Properly Held — Part One: What He Needed
On realizing what he was really doing
It was a normal afternoon, at least by my standards.
My hair was pulled into a messy updo, pencils shoved into it wherever they’d stay. I was wearing my studio overalls, already smeared with evidence of the day’s projects. I was packaging candle orders and had fairy smut blasting through a Bluetooth speaker at max volume.
“…his tongue scraped the roof of my mouth as he dragged a finger down the center of me, and I gasped…”
The narrator was cut off by a familiar alert. “Incoming text message from Daddy.”
I jumped, knocking over the candle I’d been boxing.
“Fuck,” I muttered, already scrambling for my phone.
My studio looked like a Pinterest craft board had detonated. Molds from earlier projects, packing slips, sticker sheets — all of it layered together in a way that only made sense to me. I start going through the stacks like a crazy person until I found my phone half-buried under a sandwich I’d abandoned hours ago.
I read the message once. Then again.
Hey, Lucy. I’m giving you fair warning. I’ve had a bad day. I’ll need my babygirl when I get home.
My thighs clench instinctively. I opened his location without thinking. He’s still at work, so he’ll probably be home in about 90 minutes.
I squealed. I didn’t bother pretending I wasn’t excited.
Daddy is what I call David. We’ve been together for ten years, long enough that the shape of my life doesn’t make sense without him in it. If he’d had a bad day, of course I’d drop everything. That part was obvious. But I need my babygirl meant something else — something just for me.
It was part of a syntax we’d built together over time. A signal. A request. An invitation.
I’m submissive, and I’m drawn to the softness and vulnerability of my babygirl role — not because of age, but because of innocence. I’ve always loved things people insist you’re supposed to outgrow. Cartoons. Comfort. Letting someone else take responsibility when the world feels overwhelming. It’s never been about pretending to be something I’m not; it’s about allowing myself to be exactly who I am.
We don’t do this a lot, especially since he’s been so busy with work lately. We have a better-than-average sex life, but we haven’t had Daddy-babygirl time in over a month. If I’m being honest, I need this too. My AuDHD brain gets overwhelmed and burnt out very easily, and this has always been an outlet for me. I haven’t wanted to ask for much for myself because I know Daddy has been stretched so thin.
I respond to his text message with one of my own.
Yes, Daddy. Can’t wait until you get home! 🥰
Send.
There’s an undeniable pep in my step now as I head back to my workbench to finish my orders. I have things to do before Daddy gets home! I sit back down, not bothering to restart the fairy smut because I have my own porno playing out in my head now. I imagine all the filthy things Daddy might do to me when he gets home. The first half of my work took several hours; the second half I powered through in 20 minutes. Dirty sex is my favorite kind of motivation.
I shut down my studio when I’m done. I head to my room and put on some music. I put on my babygirl playlist containing all the songs that always put me in the right headspace. There’s a lot of Taylor Swift—like a LOT. When I press play, I hear the recognizable bass sounds of “Style.” My hips start swaying.
I do a dance while I strip my clothes off and throw them in the hamper. I look at the wall clock to check the time and see that he’ll be home in just over an hour. My heart starts to beat faster and I feel wetness at the apex of my thighs. The anticipation is such an aphrodisiac. My gaze lands on the mirror.
I pull the pencils out and shake my hair loose. It falls in messy waves around my shoulders. It’s a rich mahogany brown with subtle highlights of copper and bronze. The reddish tone to my hair brings out the green in my hazel eyes. The waves almost cover my size D breasts, but not quite. You can see my soft pink areolas peeking out underneath. My full lips pout slightly as I assess the state of my body. I have a soft belly that will never be flat, and a larger-than-average round butt.
Built for maximum comfort, Daddy likes to joke. I’m okay with that.
I dance into the bathroom to take a shower. Once in the shower, I start to quickly go through my ablutions. I don’t have much time before Daddy gets home, so I have to rush. But with every touch, no matter how fleeting, the anticipation builds. I touch my breasts as I wash my body, and I anticipate Daddy’s rough hands groping them later. They move to my hips and my butt, and I can’t wait to feel Daddy’s grip here too.
The rest of my prep goes by in a blur. I stand in front of the mirror to see the final product, with just a few minutes left until he gets home. My makeup is done, my hair is blow dried with soft volume, and I’m wearing one of Daddy’s favorite dresses. It’s white with pale pink flowers, with several buttons that are currently unbuttoned and showing my ample cleavage, and I’m wearing knee-high white socks with white platforms. I turn around to see the view from behind and smile because it’s perfect.
