âHmm,â I moan while stretching my back, intentionally sticking my ass in the air, my powder blue babydoll dress riding higher. My ring-curled pigtails fall forward, pooling on the floor. Iâm sure the trim of my cotton panties is showing, but the men behind me carry on their conversation. Thereâs no way Daddy didnât hear that moan. I pout to myself, biting my lip.
Dropping back down to the ground with a loud thump, some of my crayons roll across the wooden floor of Daddyâs office. Iâm so over being stuck in here. Daddy William and I hit our one-year anniversary last month with promises that he would take me somewhere. But here I sit in his office, him in another meeting not ten feet from me, and Iâm not sure if he knows Iâm here. I know he has to work, but I crave his attention more than anything else in the whole world.
Heâs been crazy hectic since spring. Now summer is almost over and I donât see any signs of him slowing down. This is a busy time of year for him with new homes being built and people wanting to renovate their offices and condos. It didnât bother me so much when I was busy with all my activities. Iâd tried starting community college but I hated it. The hours away from William were too much, and it just made me miserable. William encouraged me to try a variety of classes to see if something piqued my interest. Last fall I started taking some culinary classes and I loved them. I started taking all the courses I could on baking this past year, and itâs made me really happy. It doesnât take up so much of my time and works well with Daddyâs schedule. It makes me feel like Iâm good at something, and I get to make sweet treats for Daddy.
Iâd planned to spend my summer starting a cake pops business, but that was short lived. I started taking online orders and had set up times for people to come to the house and pick up their cake pops. Daddy wasnât too happy about me giving random strangers our address and letting them come and pick up their orders when he wasnât home. I wasnât two days into my cake pop business when he pulled the plug. And I was up to 500 likes on Facebook! I also got a spanking that made it hard to sit down for three days.
I tried to bring up the idea again with options that Daddy might prefer, but every time I reminded him of the event, I was once again given a spanking. I got the worst spanking today and I have no desire to get another, but I donât want to drop the issue. Itâs gotten so bad that Iâm not allowed to be alone at home anymore, hence my lying on his office floor, coloring while he has a meeting.
Turning onto my back, I tap one of my Mary Janes on the floor. I can feel the sugar from all the cake pops I ate during lunch course through my system. Daddy gave me a stern look when I ate my fourth one, but someone had to eat them. I wasnât going to stop making them just because I didnât have anyone to buy them. Iâd hoped flooding the house with them would make Daddy clue in, but no such luck.
âWe started later than we wanted, but I can promise you, the roof will be on before winter. We donât want any snow falling into the open rafters. Weâll have it sealed up nice and tight,â Daddy says as if heâs trying to bore me to death.
âAnd when do you think the rest of the house will be finished? I donât want to tell my little one about it until itâs closer to being done or sheâll drive me crazy. You know how it is.â
âYou have no idea,â Daddy says, and I have the feeling he is talking about me. Well, heâd better be talking about me. Iâm the only person in the whole entire world he should have ideas about.
Rolling to my side, I prop my head up on my hand and glare at him, but he still doesnât look at me. I know he sees me. I can barely breathe without him knowing. Pulling a foot up to my butt so my dress falls open, showing my panties, I start tapping my Mary Janes again, louder this time. Surely this will get his full attention. I know Iâm pushing it, letting my dress fall open like this, but Iâm jittery and need him right now. Normally he would have noticed, but heâs once again so wrapped up in his work that Iâm forgotten.
Both men turn to look at me, Daddy eyes harden and he gives me a look that does the opposite of what Iâm sure heâs trying to get across. I feel my pussy clench at having both menâs eyes on me, but I only look at Daddy. Iâm being a brat for his attention. In fact I feel like this is half his fault because he made me go this far to get his attention. Maybe should get the spanking Iâm sure I have coming when this meeting is over. After my actions, Iâm pretty sure it is now.
âHaley, do you like tempting other men who arenât your Daddy with your kitty?â I feel my face flush at his words. I canât believe he just said that. Daddy and I never hide what we are, but we also donât flaunt it in public. We live the Daddy/little lifestyle twenty-four/seven at home, but we normally keep it to ourselves when we are out. We arenât ashamed of it, but we get it makes people uncomfortable. At first I wasnât sure if the lifestyle was something I wanted all the time, but anytime I wasnât in Daddy/little play, I just didnât feel like myself. I donât even like calling it âplayâ, because thatâs not what it is between us. I love being his little all the time. Itâs just who I am.
âIâm sorry, Adam. Do you mind?â
âNot at all,â the man says, and I smirk, thinking he is going to get up and leave, but he only leans back in his chair.
As Daddy rises from his chair, he keeps his eyes locked on me. He unbuttons the top two buttons of his dress shirt, and then pulls it from his slacks.
âOh shit,â I whisper, and then cringe, hoping he didnât hear me curse.
