Daddy's Little Love: A DDlg Age Play Instalove Romance Read online

  I whipped her socks off before grabbing her panties. My cock strained again as I slid the sodden cotton off her hips, unable to stop looking at the neatly trimmed hair on her mound as I did so.

  Needs to be shaved, I thought before shaking my head vigorously. It wasn’t the time for such ideas. She was hurt. She needed looking after. She didn’t need me perving over her.

  I grabbed the thickest wool blanket I had and placed it over her, tucking it around her, until only her head was sticking out of the top. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said without opening her eyes, a broad smile forming on her lips.

  I found another couple of blankets and added them on top before digging out the thermometer. I slid it between her lips, glad to see her temperature was stabilizing.

  I could put my cock between those lips.

  “Stop it,” I said out loud.

  Examine the patient.

  I ran through a mental checklist, running my hands under the blanket, feeling her legs, her arms, her neck. I pushed her stomach in, no pain response. No internal bleeding. Nothing broken.

  As far as I could tell, she was in much better shape than she should be after a crash like that. My hands went over her breasts.

  I ignored the hardness of her nipples, feeling her collarbones, then her neck. She murmured but didn’t wake.

  “You’ll be okay,” I said, stepping back from her to adjust the blankets.

  I moved away, glancing out the window. The rain was still driving down. Neither of us was going anywhere anytime soon.

  The drip from the ceiling in the corner was becoming more of a stream and if I wasn’t careful it would hit the electrics and then we’d both be in trouble.

  Once I’d made sure she was only asleep and not unconscious, I headed into the attic, taking the toolbox with me. I was busy up there for some time as more leaks became apparent.

  By the time I’d patched them all and got back down she was sitting up, staring blankly at the wall in front of her, her fingers appearing from the top of the blankets as she held it tight to her neck.

  “Where are my clothes?” she asked, sounding suspicious. “And who the hell are you?”

  “Slow down,” I said, wanting to sweep her up into my arms again and hold her tight. She looked so scared. “What’s your name?”

  “Cherry. Why?” Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me. “What have you done to me?”

  “I haven’t done anything, Cherry. What’s your last name?”

  “Blossom. My parents thought it would be a cute name before you ask.”

  “What’s the last thing you remember, Cherry?”

  “I was driving my car to their house.”

  “Anything else?”

  “Not until I woke up just now. Where am I?”

  “You’re safe in my cabin. You were in an accident. Do you remember it at all?”

  She shook her head slowly, frowning so her brow furrowed, making her look even more adorable. “It was raining.”

  “It still is. You came off the road and your car rolled a few times. You were hurt, unconscious in fact. I brought you back here to my place.”

  I took a step toward her and she scrambled back on the sofa, falling onto the floor, flashing enough flesh to make my cock twitch before she could get the blanket covering her again. “Why didn’t you take me to the hospital if I was injured? And why am I naked?”

  “Your clothes were soaked. You were at risk of hypothermia.”

  “So take me to a hospital.”

  “The roads are blocked. We can’t go anywhere for a little while. Don’t worry though. I’m a doctor, well I used to be one. You’re in good hands. I’ll take care of you for as long as you need.”

  “Can I have my clothes, please?”

  I shook my head. “They’re still soaked. I’ll put them in front of the fire to dry but I need to get it lit first.”

  “Have you got anything else I can wear?” she asked, shuffling deeper into the blankets.

  I gave her a look, unable to stop the disciplinarian in me from rising up.

  “Please,” she added, catching my meaning at once.

  “Good girl,” I said, unable to stop the words coming out. “Let me check your temperature again first.”

  “Again?”

  “I did it while you were asleep.” I pressed the thermometer to her mouth and she parted her lips. I got a glimpse of her moist pink tongue and my cock strained, wanting to be in there, filling her throat with my length.

  “Better,” I said, looking down at the device. “You’re on the mend. Any dizziness?”

  “Some.”

  “Just relax if you can. You’re safe here. I’ll see if I can find you some clothes.”

  I headed through to my bedroom. I knew exactly what was in the wardrobe so I paused, thinking for a moment. I could give her the same thing I wore, check shirt, battered jeans.

  Or I could reach past them right to the back and pull out the white nightdress, the one with the frills, the one I bought without ever knowing if I’d get to see another Little wearing it.

  “Here,” I said as I carried the nightie back through. “That’ll do for now until your things are dry.”

  She yawned loudly as she took it from me. “Is this your daughter’s?”

  “I don’t have a daughter.” Stupid. Now she’ll think I’m weird. “Tired?” I asked as she looked at me funny.

  She nodded. “Very.”

  I glanced outside again. “I reckon you’ll be best off here until the morning. The rain’s not showing any signs of letting up anytime soon. You can sleep in my bed for tonight. Come on.”

  I held a hand out. She looked at it but didn’t move.

  “Come on, little girl,” I said. “Daddy will look after you.”

  She wrinkled her brow and I knew I’d gone too far.

  “Why did you say that?” she asked.

  “That’s what you were calling me while you were waking up, you kept calling me Daddy.”

  She cringed. “Oh, sorry. I had no idea.”

