spreading it all over the place. My orgasm is long, and thick ropes of cum splash across her creamy skin.

  Once I catch my breath and make sure I’m not going to collapse on top of her, I go to the bathroom and clean up, bringing a warm washcloth back to her. I wipe in between her legs and then wipe the cum off her cheeks. I wish I could leave it there forever, but I’ve got to finish packing us up and she needs to get dressed. And if I kept looking over and seeing her covered in my cum we would never get out of here. I’d just keep fucking her over and over again.

  “You are allowed fifteen minutes of post-orgasm bliss before you need to be up and changed.” She picks her head up and looks at me sleepily before nodding and laying her head back down.

  “Okay, Daddy,” she says so quietly I almost don’t hear her.

  “Did you sparkle okay, baby girl?”

  “So much, Daddy. I feel wonderful.” She closes her eyes and lets out a happy sigh, a big grin on her face. She’s so beautiful and adorable at the same time.

  4

  WILLIAM

  The next day…

  After over twenty-four hours of flying we are finally in Fiji. I wanted to take Haley away for two weeks, and I wanted to go somewhere beautiful and secluded.

  It’s night time by the time we reach the resort, and the porter leads us to our bungalow on the water. The only thing I want right now is to fall into bed with Haley and get some rest. We have no plans for anything other than relaxing and enjoying one another, and I’m ready to start that now.

  The porter leaves our bags and I tip him hurriedly, eager to go find Haley.

  She’s in the living room, standing over the glass cut-out, trying to see the ocean down below.

  “It’s night time princess, the fish are asleep.”

  She glares at me playfully and I want to kiss the look of impertinence off her face.

  “Come on, baby girl. Let’s try to get some sleep. In the morning I’ll order us breakfast in bed, and you can lie on the floor and watch the fish all day. Deal?”

  “Deal.”

  I open my arms and she runs to me. I scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom, stripping us both before we climb in.

  “Thank you so much, Daddy. I’m so happy to be here with you.”

  Her words warm my chest, making me feel bad that I hadn't done this sooner.

  “Me too, little one. This is much needed for the both of us.”

  5

  HALEY

  “Daddy, no!” I squeal as he throws me off the side of the deck. Hitting the cool water with a splash, Daddy follows behind me, hitting the water moments later.

  I try to race back to the deck, but Daddy has me in his arms, instantly throwing me through the air and into the water once again. This time when I surface I don’t try to swim back because I know there’s no point. I latch onto him, wrapping myself around him.

  “Is my little one having fun?” he asks, pushing some of my wet hair out of my face, pulling me closer, his erection digging into me.

  “More than I ever could’ve thought possible.”

  I put my lips to his and show him just how thankful I am. We’ve only really been here half a day, but everything’s been perfect. I love having Daddy’s full attention. From waking up to him placing soft kisses all over me, to him hand feeding me breakfast as he reads me the comics from the New York Times this morning.

  After breakfast we make love all morning until my stomach starts growling, once again prompting Daddy to order room service. It isn’t until after lunch that I realize we haven’t even stepped out of our bungalow to enjoy the beautiful ocean and scenery that Fiji has to offer.

  I quickly slip on my bikini and jump right into the ocean, where Daddy and I have been playing for the past two hours.

  “I might need to put more sunscreen on you. I wouldn’t want you getting burnt on your first day here.” He places a loving kiss on my shoulder, where the sun’s gotten me the most.

  “But I don’t want to get out,” I whine with a pout. He already put sunscreen on me once. I wrap myself around him tighter, letting him know I’m not going anywhere.

  I realize my mistake instantly when he starts making his way back over to the ladder the goes straight up to the deck of our bungalow, using one hand to hold me close and the other to pull us up. Once up on the deck, he drops me onto one of the shaded daybeds.

  “Fine. You want to pout about putting sunscreen on? Then you can stay out of the sun.”

  “But, Daddy, I want back in the water!” I complain, slapping one of my hands down on the bed.

  “And I want
a little girl who does what she’s told.”

  He looms over me, a dark look on his face.

  “I noticed, by the way.” He pulls the string around my neck, the top giving way and dropping to reveal my breast.

  I wondered if he did, but he hadn’t said anything. The bathing suit top was a little too tight for me, being as it was over three years old and my boobs had gotten bigger since I was sixteen.