Before I have time to try to scramble to my feet, Daddy has his hand closed around the back of my neck. Iâm just glad he didnât remove his belt, but he still could.
âDonât fight me, little Haley, Youâll only make me grip you tighter. Trust Daddy, be a good little girl, and take what you were asking for.â
Before I can respond, my chest is pressed down on daddyâs desk. Reaching under my dress, he pulls my panties down to mid-thigh, and then flips my dress up, giving him enough room to do what he wants but still have me hidden from the other man. âYou wanted to show everyone Daddyâs kitty, didnât you? You were begging for attention. Now youâve got it.â
Stinging slaps splash across my bottom, making me yelp before I can respond to his words.
âHush, little one.â I feel Daddyâs hand rub over the burning spots. Then I hear the other man in the room shuffle in his chair. For a moment I completely forgot he was here. Iâve never been exposed to anyone other than Daddy like this before. The other man may not be able to see my ass, but Daddy has never done anything like this in front of someone else. Maybe itâs because this man has a little too. Excitement courses through me. Part of me loves the attention. I always love attention, but another part of me is thankful Iâm not facing the other man. Iâm sure I would die of embarrassment if I was. All my focus is on Daddy, like it always is, and I canât even tell you what the other man looks like.
âSheâs feisty.â
âYeah, and she ate too much damn sugar. I bet an orgasm would make her crash, and a nap might do her some good. Then we can finish our meeting.â
âHeyââ I start to protest at being talked about like Iâm not here, but another smack lands on my bottom.
âI would recommend you keep quiet, little one, or I wonât give you that orgasm. You want Daddy to touch your pussy or not? I can already see your cream coating your thighs. Youâre a dirty little girl today, arenât you?â
I moan at his words, rubbing my legs together, trying to get friction on my clit to relieve some of the building pressure.
âShe is a stubborn little thing, isnât she?â
Daddy slips one hand between my legs, cupping my pussy and halting my movements so I canât find any relief. One of his fingers starts to rub back and forth on my clit, and pleasure floods my senses.
âSheâs been extra stubborn these past few months and something is going to have to give.â William says, still stroking my clit back and forth. âSheâs been pouting about me shutting down her cake pop business.â
âThese?â I hear the other man say. Then I hear the familiar rustle of plastic packing being torn. âDamn, thatâs delicious.â
âYes, they are, and you just ate the last one. I was saving it for a snack.â
âIâm sure you can find yourself something else to snack on.â
âHmm. I like your way of thinking. I do have a sweet little snack right here.â
âPlease, Daddy.â
Excitement buzzes through me, and I canât tell if itâs from embarrassment, anticipation, or the idea of Daddy eating me in front of someone else.
âThat sweet little âpleaseâ was so polite, Haley. Manners will get you what you want.â
Suddenly, I feel his tongue on me. His whole face is buried between my legs from behind, my chest still pressed down on the desk.
Daddy grabs both of my thighs, pulling them wider apart for him. He lifts me so my ass bows off the desk, causing me to stand on my tip toes. For a minute Iâm afraid my Mary Janes shoes will make me slip, but Daddyâs grip is so tight Iâm not going anywhere.
His tongue strokes around my tender clit, teasing it, making it harder as it begs for more attention. His tongue applies firm pressure to my soft slick tissue as he circles back forth. His strokes grow faster and harder, and I just need a little more. I try to push back and plant myself on his face, but Daddyâs grip wonât allow it.
I scream out in frustration when his mouth suddenly pulls away from my greedy kitty.
âYouâre going to cum for me, Haley. Hard. And when you do, I want you to remember whose sweet little cunt this is. It might be between your legs, but itâs mine. You remember that the next time you think about showing it to someone else to get my attention.â
If I wasnât so close to cumming, Iâd have told him that it worked. But I knew that would only end with me in the corner and no orgasm, so I lock my lips together and fight the urge to sass him.
All other thoughts leave my mind when Daddyâs mouth goes straight back to my clit. He sucks it into his mouth, and I cum instantly. My head swims and my legs give way as the pleasure tears through my body.
âShe might have a sour mood today, but she still tastes as sweet as ever,â Daddy says, pulling me off his desk. He lays me on his office sofa, my panties now hanging around one of my ankles. I try to close my legs but Daddy halts my movements.
âNo, Haley. You wanted to be a brat and disturb our meeting. The least you can do is give Adam a nice view of your wet kitty while we finish.â
Iâm so spent from my orgasm I donât even protest. I just let my legs fall open.
âI told you all that sugar would make you crash. Now, lay your head on Daddyâs lap and take a nap.â
I lean up, Daddy sits down, and I rest my head on his legs. I hear the sound of his zipper, and I donât even have to open my eyes to know what to do. Opening my mouth, I take him in and gently suckle on his cock.
Running his hands softly through my hair, I slowly drift off to sleep.