Daddy’s Got You – Part 2: The Wait

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You were already waiting when I walked in.

Just like I told you to. Kneeling on the bed, hands in your lap, wearing that little blush lace set that barely counts as clothing. Your eyes found me instantly—eager, hopeful, already needing. And you hadn’t touched yourself. I could tell.

“Good girl,” I murmured, loosening my tie, letting the tension of the day fall away with every slow step I took toward you.

You straightened your back as I approached, your breath catching when I brushed a knuckle under your chin and tilted your head to meet my eyes. That look—soft, submissive, craving approval—was everything I needed after today.

“Did you miss me, princess?”

A nod. A soft sound in your throat. Barely controlled.

I smiled. “Show me.”

You moved instantly, crawling to the edge of the bed, hands light on my thighs as you looked up at me. That beautiful obedience. That quiet, burning need. I didn’t rush. I wanted to feel your anticipation stretch and curl around us like smoke.

I guided you into my lap, letting you settle against me while I took my time. My hands roamed slowly—your sides, your thighs, the curve of your back—each touch purposeful, never quite where you wanted it.

“You’ve been waiting all day for this, haven’t you?” I whispered against your ear. “But tonight’s not about release. It’s about patience. Obedience. Trust.”

You nodded again, already trembling slightly beneath my hands.

“Lie back,” I said, voice low but certain. “Let Daddy take his time.”

You obeyed, of course. That’s what you do. That’s who you are—mine.

I explored you slowly, methodically, drawing out every tiny reaction. My fingers, my mouth, my voice—all working in unison to guide you deeper into that haze of need. I traced the edge of every boundary I’d set before… without ever letting you cross it.

And you felt it—that ache, that beautiful tension building inside you. The way your breath quickened. The way your body moved without thinking, trying to chase more.

But I held you steady.

“Not yet,” I whispered, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “You’ll stay right here, princess. On the edge. Until I say.”

You whimpered then, and I smiled against your skin. There’s nothing sweeter than that sound—the sound of surrender.

“You’re learning,” I murmured as I kissed along your jawline, brushing your hair back from your face. “Learning how to let go of control. How to give yourself over. Completely.”

I didn’t rush the night. I stretched it. Drew it out until your body was humming with need, your thoughts melting into mine, your voice little more than broken whispers of “please” and “Daddy” and “more.”

When I finally wrapped you in my arms, letting you settle against my chest, I could feel it—that quiet, satisfied tremble. That deep, sacred surrender.

You weren’t just mine in that moment. You were held. Seen. Loved in the way only I know how to give.

I kissed the top of your head and whispered, “You did so well, baby. Daddy’s proud of you.”

You melted into me like you’d waited your whole life for that sentence.

And I knew we were just getting started.

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This ends beautifully, I always did enjoy your writing, thank you. 

Edited July 13 by SerendipitousKeeper
Understanding

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Part 3 is now live.