Georgia's Daddy (12 page)

Unable to resist the temptation, she eagerly agreed. When she’d found an open dressing room and slipped it on, she couldn’t help but beam at her reflection. The dress had cap sleeves and a modest neckline, but otherwise looked very much like something she would wear. She practically bounded out of the dressing room to show it to Sam, who looked just as pleased as she’d hoped he’d be.

“Beautiful, baby-girl.” He whistled appreciatively.

Giggling, Georgia gave a little twirl in her dress. “Can we get it?”

“We absolutely can. Why don’t you go look at some shoes to go with it?”

“Ooh!” she squealed before running over to the back of the store where the shoes were displayed. She knew she was acting every bit the part of a little right now, but she didn’t care. She’d never felt so
free
. And
Sam
had given her that. It was a bigger gift than he’d ever know.

In the end, they went to the checkout counter with two dresses, a unicorn nightshirt that he’d seen her eyeing, and a pair of shiny black Mary Janes. She’d selected them with a delighted sense of nostalgia. She’d had a pair years ago and had, in the words of her mother, worn them ragged. Sam also seemed pleased with the shopping trip. She’d never known a guy to be so patient and helpful on such an outing, much less to suggest it himself.

The same sales associate that had directed them to the dresses earlier checked them out.

“You’ve got a keeper there,” she’d told Georgia with a wink.

“Yes.” She’d reached for Sam’s hand and given it a squeeze. “I sure do.”

* * *

It was before noon the following day when Georgia heard a knock at the door.

“Who’s that?” her dad queried.

“No idea. I’m not expecting anyone. Are you waiting on a package?”

“Don’t think so,” he grunted, turning his attention back to his paper.

With a shrug, Georgia went for the door. When she saw Sam standing on the other side, she let out an excited giggle. “What’s this? Two days in a row?”

“What can I say? I couldn’t resist. Come here, you look beautiful.”

She’d been hoping he’d think so—she was wearing the dress they’d picked out the day before, along with her new Mary Janes. Just putting them on had given her an excited glow. She eagerly stepped into his embrace and allowed herself to be cuddled. Sam gave the best cuddles—he was so big and strong and she’d never felt so protected as when she was in his embrace.

“I like this,” he commented, tugging at one of her braids. “You should wear your hair like this more often.”

“Is that what you came over for? To tell me you like my hair?” she teased.

“No. I came for—” he bent his head to her ear and whispered, “—day two of your little transformation.”

Georgia furrowed her brow and giggled. “Oh, really? And what’s on the docket today? Do I get a pony?”

“Now, young lady.” He wagged his finger at her, mock-stern. “You know you are nowhere
near
good enough for a pony.”

Her giggles turned into full-blown laughter so loud that she almost didn’t hear her dad as he called, “Who’s there, Georgia?”

“It’s just Sam!” she called back between laughter.

“
Just
?” he repeated, shaking his head at her. “I can see we need a lesson in respect. It’s a good thing I came over.”

She rolled her eyes at him and turned to go back into the dining room, yelping in surprise as Sam landed a firm, quick smack to the back of her dress. She turned her head to glower, but he only grinned back at her, unrepentant.

“Hello, Mr. Miller. I was wondering if I could take Georgia off your hands for a bit?”

“Please do. I’m working on my puzzle and the girl keeps messing up my concentration.”

“Dad, I’ve told you, Sudoku isn’t an advanced crossword.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, waving her away. “Have fun, you two.”

“So,” Georgia said as she buckled her seatbelt, “what
are
we doing?”

“Hmm, I think I like keeping up a little mystery. But I
will
tell you that there’s ice cream involved, but
only
if you’re a good girl.”

“Any flavor I want?” she asked, her mouth already beginning to water.

“Any flavor.”

“Two scoops?”

Sam gave her a comically stern frown. “Don’t push your luck.”

“Are you at least going to tell me what I have to do to earn my one
measly
scoop?”

“You’ll see. I
will
tell you that we’re going to the shed. You’ve been warned.”