  “You should be careful about teasing me. You know what happens when I lose control. And your little kitty needs some rest before I take you again,” he says before taking my nipple into his mouth.

  Dropping my head back, I completely forget I was about to throw a tantrum at having to get out of the water.

  Releasing one nipple, he goes for the other “I’d never forget it. It was the day things started to shift for me.” He takes the nub into his mouth, sucking even harder.

  My party for my sixteenth birthday, a pool party when I wore this exact swimsuit. That was the day Daddy started to see me as more than just his friend’s daughter.

  “I masturbated so many times thinking about this, hating myself every second of it, wanting what I shouldn’t.”

  I had jumped into the pool that day, making my bathing suit top slip free. I was completely embarrassed about it, but now the once-humiliating day is one I look back on and smile about. Daddy William might be a little upset about the feelings he had for me then, but he never touched me until I was over eighteen and I could make my own choice about wanting to be his. And I had wanted him for years.

  I never forgot how he said that from that moment on I owned a piece of him. He couldn’t think about being with or looking at another woman when I filled his every thought. It blew me away because after that day, he pushed me away so completely. I didn’t know why, but I found out it was because of how much he wanted me. It made me feel not so silly about the giant crush I harbored for him back then.

  “You don’t have to masturbate anymore, Daddy. I’m yours now in every way. I’ll do anything for you,” I remind him.

  “Except put on more sunscreen?” he teases before biting my nipple, making me squeal out again.

  “Open your legs for me and pull your bottoms to the side. Show Daddy what he wanted to see so bad that day but couldn’t. Remind me how those years of waiting got me my sweet little Haley pussy. Now I can do whatever I want with it for the rest of my life.”

  Reaching down, I pull them to the side, revealing myself to him.

  “Hmm…”

  The sound he makes is almost like a purr as he slides down my body, his warm breath against my kitty.

  “You know when I first tasted you, before I took your cherry, I thought nothing could ever taste better than your virgin pussy…” He pauses, licking a leisurely path up my slit, making me clench, wanting to be filled. “But now,” he continues, “I’m not so sure that’s true, I think knowing all the dirty things I’ve done to it makes it taste better.”

  Then his mouth is on me. He pulls my legs farther apart, gripping my thighs. His fingers dig into my flesh, and he goes at my kitty as if he didn’t have it four times this morning when we played in bed.

  I know what he wants. He wants me to cum quickly. This isn’t teasing and soft touches. This is Daddy on a mission for me to cum all over his face. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and my back arches off the bed. Reaching down, I grip his hair with my hands, but Daddy gives my thigh a smack, letting me know I’m not in control right now. My kitty is his right now, and I have no say in what happens to it.

  He sucks harder, his tongue teasing my clit, sending me over the edge. The orgasm comes fast and hits me hard, and I’m not prepared. I feel my body drain and the full exhaustion wrought by the day hits me. Suddenly, I’m wiped out from the pleasure.

  My eyes close and I feel Daddy move up my body and pull me into his arms. “Sleep, baby girl, you need a nap after this long day. You're getting grumpy, and I don’t want to have to spank you on our first day here. Besides, Daddy has so many plans for his little tonight.”

  6

  HALEY

  Later that night…

  Daddy’s hand locks around my thigh, stopping me from fidgeting. When my foot stops tapping, he slowly eases his grip, and his fingers start to pet me.

  “You don’t like this place, sweetheart?” His voice is gentle, and draws my eyes back to him.

  “I don’t know anything that’s on this menu, I just want some chicken strips or a cheeseburger, Daddy,” I pout, looking back down at the menu. “Escargot, calamari, fish that isn’t fried and a side of tartar sauce…” I scrunch my face up to show my dislike.

  “We can try one of the other restaurants tomorrow night if you like.” He cups my chin in his hand, pulling me to look at him, his thumb softly running along my jaw.

  “Will you just order for me, Daddy?”

  “Of course I will,” he says, going back to looking at the menu.

  When the waiter arrives at the table, he tells us the specials, which sound just as bad as everything else on the menu. I hold back the urge to make a gagging noise because I know it would upset Daddy, and I already tested him today about the sunscreen.

  “What can I get you to drink?” the waiter asks.

  “Strawberry daiquiri.” I saw a bunch of people walking around with them outside earlier and I really want one.