I head downstairs with a couple minutes to spare. I look around the house and see everything is nice and clean like he likes it. We have a cleaning lady come twice a week and I do some light cleaning first thing after he goes to work, so there’s not much left to do. I head to the bar to pour him a drink, when I hear his car pull into the driveway. I’m just finishing the pour when I hear the door unlock.
“Daddy!” I squeal as I run to the door with his cocktail. “Welcome home!”
I turn the corner to see him standing in the doorway, and what I see makes me stop in my tracks. His whole body is tense, and his face is fixed into a cold expression. Is it anger or exhaustion? I can’t tell. My core clenches. Why does that turn me on so much? His face is covered with a five o’clock shadow, and he’s got some bags under his eyes. I suddenly feel bad, like I haven’t been paying attention to how much pressure he’s been under at work.
I turn on the sweet attentiveness he desperately needs. “Daddyyy, I missed you so much. Let me take your bag to your office for you.” I approach slowly, like you would an unfamiliar Rottweiler—no sudden movements. I reach for his bag with one hand and hand him his drink with the other. I lean in for a kiss, but he pulls back and heads to the living room. What’s his deal? This isn’t normal; something seems off.
I head to his office and put his bag near his desk where he normally keeps it. I head back to the living room. I stop before he notices me and watch him for a moment.
I’m overwhelmed with my love for this man as I watch him with all his armor stripped away in the privacy of our home. He looks so vulnerable, and I realize that this is the only place he can let himself relax. As the CEO of a tech company, he has to put on a mask for his employees, investors, and vendors and can’t let anyone see him falter.
I know what he needs.
I pull my shoulders back and walk toward him until I’m standing directly in front of him. He takes a sip from his drink, and as he pulls the glass away from his lips, I move to take it from his hand as he stares at my face. I put it on the coffee table behind me.
I turn back toward him with a smile and slowly put my legs on either side of his body until I am straddling him and sitting in his lap. His hands are resting beside my thighs, and I run my hands through his hair.
He lets out a long, low groan as I fist his hair in my fingers and slowly pull his head back to face me. “I missed you, Daddy,” I say softly with a little pout. His eyes warm subtly.
I place a kiss on the tip of his nose and smile. One corner of his mouth turns up ever so slightly.
I turn his head so I can place a kiss on his stubbled cheek. I move up his face and place a kiss near the corner of his eye, where I see it crinkling slightly as his smile grows.
I feel his hands grip my thighs, soft at first, then harder.
I angle his head a little so I can kiss my way across his forehead as I feel the tension between his eyebrows release.
I take my time working my way down the other side of his face, as I feel a low chuckle rumble in his chest.
I pull back for a moment to admire my work. His face has visibly relaxed, and his expression is much warmer. I smile. My hands move to either side of his face as I finally kiss him fully on the mouth. It’s soft and sweet and full of love. He seems to enjoy it but doesn’t deepen it yet.
The hands that were on my thighs have slithered up to my ass for just a moment. One stays flat on my lower back, and the other goes up to splay across the middle of my back and pulls me into him in the tightest embrace he can manage. He breaks the kiss and turns his head until we’re entirely flush against each other. He’s holding onto me like a life raft in the middle of a raging ocean. We sit like that for several minutes until he loosens his hold. His hands move back down to rest possessively on my ass.
“Thank you, babygirl. You brought me back to life. You’re Daddy’s good girl.” He looks sweetly up at me as he praises me.
I beam. “Thank you, Daddy! Do you want to tell me about your day?”
“In a minute. There’s something I want to do first.” His evil smirk is the only warning I have before he grabs my face and pulls me to his. He claims my mouth. It’s deep and passionate and tempered with the frustration of his day. I think about how else he’ll use me to work out his frustration tonight, and suddenly I need friction on my throbbing clit. I start to grind on his hardening cock as his tongue pummels my mouth with force.
He growls and pulls away, breaking the kiss. He grips my hair in one hand and pulls back so I’m facing the ceiling. This position thrusts my throat and breasts closer to his face, and he uses his free hand to grope my chest.
“Who do you belong to?” He whispers against my throat, his hot breath causing me to break out in goosebumps.
“I belong to you, Daddy,” I respond tremulously.
He growls approvingly, rewarding me with a kiss and a suck on the base of my throat.
“What can Daddy do?”
“Daddy can do whatever he wants,” I respond, my core clenching as I imagine what that will be. “Whenever he wants,” I add, hoping he knows that he can take me like this any time of the day or night.