  “It’s fine. I can be your Daddy for now if you like. I get the feeling you need one.” I beckoned again with my hand and this time she took it.

  Her fingers felt soft and cool, dwarfed by my massive fist. I lifted her to her feet and she staggered sideways.

  I grabbed her before she could fall, lifting her into my arms, all too aware that my hand was on her bare ass as the blanket slid away from her.

  “Let’s get you to bed,” I said, carrying her through to the bedroom as she did her best to cover herself.

  I slid her under the covers and she scrambled until her body was hidden once more. “Do you need some help getting your nightie on?”

  “I’m sure I can manage, thank you.”

  “Call me if you start to get any headaches.”

  I resisted the urge to kiss her forehead, heading back to the lounge, pulling the door closed as I went. I got the fire going and then undressed to my boxer shorts, draping my clothes and hers over the back of a couple of chairs, leaving them to drip dry.

  Once that was done, I poured myself a drink and then settled on the sofa, opening my book and beginning to read, trying to distract myself from the thought of her laid in my bed in the nightie. I refused to think of her naked body, or how she felt in my arms.

  A movement caught my eye and I looked up to see her standing in the bedroom doorway in the nightie. It fitted her perfectly, brushing her thighs, the material thin enough for me to easily see her hard nipples through the fabric.

  I wanted to grab her and pull her onto my stiffening cock, watch her expression change as I came in her in seconds, making her mine, owning her.

  “Bathroom?” she asked.

  “Through there. How are you feeling?”

  “Leg hurts but I’ll be okay.” She vanished into the bathroom and I grabbed a spare blanket, hoping my painfully hard erection hadn’t been too noticeable in my boxer shorts.

  I was just settling back down when
I heard a thud from the bathroom. I got to my feet and ran through to find her laid on the floor next to the toilet bowl, her ass pointing toward me.

  “What happened?” I asked.

  “Not sure,” she replied. “I felt dizzy and then I was down here. I didn’t even get to pee.”

  “Come on, little Cherry,” I said, unable to stop myself. “Let Daddy help you.”

  Three

  Cherry

  I felt utterly helpless, expecting him to laugh at me as I struggled to get to my feet, squirming with my desperate need to pee.

  He didn’t laugh. He just smiled warmly, hooking his hands under my armpits, lifting me slowly to my feet. “Come on,” he said, moving me until I was sitting on the toilet. “That’s better, isn’t it?”

  “Thank you,” I said as he retreated to the door. It was strange to admit but at that moment I didn’t want him to leave. I’d felt safe with him there and as he closed the door, I felt alone.

  He called himself my Daddy and I believed him. He was my Daddy and he was looking after his little girl who’d hurt herself.

  I finished peeing and tried to stand. I failed. At once there came a knock on the door.

  “Need a hand?” he asked, pushing the door open.

  I wanted to tell him I was fine but it would have been a lie and somehow, even that early on, I couldn’t lie to him.

  “Yes, please, D-“ I said, managing to cut the word Daddy off before it was out. I shouldn’t keep saying it. He’d think I was weird.

  He helped me to my feet, sweeping me up into his arms and carrying me out of the bathroom. Already my eyes were closing.

  There was something so comforting about him holding me. Maybe it was because of the way he was looking at me, more likely it was that I saw nothing but warmth in his eyes, no danger or threat.

  He put me in bed and I yawned loudly as he did so. “Thank you,” I said as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. A shiver ran through me from the touch of his lips. I leaned my head back, wanting the kiss to return but lower, my lips tingling with need.

  “Goodnight little Cherry,” he said, running a hand briefly through my hair. “Sleep well.”

  My eyes were already shutting before he’d even gone.

  I dreamed of him. I didn’t even know his name yet but I dreamed of him and the dreams made me wake up with tingles deep inside my body.

  I woke up to the sound of thumping and grunting coming from outside the cabin. I sat up, trying to identify the noise.

  I climbed out of bed, shivering in the cool of the morning air. There was no clock to look at but I guessed it was still pretty early from the way the mist hung around outside the window.

  My head felt much better and all the dizziness had gone but I still had a slight limp as I made my way out of the bedroom into the lounge.

  Looking at it properly I liked what I saw. The place had a homely quality that told me a lot about the man who owned it. Simple, rustic, nothing that wasn’t necessary, no pointless ornamentation.

  I got the feeling he was like that. Still being done up, a project of some kind. Had he bought it recently maybe?

  The noise continued. A grunt and then a whack, followed by a clang. I looked out the window but could only see trees. The front door was hanging open.

  I stepped onto the porch, glad of the sunlight piercing the thinning fog, warming my skin. A small patch of land had been cleared in front of the cabin.

  Over to the left was his car facing a rough track. There was no sign of him. The noise was coming from somewhere around the back. I walked through the wet grass, the dew soaking my feet.

  The trees were alive with birds, a cacophony of sweet singing filling the air as I made my way to the back of the cabin where the source of the noise awaited me. I stopped dead when I saw what it was.

  In the morning light, he looked like a Greek God. Strong bare arms, sleeves of his shirt rolled up. He was holding an ax, swinging it down through the air and into a hunk of wood.