Georgia felt a shivery thrill shoot through her. His shed had quickly become a place featured in some of her best memories. It was where he disciplined her when she was naughty with his wall of hard paddles and punishing leather, but at the same time it was also where she’d experienced nearly every orgasm he’d ever given her. Which probably explained why every time he said the word
shed
, her body didn’t know whether to react with goosebumps and curling toes or a churning tummy, so she always experienced a strangely exhilarating combination.

She reached across the bench seat and took his hand. They sat like that in silence for the short ride to his place and she soon found herself walking into the shed.

“Here, this is for you.”

Georgia furrowed her brow at the black bandana that dangled from Sam’s hand. “Okay… what do you want me to do with it?”

“It’s to cover your eyes, silly. Come over here and I’ll tie it around you.”

She went to him obediently and allowed him to cover her eyes. “A surprise?”

“You could say that, yes.”

“Well, if it’s not a surprise, then you can tell me.”

“Hmm, nice try. Don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough.”

But ‘soon enough’ wasn’t nearly as soon as Georgia would have liked. She allowed Sam to lead her by the hand and then she found herself being hoisted up. She’d been in the shed enough times to know that he was laying her on the wooden table near the back. But today it had been covered with a warm, cozy blanket.

A gasp slipped past her lips as she felt Sam lift the hem of her dress, exposing her panties. He’d looked at them before, but there was something about not being able to see his expression as he did so that was both exciting and made her feel somehow vulnerable. Then, when his thumbs hooked into the waistband, slowly pulling them down, her entire body tingled. The man certainly knew how to plan a surprise.

Georgia bolted upright when she felt something warm and wet land directly onto her exposed pussy. “What’s that?” she yelped.

“Relax, baby, you’re fine,” he assured her in that deep, comforting voice of his. “Just lie back down and don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of you, I promise.”

Slowly, bit by bit, she inched back down until she was lying over the table once more. “What is it?”

“I’m shaving you, that’s all.”

She spluttered a surprised laugh. “That’s all?” she echoed.

“Yep. The blindfold is so that the overhead light won’t hurt your eyes. Besides, I think it’ll be fun for you to be surprised by the finished product.”

“Okay.” She forced herself to relax, as he’d instructed her to. At first, she felt kind of indifferent about the loss of the wiry hair that covered her sex. She was used to it, of course, but not emotionally attached to it or anything. But as Sam removed it with careful, gentle strokes, it somehow became something more. It felt intimate, sexy, and downright erotic. He was pampering her, in his own way, and claiming her even more as his little girl. The thought sent thrilling chills up and down her body and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you cold?” he asked, concerned. “We’re almost done here and then I’ll warm you right up.”

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d received such an impressive offer!

After a few more minutes, Sam pronounced the job finished.

“Can I take off my blindfold?”

“Not just yet. I told you I’m going to take you out for dessert.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, you’ll have to wait a little bit longer for your ice cream because I’m going to have my dessert now,” he declared. And with that, she felt the warmth of his breath on her sex moments before his tongue delved in to explore her.

He had her moaning and writhing on the table in a matter of seconds. He was very skilled at pleasuring her—a fact that she knew all too well already. As his tongue teased her lady bits, she sighed and moaned, moving her hips as the tension built in the pit of her belly.

“Don’t you dare come without permission,” he paused long enough to say mere moments before his tongue was back to driving her wild.

Somehow, the order
not
to come always made her want to that much more! Perhaps he knew this already; maybe that was why he gave the order in the first place. In an effort to obey him, she clutched fistfuls of blanket as she tried to resist the urge. As his very capable mouth got the better of her, however, her legs began to tremble under the strain.

“Ooh, Daddy, please,” she moaned. “I need to come.”

“Just a little longer, baby,” he promised as his tongue flicked over her nub.

She growled, half out of frustration and half out of longing. But she couldn’t help but notice that the forced delay heightened the pleasure. Every single hair on her body stood up and her muscles were taut, all waiting for release.

“Now, baby, now,” he told her, just in time, too, because Georgia was about to be reduced to tears trying to resist.