He pulls one breast to his mouth with his hand and sucks deeply on my nipple. He bites. I whimper. He grabs the other one with a forceful grip, and I fist his hair approvingly. He comes off my breast with a popping sound.
“On your knees.” I feel the growl in his voice deep in my core, and I don’t hesitate to get on the floor.
“Can I have a pillow, Daddy?” I ask as he unbuckles his pants, and I settle onto my knees between his legs, which is our normal routine.
“No.” I’m stunned momentarily, because he’s never said no before. Stunned, but not upset, because it’s making me so fucking wet, especially when he adds, “this won’t take long.”
He’s unbuttoned his slacks, and his large, hard cock is sticking out. He looks down at me for a moment, running his hands through my hair as I look up at him. I pause for a moment, wondering if he’s going to tell me something, but instead he slaps me hard across my cheek.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” Chastened by the punishment, I comply immediately. Almost the second I do, he forces my head down onto his cock. A very small part of me is hurt by how rough he’s being, but the overwhelming arousal I feel all over my body stamps out most of it for the moment.
He holds my head down on his cock until he’s in my throat. “That’s right. Don’t have anything to say now do you, whore?” What? What’s he talking about? He holds me in place with one hand while he picks up his phone with the other. What the fuck? I’m pretty sure I just squirted. “Fucking bitch.” He throws his phone down on the couch. “I’ll show you what happens when you talk back to me.” He’s not talking to me! Why is that so fucking hot?!
He holds my head in place as he roughly fucks my mouth. “That’s right, you take my cock deep, you fucking whore.” I can’t help it any longer. My hand goes down and I start to circle my clit. I picture Daddy doing this to some faceless woman instead of me, and the pressure in my core builds.
“This is what your fucking mouth is good for, slut. Taking my cock. That’s it.” He punctuates each word with a forceful thrust into my throat. I am gagging and covered in spit as he abuses my mouth. My orgasm builds and is hovering right near the surface for a few painful seconds as I try to hold it back. Daddy requires that I ask him for permission to come, but my mouth is currently occupied.
He holds my head all the way down until I cannot breathe and his cock is in my throat. He lets out an animalistic roar as he violently cums down my throat, holding me in place. I can’t hold it back anymore and I cum just as violently as I feel a massive gush explode out of me. As I cum, I moan onto his cock which causes his now extra-sensitive member to feel the vibrations of my throat. “FUCK!!” he hollers as he pulls me off his cock, after I took every drop.
I collapse onto his lap, my head resting on his thigh next to his now-softening member. I’m sputtering a bit as I regain my breath. The shudders from my orgasm are still racking my body, and my limbs feel like Jell-O.
It looks like it takes every ounce of strength he has left to pull me up onto his lap, where he wraps his arms around me so sweetly and lovingly. We sit like this in silence for several minutes as we independently work through what just happened, the only movement his fingers trailing up and down my body.
“Wow, babygirl. Just...wow,” he said weakly.
“I know.” I don’t know what else to say. Another couple minutes tick by in silence.
“You did such a good job, babygirl. I’m so proud of you.” He kisses my forehead and my heart swells. “I’m sorry if I got too rough with you, but you really helped Daddy. It was just what I needed.”
“It wasn’t too rough, Daddy. Um, I really liked it,” I said shyly.
“Mm, I’m such a lucky Daddy to have such a perfect princess.” He kissed my forehead sweetly again. “Let me take care of you for a bit. Does your throat hurt? Would you like some tea with honey?”
I looked up at him with a big smile and nodded sweetly. “Thank you, Daddy!”
He picked me up and deposited me in the corner of the couch. He took my shoes off and put them on the floor so I could be more comfortable. He grabbed the furry blanket from the basket and draped it over me. I felt warm and cozy and loved.
He leaned over me and took my face in his hand and said, “You looked so perfect when I came home. I’m sorry I didn’t say so earlier. I’m such a proud Daddy.” My face flushed with pride, and I smiled up at him. He kissed me sweetly on the lips. “I’ll be right back.”
I did a happy little wiggle as I snuggled deeper into the couch. Daddy came back with my tea after a few moments. After handing it to me, he took his shoes off and got under the blanket with me and lifted his arm so I could snuggle into him.
“Do you want to tell me about your day, Daddy?” I asked once I’d taken a couple sips. He noticed me holding the cup, and took it and placed it on the coffee table.
“You know I’ve told you about my recent fundraising roadshow? We’ve been meeting with all these different investors, and one of our board members had the brilliant idea of hiring a consultant to help with our presentation. I’ve always done them myself, but Bill insisted she was the best. She started a couple days ago, and she’s already a royal pain in my ass.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. It’s your company though, can’t you just fire her?” I asked.
