CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE

VOILET POV

I feel like I’m flying.

      He loves me.

      And I love him.

      It’s real. It’s all real.

      He pulls out so slowly, so gentle now he’s come. I try to move but he shakes his head. He kneels between my legs and spreads my pussy with his fingers. I feel so open. Shy, too. I feel so shy.

      “You have the prettiest little pussy, Violet. Daddy wants to see you all full up with his cum.”

      I feel the burn on my cheeks, and I gasp as he slides his finger inside me.

      “So tight.”

      I feel his finger moving around, and then another.

      “We’re going to have so much fun together, Violet.”

      I’m already having more fun than I’ve ever had. I tell him so and he smiles.

      “This is only the beginning.”

      I believe him. I can’t wait to see what else Daddy Spencer has to show me.

      He lowers his mouth and kisses me where it’s tender. “Thank you, Violet, for the greatest gift.”

      “You’re welcome, Daddy.” I beam as I stare at him, and wonder how I ever lived without him. I wonder how I ever thought my life could mean anything without him in it.

      It makes me want to cry, this love I feel. It’s so strong, and so beautiful.

      He doesn’t seem to understand the tears. His eyes are so worried. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Does it hurt?”

      I shake my head. “No,” I tell him. “It’s all amazing, I just… my heart feels so full…”

      He pulls me into his arms in a beat, and they hold me so tight, my cheek to his chest as the happy tears fall.

      “I love you, Violet,” he whispers. “You brought me back to life.”

      “You gave me a life.”

      “Fate,” he says, and I smile.

      I wonder if he really believes it, like I do.

      And then I wonder if I’m pregnant. I wonder if Daddy’s cum will give me a baby.

      He doesn’t seem to be thinking about it, so I don’t say anything.

  “We’d better get you cleaned up,” he says, and I nod. I need a pee and it feels all squelchy down there. I only notice the stain on the bed when I get to my feet.

It’s dark pink with splotches of red. Blood. My blood.

      I feel sorry for it, but Daddy is smiling. He touches it like it’s magic.

      “You bled for me,” he says. “Such a beautiful gift from a beautiful girl.”

      I think it’s beautiful too, in a weird way.

   Maggie Connor would think I was crazy. She’d think the whole thing was crazy. But I can’t wait to tell her anyway.

 I want to tell her how amazing it feels not to be a virgin anymore. I want to tell her how Daddy Spencer loved me so hard.

      But first I need to pee.

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Daddy Spencer follows me into the bathroom, he takes my hands as I lower myself to the toilet, as though I need help. My legs are unsteady, but not that unsteady. I wait for him to leave, but he doesn’t. He pulls some toilet paper from the roll and presses it between my legs.

There’s more blood when he wipes me. He holds the paper so I can see the stain.

 “It’ll stop soon,” he says, but I’m not worried. I’m more worried that I need a pee.

      “I need to go,” I tell him.

He doesn’t move at all. “We have no secrets, remember?”

My cheeks burn at the thought of Daddy Spencer watching me pee. Even though he’s seen inside me, and felt in there, and his cum is dripping out of me right now, it still feels so icky to pee in front of him.

 “No secrets, Violet,” he repeats. “Daddy wants to see.”

“You want to watch me… pee?” I ask him, sure I must be wrong, but he nods.

 “Daddy wants to see everything.” He puts his hands on my knees and pulls them apart, and I can’t go, not while he’s watching. A tiny little trickle drips into the toilet, and his eyes are dark again.

  I can’t believe he wants it, but he does.

      I feel so tickly at the thought. Squirmy as he puts his fingers down there and spreads me open.

      “Show Daddy, Violet.”

      “But I…”

      “Violet,” he says, and it’s stern. “No secrets.”

      I don’t want secrets from Daddy. Even if they are icky ones.

I have to close my eyes to pee. It’s so hard to make myself go, but once I start I can’t stop. It comes out in a stream, splashing into the water underneath, and I’m sure some of it must go on Daddy’s fingers but he doesn’t care. It gives me tickles. Strange tickles right the way through me.

      “Not so bad, is it?” he asks.

      I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”

      My pee sounds so loud as it lands. My cheeks feel so hot as he stares.

 And then I finish, and it’s a relief. I reach for the toilet paper but he’s there first. He tears some off and wipes me. Daddy Spencer wipes my pussy. It's the most normal thing in the world.

      I shouldn’t like it. I’m sure I shouldn’t like it. But I do.

      “All clean,” he tells me, and his eyes are smiling. He kisses me quickly before he reaches for the flush, and his cock is hard again as he gets to his feet.

      I must look scared as I stare at it, because he laughs as he pulls me up.

      “Bedtime,” he tells me. “I think my little girl’s had more than enough cock for one day.”

      I’m only half relieved.