Her body spasmed with release almost on command. She felt Sam’s arms come around her as she began to soar to a land far, far away, a land where daddies were patient, gentle, and kind and loved their little girls very much.

Chapter Six

“Georgia?”

She’d just been coming down the stairs when she heard her father call. “Hmm?”

“Did you remember to get the car’s oil changed?”

“Oh. No, I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“Again?” he asked, clearly perturbed.

“I’m sorry. I can take it later today.”

“Well, that’s just the problem. The car won’t start, so it doesn’t look like either of us are going anywhere.”

“Seriously?” She pushed the curtain aside to look out the window, as though looking at her car would give her an idea as to how it was working.

“‘Fraid so. You know, Georgia, car maintenance is important if you want to have a working vehicle.”

“I said I’m sorry, Dad.”

“Yeah, I heard you. Well, I guess you’ll just have to walk to Sam’s tonight.”

“We were supposed to meet downtown.”

“I guess you could call him for a ride.”

Satisfied with the suggestion, she whipped out her phone and sent him a text. His reply was almost instant and he told her he’d be there to pick her up in five minutes. Georgia relayed the information to her dad, who was still clearly less than happy with her. And she had to admit, she
did
feel guilty for forgetting. She’d just been having so much fun with Sam that she’d pretty much forgotten everything else. Not that she felt comfortable saying that aloud to her father.

Sam hadn’t left for their date yet, so he made it to her place in no time. She’d expected to just meet him at the car, but to her surprise he came to the door.

“Hey.” She greeted him with a smile.

“You look beautiful,” he said, giving her a quick peck.

“Thank you.” She beamed back at him. “Are you ready to go?”

“In just a minute. I thought I’d have a word with your dad to see if I can be any help. I don’t know everything about cars, but I can fix a few things.”

“Oh, um, actually he’s planning on taking it into the shop tomorrow, so you don’t—”

“No sense in him wasting the money to have someone else do it if we can get it figured out here,” he reasoned.

“That’s very thoughtful, but I don’t think—” She broke off, flushing when he gave her that knowing stare of his.

“Is there something you’re not telling me, Georgia?”

“Ah, well… the thing is—”

“Sam, there you are. I really appreciate you stopping by to give Georgia a ride.” He cast her a slightly scolding look.

She knew he’d caught the look when he spoke again.

“Not a problem, I’m happy to do it. So, do you have any idea what might have gone wrong with the car?”

“Well, Georgia here has been too busy, as of late, to get the oil changed in the car.”

“Is that so?”

“Not that I don’t understand,” her dad added, chuckling. “I know other plans take priority, and she did get into a Master’s program, after all.”

“Why don’t we go outside and take a look? Maybe I can lend you a hand.”

“Well, I’d sure appreciate it, if you don’t mind. I know you two have plans.”

“I’m sure we can spare a few minutes, isn’t that right, Georgia?”

“Right,” she squeaked, hoping that her father hadn’t noticed. She knew she was in trouble. Damn it, she should have just
walked
to meet him, or texted him from the road. She would have, had she thought it through.

It turned out to take more than a few minutes. Sam poked his head back in after twenty minutes to tell her that the filter was clogged and that the engine had gotten too hot. “It looks like it hasn’t been changed in the last year.”

“Well, in my defense, he’s only been telling me over the summer.” Oops. She could tell that she hadn’t earned herself any points with that one. And, come to think of it, hadn’t he mentioned something about it over Thanksgiving break, too? Not that Sam had to know that. In fact, it was probably better if he didn’t.

“This is going to take a while. Better plan on having dinner in. You can make us something here, right? I assume you
have
gone to the grocery store this week?”

She winced. He was only half teasing. “Yes, Sir. I did manage that.”

“Good to hear it. Just make something simple. We’ll be in when we’re through.”

Georgia nodded and waited until the door had closed behind him before she allowed herself to pout. She was less than thrilled with this new arrangement, but she knew that she had no one to blame but herself. And worse, now Sam knew it, too.