  A section of bark flew off to the side. He reached down, grabbed the log, and flung it into a wheelbarrow before returning to the stump to make the next cut.

  Sweat was pouring down his body. He was panting slightly as if he’d been doing this for some time. The barrow was already full but he kept going, piling more wood next to it.

  The sight of him chopping like that made me shudder, but the butterflies I felt were nothing compared to when he finally stopped chopping a couple of minutes later.

  He crossed to a barrel full of water, pulling off his shirt as he went. I let out a gasp at the sight of his chest, the rippling muscles covered in sweat, the scars on his back.

  I covered my mouth to keep him from hearing me. I knew I was spying but I couldn’t walk away. He slid his pants down, kicking them off before dunking his head in the water, holding it under for so long I thought he was sure to drown.

  Just as I was about to run over and pull him out he emerged, taking a deep breath before splashing water from the barrel onto his chest. It soaked his boxer shorts and they clung to him, giving me a perfect outline of his cock.

  He glanced my way. I ducked out of sight, ashamed to have been spying on him, turning and limping back to the house. I made it inside and then closed the door, leaning against it and trying to catch my breath.

  My body felt on fire with desire. The sight of him almost naked had done things to me that I never expected to feel.

  My pussy tingled with need, my nipples stiff, brushing the nightie so much it was painful. I ran my hands down my chest, hoping to ease the need in me but only made myself want him more.

  I closed my eyes, telling myself to calm down. Part of me wanted to go out there and try and seduce him but I knew there was no point. I was far too young. There was no way he would be interested in someone like me.

  That was before I even considered how fat I was. I couldn’t go back out there, I couldn’t handle the inevitable rejection that would accompany my stupid attempt. I wouldn’t even know what to do. Emily would but I had no idea how to chat up a man.

  There was nothing wrong with dreaming though. I could fantasize about him all I liked once I got home. That was safe.

  I stepped away from the door just it swung open and he appeared, his clothes back on, a bundle of chopped wood in his arms.

  “Good morning,” he said as he dumped the sweet-smelling wood on the hearth, sawdust pluming around him. “Sleep well?”

  Four

  Richard

  I had done everything I could to reduce my need for her but it hadn’t worked. When I’d woken up with a hard on so firm it was painful I did my best to ignore it.

  Knowing she was through in the bedroom was torture. I could still feel the softness of her ass on my hands from when I’d carried her through to the bed. I only had to close my eyes to see how she looked naked.

  It was all wrong. She was injured. I was a doctor. Sort of. All I should have cared about was getting her to hospital. Instead, I saw the sunshine outside that morning and I couldn’t wake her.

  I glanced in and she was fast asleep looking like an angel and I wanted to cuddle her like she was my daughter, make her feel better.

  She was doing something to me and I didn’t like it. It wasn’t fair on her for me to think of her this way. I moved away from her, ignoring my erect cock as it pressed against my pants.

  Go chop some wood.

  That should distract me.

  I chopped half a tree’s worth of logs, enough to last for a couple of weeks at the cabin. I cut and cut until my muscles burned but still, thoughts of her kept intruding.

  So I did the only thing I could think of. I dunked my head straight in the icy cold water of the barrel, the rainwater from last night filling it to the brim. I wouldn’t have been surprised if steam rose from me doing it.

  I held my head under until thoughts of her finally began to fade. Only then did I come out and let myself take a breath. It worked. I could focus again.

 
Then I caught sight of her looking at me. I only saw a hint of her peachy ass in her nightie as she scurried away but it was enough.

  How long had she been watching me?

  She must have been feeling better to make her own way outside. Maybe she didn’t need to go to the hospital after all.

  I headed in with an armful of wood. She was stood there looking out of place in the middle of the cabin. It was a rough sort of house and I belonged there.

  She belonged somewhere softer, a castle, a palace, a penthouse, somewhere much nicer than this one-bedroom leaking shack.

  “Sleep well?” I asked as I began to prepare the fire. “Cold?”

  “I’m okay,” she replied as she stood shivering, her arms folded over her chest.

  I had my arms around her before I could stop myself, holding her close to me. “Here,” I said, “You’re freezing. Let me warm you up.”

  Her arms stayed glued to her sides at first but then tentatively they started to snake around my waist until she pressed herself back against me, her eyes closing. Could she tell how hard I was at that moment? I hoped not. There was no way of explaining it if she asked.

  “How are you feeling?” I asked.

  “Better.”

  “The rain’s stopped. I can get you out to the hospital to get checked over whenever you’re ready.”

  “I don’t think I need to go. I don’t think there’s much wrong with me. I don’t want to waste their time.”

  I looked down at her. “You will go and get checked out, young lady, and that’s an order. You could have a concussion, internal bleeding, anything.”

  She blinked up at me with those big eyes of hers and then she pulled away. “Yes, Daddy,” she said, shaking her head at once. “Sorry, I don’t know why I said that.”

  “It’s all right,” I replied, taking her hand in mine. “Like I said last night, I get the feeling you need a Daddy in your life.”

  She nodded, wincing as she did so as if she thought I was going to start shouting at her.

  “Are you afraid of me?” I asked.