“It’s not that simple, princess,” He responded.
I pause for a moment. I say, my voice barely above a whisper, “tell me about her.”
He pauses thoughtfully for a moment. He grabbed the mug from the coffee table and handed it to me. “Drink some more, babygirl.” I do as instructed, and he put it back down on the table. When he turned back to me, he looked like he’d had an epiphany of some kind.
“Babygirl, did you play with yourself while I fucked your throat?” He asked matter-of-factly, staring at me intensely.
My face must turn scarlet. Talking about sex always makes me blush. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Did you cum?” He asked matter-of-factly.
I said shyly, “yes, Daddy.”
“That’s never happened before. During a blowjob.” It wasn’t a question, but I shook my head anyway. “It happened fast. It usually takes you much longer to cum.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I wasn’t sure what he was getting at yet.
He handed me the mug of tea, and I took a sip. It was finally cool enough to finish, so I drank it all down. I handed it back to him. He put it on the coffee table and turned to face me.
“Do you trust me, babygirl?” He looked at me seriously.
“Of course, Daddy.”
He took the blanket off of me, and put it on the other side of him. He pulled my legs apart, pulling one onto his lap. His hand trailed up my thigh until he got to my pussy. His fingers enter my slick folds and he traced my slit. He put two fingers inside my pussy.
“Babygirl, Daddy needs to talk to your kitty. He has some questions only she can answer, okay? You don’t need to talk, princess. Kitty will tell me what I need to know.”
This worked for me, because I’m speechless and have no idea what’s happening. My core clenched.
“She likes when I talk to you like this. When I tell you to shut your stupid little mouth. Mmmm, look at that. Again.” His thumb rested gently on my clit, if I ground only a little bit I’d get some delicious friction on it.
“Did you like it when Daddy was pretending you were someone else? When I was using your mouth as a substitute for someone else I wanted?” The arousal his words elicited in me was stronger than any I’d ever felt before. My body was on fire. I ground my hips and grazed my clit on Daddy’s thumb one time and squirted. “Oh my, babygirl. She likes it.”
“Do you like imagining Daddy fucking other women?” My core clenched painfully. I needed to cum. Daddy wasn’t fucking me with his fingers, they were just sitting inside me while he conducted his experiment. I started grinding my hips and trying to fuck his fingers myself.
“Does that get you wet, babygirl? Do you want to watch Daddy fucking other women like a little pervert? Listening at the door while I defile some random woman I picked up at the bar?” Oh my god, what’s wrong with me? My muscles are clenching so fitfully, it’s bordering on painful.
“Daddy, please, I need to cum.” I begged. “Please, Daddy. It hurts.”
He takes his fingers out of my pussy and pushes them forcefully into my mouth. “I’m not done, babygirl. Don’t interrupt me. Don’t think that I forgot that you came without my permission. Did you think that would go unpunished?” I whimpered.
He pushed me backwards onto the couch so he could get on top of me now, and stared directly into my eyes as he tortured me. He put his two fingers back through my now-dripping entrance, and his thumb on my clit as he continued. I implored him with my eyes to have mercy and let me come.
He kissed my neck and said, dangerously close to my ear, “or maybe you want to help Daddy fuck other women. Do you want to be a good girl and suck Daddy’s cock to get him ready for one of your friends?” I can’t grind much underneath his weight, but I try. I felt the wet spot underneath my butt growing. “Mmm, babygirl I think you do. Maybe you want to eat her pussy to get her ready for Daddy’s cock. God, babygirl, your kitty is strangling my fingers right now. You love this.”
I whimpered so badly I actually started crying. “Yes, Daddy! Please! I want to watch you fuck other women. Please let me cum! Please! I’ll do anything.”
“Okay, babygirl. Cum for Daddy.” Before the words were even out of his mouth, he hooked his two fingers inside me upwards and pressed his thumb down on my clit and I shattered. An inhuman choked scream escaped my lips as sobs and pleasure racked my body in equal measure.
He pulled me up and pulled me into his lap. He stroked my back gently as I cried, the sensation and emotion just wrecking me in a way I’d never experienced before. He made a very calming and comforting “shhhh” sound over and over. I breathed in his plum and bergamot fragrance mixed with sweat. I soaked in his scent and touch as I found my way back to some semblance of self-control.
“I love you so much, babygirl. I’m so proud of you.” He finally said when I’d stopped crying.
“What does this mean, Daddy?” I asked weakly.
He kissed my forehead gently. “Babygirl, I think this means you’re a cuckquean.”
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