  “Virgin,” Daddy adds, not looking up from the menu.

  “We don’t have those in here,” the waiter says in a tone that suggests I asked him for a freaking dinosaur egg instead of a simple drink.

  “Daddy?” I ask, looking over at him. I know there are strawberry daiquiris around here on this resort. I know my Daddy will get me one.

  “I believe I’ve seen people with them all day,” Daddy says to the waiter, and I give him a smirk because I know Daddy’s going to give it to him. One way or another I’ll be getting one.

  “I’m sure I can get one in the bar next door, sir.” The waiter shoots me a glare. Sure, like I’m the problem.

  Leaning back in my chair, I fold my arms over my chest, shooting him my best ‘suck it’ face. He gives me a once over, like my outfit is the worst thing he’s ever seen.

  “Manners, Haley,” Daddy warns, making me gasp.

  “He started it!”

  He shoots me his ‘drop it’ look, but I’ve had enough. Whatever. I can’t contain my eye roll.

  “I have to go potty.” I get up from my chair and stomp through the restaurant. A few people turn to look at me, and it’s then I notice how much I do not fit in here. That was probably why the waiter was giving me the once over. I think this is the nicest restaurant on the resort. The men are all dressed in immaculate suits, and women the women are all in sexy tight dresses. Daddy fits in perfectly, but I stand out like a sore thumb. Why would he bring me here?

  When I reach the bathroom, I can’t stop myself from looking in the mirror. I’m wearing a pink sundress that’s tight on my chest but flares out at the waist. It has lace ruffles over my boobs, and the straps are pink ribbons that I tie at the top to keep the dress in place. I even have a matching ribbon that I wear in a bow at my crown. My brown curls hang loose around my shoulders and down my back. I love my hair like this, and this dress is one of my favorites, but now it seems like maybe it wasn’t the best choice.

  A woman exits one of the stalls, washes her hands and fixes her make up. I can’t help but compare myself to her. She’s stunning, and everything about her is classy, sleek, and sexy.

  I’m curvy, short, and cute.

  She is wearing heels that would literally kill me. I remember trying on a pair once, and Daddy just shook his head and led me over to the store’s selection of ballet flats, a pair of which I’m wearing right now. And the only makeup I own is my Dr. Pepper chapstick.

  I exit the bathroom in time to see our waiter walk by with my drink, and I snatch it off his tray. He just stands and stares at me for a second, so I make a big to-do of taking a long, slow sip, m
aking him huff at me.

  “Don’t you think you’re a little old to be acting like such a brat?” he asks, making my spine go rigid. I love being a brat. It’s what I do best. And I know Daddy loves when I do it too, but suddenly I feel really out of place. Again, I find myself questioning why Daddy brought me here.

  My eyes drop to my feet, and I kind of just want the ground to swallow me whole. Thankfully, the waiter walks off, not waiting for a response, and clearly seeing I wasn’t going to give one. I should’ve at least called him a ‘stupid-head’ or something. Maybe even a nice kick to the shin would have felt good.

  The far wall of the restaurant is made of glass, and in the distance across the hotel lobby, I see a group of kids my own age hanging by the bar. Some are chatting and others are dancing. I can’t help but wonder if I would fit in better over there.

  As I finger my sunglasses pensively, I feel a tug on my hair and I whip around in response.

  “Do you want to leave, baby girl?”

  Daddy found me, and I wonder if I’m in trouble for storming off.

  “They look like they’re having fun,” I say, nodding to the group of teenagers across the way.

  Some unnamed emotion flashes across his face, but it’s gone before I can tell what it was. It’s replaced by a soft smile that makes one of his dimples show. “Do you want to go see what they’re up to?”

  I hate the dark lighting of this stupid restaurant because I can’t see how truly green his eyes are in here. Nor can I see the dusting of speckled gray his hair has acquired over the past year. Color he says I’ve given him. If he thinks that’s a deterrent for my being a brat, he’s sadly mistaken. Something about the gray is sexy to me.

  I want to make Daddy happy so I lie. “No, Daddy, let’s go back to the table.” I should try to fit in because I’m starting to think that’s what he wants. He brought me here, but I find myself slipping my sunglasses on, not caring that it’s night time or that I’m in this stupid fancy restaurant. They are bright pink and make me look totally badass.