His None Vampire Princess.
The sun tended to be rare around these parts, more so when it just happened to be out right now, blaring on her back. The mixture of sunrays and the clouds were already threatening to take over. She had been sitting at the local coffee shop waiting for her hot chocolate order, tapping her foot as she gave a quick glance at her phone.
"Shit..." She whined.
She should have gone somewhere else and he was bound to kill her for taking so long. Okay kill was such a heavy word.
I guess I should explain a little more about her. She is famously known as Sweet Puppy, S.W. for short. Good looking gal with a bubbly type of personality. It was an ongoing rumor like a lyric that she 'tasted' sweet. It was hard to mistake her for a vampire in this era, the pale skin from her heavy makeup complementing the dark purple/red like lipstick. Her blonde locks that were easily mistaken for a silver like platinum mix really threw people for a loop. She could pass for a total vamp gothic chick and it was well just inclined to her busty and curvy body..
And then there was Sir, Maddox, to be exact..
Maddox was known for his style; tall, white fur, black hair, green eyes and one of those sexy bodies that made girls cream their panties at a simple look from him. I know.. I know.. What's the catch? What did a girl have to do to have their hands laced with his, to call him.. 'Theirs'. Maddox was part of a bigger pack but always tended to fly solo, a lone wolf, yes.. He's a wolf. See the problem? He could maybe pass off as a werewolf if he was a little more ragged and with her looking like a vamp.. it was a Romeo and Juliet story being written all over again.
"What the hell is taking so long?" He hissed into her ear as he silently walked up behind her. Her head snapped and her spine straightened almost in fear, "I.. I don't know, Sir." She squeaked out almost damning herself for sounding like a chew toy. Who was she to talk to him like that? Knowing he had a temper at times especially when she said, 'I don't know.' Ignoring the irritation that radiated off him she reached up to caress her fingers over his arm as his eyes narrowed on her. His green eyes brightened enticing his wolf features. The longer he glared at her the more she seemed to squirm.
"I'm sorry Daddy, please calm down. It'll only be a few more minutes." She rambled in hopes of distracting him with her fingertips running down his hand towards the center of his stomach. She really enjoyed tracing her nails over his abdominal area. She caught a few lustful looks from the other females and that made her blush, she knew secretly that those awful girls were dying to touch him the way she was.
Tilting her head just a little to the right with her cocky but proud smile eased over her lips. She was enjoying the attention more so then he probably was yet she curved her body into his with her chest all smooshed up to his folded arms. She batted her pretty blue eyes at him, lusting off her Daddy, she stood on tip toes kissing him softly. He only rolled his eyes at her but he didn't pull away instead he slid his masculine hands over her hips caressing over her panty line.
It should be made clear that it's not an incest story. It's based off a daddy dominate type with a little, someone who he cherishes and loves in more ways than one as her protector, best friend and lover. The terms are different to each person but in this case, their love speaks like love in other history books or romance books.
"You have thirty seconds to get your ass in the car." He gave her a clear warning despite the fact that their order was not ready. "Within the time I get in the car, you'll have a list for me. What you'll wear, how you'll be represented for me, and most important.. how I'll be tattooing a brand on you." He had particularly demanded.
Early in the morning he had gotten ahold of her laptop more so for downloading a file he needed, when a file caught his eye he investigated it seeing more than a few of her night escapades. She had been flirty, pictures of herself posing in outfits he had bought and some videos she had taken while touching herself. It was surprising and arousing all the same, glancing that morning at her sleeping form he developed their day.
Shaking his thoughts he turned on his heel watching her practically bolt her way out the door. It always amused him when she got excited and her tail flicked with every step of the way. It was only then that he heard her name being called. About damn time their order had been ready. He took the cups and noticed that on one of them had a number sprawled out.
A little fast forwarding to where they lived. The house was like an old victorian and the yard was landscaped, maybe done by some professionals. The two story building had requisite gingerbread lace and huge wrap around porch. The backyard was also landscaped and a gothic beauty that matched the era style. A large expanse of grass with stone and brick paths around it, laced with flower beds and rock gardens. It was something ordinary but it appeased to Sir's tastes. The fixtures were all original but had been up to date for electricity, there were window seats in unexpected places and a built in book case and cabinets all of a dark wood. The kitchen had an old icebox against one wall, the doors were of glass that stood at eight feet tall, not to mention the island counter in the center. It could easily be told that the plumbing had been redone to run electricity instead of ice. The tour alone of the house could take a near two to three hours. It was easily exhausting as it was beautiful. Sir had been living in this house before S.W. was brought in.
Sir made the trip home to be very torturous. He couldn't keep his claws off her legs tracing down then slowly back up especially over the curve of her inner thighs. It was even harder to resist the urge of pressing her thighs together. The sole eye contact had Sweet's cheeks blossoming in color. By the time he had gotten into their home she was dressed in a short, tight skirt with a low cut blouse and four inch heels overtop a light green lace garter belt to match his eyes. Bra and sheer panty set with a sheer black nylons. It simply read slut over her chest. It never seemed to bother him what she wore after all, it was supposed to be for his pleasure. His smugly smiles always made her blush furiously.
If she wasn't such a Daddy's girl she wouldn't know what else to classify herself. His outstretched hand guiding her from the front hall entrance barely crossing one foot over the other. He was incredibly near enough to find herself so weak and helpless. She wasn't a wimp and she wasn't obsessed. She was simply in love.
"You always dress to impress." Daddy complimented. "I bet you wish you weren't wearing any panties." She was stumped. Was she supposed to answer him.
She nodded.
"Okay, show me."
She couldn't believe him right now. They were in the comfort of their own home. If her hands weren't so busy lifting her skirt up high enough to show off the garter belts as her panties came into view. She turned around sticking her butt out bending forward with her fingers sliding against the hem of her sheer panties inching them down. She was confused by the logic thoughts occurring and the need to please him. It was his voice, soothing and mind controlling.
"Good girl." He hissed. "I had another thought in mind. It's quite simple in fact, you would take off your skirt and blouse as I make myself comfortable. You will do that, won't you? You'll do that for me. I know that you will."
He could tell from her simple struggles that she wouldn't do it, but of course, she enjoyed exhitionism. It wasn't just about displaying her body in lingerie and there were limits, at least she thought there were. He just stood there watching with that damned sexy smirk on his face. She removed the items one button at a time, blushing was nonexistent, trembling took its place. Her heart racing and her breathing short yet quick, pulse pounding and feeling incredibly excited was a drug.
"Quite obvious that you enjoyed this a lot. Don't try to tell me you didn't. The way your nipples are sticking out against your bra, so swollen and hard. The way you are breathing, the wetness across the slit of your pussy would make you a liar."
She was left there standing stupid but quickly her brain caught up, reaching her hands up behind her back she unhooked the bra letting her rather busty breasts gleamed whitely in the interior lights against the deep tan of rest of her body.
She felt so exposed and so excited with her nipples aching to be touched by him. She couldn't let him down. They were nowhere near being done and she was moments away from coming. All he had to do was demand. Her clit was glistening both from the stark whiteness and the wetness of the precum covering it. She could feel it twitch and her body shudder in near orgasm as he just smirked.. again. Her knees were all the more wobbly but as he approached her, she collapsed down in front of him. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment.
Upon seeing the dirtiest moments between a little and her Daddy, it is important for a little to appear fragile for the one she dedicates herself to. Don't attempt to hide yourself from him, he will love to see you in every light, every emotion because.. Daddy loves you.
Written for Maddox and Sweet Puppy.
Written by Driana Le Souris