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  “It feels good,” I told him, bit­ing my lips. “You’re really big, Papa so it’s a tight fit but…I like it. I want more.”

  “All right, but go slowly,” Salt said sternly. “Don’t hurt your­self, mishka. Come down care­fully and let a few more inches slide into your tight little Baby­girl cunt.”

  Moan­ing again, I did as he said. I could feel his thick­ness stretch­ing my in­ner walls but I loved the sen­sa­tion—wel­comed the feel­ing of my part­ner—my Papa—slid­ing so deeply into me.

  Salt stopped me again when he was halfway in­side.

  “How does it feel?” he asked, search­ing my face. “You are very tight around me. Am I hurt­ing you, mishka?”

  “No, Papa.” I wiggled a little, twitch­ing my hips to get him a little deeper into me. “No, I like it—I want more.”

  “You can have more, Baby­girl,” he mur­mured, his eyes blaz­ing. “You can have as much as you want—as much as you can take. Come down all the way now but do it slowly.”

  I did as he said, lower­ing my­self onto him as inch after thick inch of his long shaft slid into me. At last I felt the broad head of his cock kiss the mouth of my womb and I knew he was as deep in­side me as he could pos­sibly go.

  “Oh, Papa,” I moaned as I settled fully into his lap. “Oh God, you’re all the way in me now—so deep in­side me!”

  “Mmm, so I am.” Salt reached between us and spread my pussy lips, show­ing the place where we were joined. I bit my lip at the erotic sight of his thick shaft spread­ing me so wide and pen­et­rat­ing me to the hilt.

  “Oh,” I whispered.

  “Look at what a good girl you are, mishka,” Salt told me, look­ing up and strok­ing my cheek. “Look at how you took all of your Papa’s big cock deep in your tight little cunt.”

  “God, Papa,” I whispered, put­ting my arms around his neck. “It feels so good to have you so deep in­side me. Are…are you go­ing to fuck me now?”

  “No.” Salt kissed me ten­derly. “Now I will make love to you—we will make love to­gether,” he mur­mured. “Look into my eyes, mishka. Look at your Papa while you ride his cock.”

  “Papa,” I whispered and then he began to move in a slow, hip-rolling rhythm that made me moan every time his cock thrust home in­side me.

  Keep­ing my eyes locked with his, I braced my­self against his broad shoulders and tried to meet him thrust for thrust. Tried to be open enough for his thick­ness as he fucked me—as he claimed me com­pletely.

  The pleas­ure went on and on, build­ing as Salt thrust in­side me. We worked in si­lence for a time, find­ing each other’s rhythm, learn­ing each other’s bod­ies in a way that was com­pletely new and ut­terly amaz­ing. Salt watched me the whole time, his eyes trained on my face as he filled me. I loved feel­ing all of his at­ten­tion centered on me—know­ing that we were fi­nally giv­ing ourselves to each other in the way both of us had longed to do for so long.

  “That’s right, my darling,” Salt mur­mured as he thrust slowly into me. “Open all the way for me. Open your sweet little pussy wide to take all of your Papa’s cock.”

  “I…I’m try­ing,” I whispered, spread­ing my legs a little wider. “Get into me deep, Papa—I want to feel you all the way in­side me.”

  “And that is where I want to be when I come. Tell me, mishka,” he mur­mured. “Do you want your Papa to come deep in your pussy?”

  “Yes, Papa,” I moaned, grip­ping his shoulders tighter. “Yes, please—I want that so bad.”

  “I can al­most feel your tight little pussy suck­ing the cream right out of me,” he groaned, still thrust­ing in­side me. “You are so very tight, my darling. And such a good girl to let your Papa come in­side you.”

  His con­stant stream of dirty talk and the feel­ing of his thick­ness filling me over and over was push­ing me to­wards the edge all over again. Then Salt upped the game by find­ing my throb­bing clit with his thumb.

  “Oh!” I gasped as I felt him start to slip the broad pad of his thumb over and around my swollen bud. “Oh, Papa!”

  “Are you close, mishka?” he asked, his deep voice hoarse with de­sire. “Are you close to com­ing all over your Papa’s cock?”

  “Yes,” I whispered and as I spoke, I felt the or­gasm spill­ing over me, drench­ing me in pleas­ure like warm honey. “Oh God, yes—Papa, yes, I’m com­ing.”

  “I can feel you, Baby­girl,” he groaned, his hand tight­en­ing on my hip. “Can feel you com­ing with my cock bur­ied so deep in­side you.”

  “You come too,” I begged him. “Come with me, Salt.”

  “Andi,” he groaned and crushed me to him. I moaned in his ear as I felt him throb in­side me.

  And then he was com­ing too, com­ing hard and spurt­ing deep in my pussy—claim­ing me forever as his. His Baby­girl, his part­ner, his lover, his friend…his mishka and his Andi. I was his—his com­pletely and there was no one else I would rather be­long to than my part­ner who was also my Papa.

  Epi­logue

  “I still don’t un­der­stand why you wanted me to dress like this.” I looked down at the frilly blue party dress my part­ner had brought home for me to wear to wherever our Valentine’s Day date was be­ing held.

  The dress wasn’t quite as ob­vi­ously a little girl out­fit as the dresses I had worn at the In­sti­tute but it wasn’t far from it. It had a short skirt with a bow in the back and Salt had re­ques­ted that I wear the san­dals he’d got­ten me at the In­sti­tute with it. I felt con­spicu­ous in it and not just be­cause I don’t nor­mally wear dresses.

  “You look beau­ti­ful.” Salt smiled at me ap­prov­ingly as he steered the car. He had picked me up at my house at ex­actly seven o’clock and I still didn’t know where we were go­ing. No place too pub­lic, I hoped. Valentine’s Day or not, I didn’t want any­one I knew see­ing me dressed like this. Not that they would prob­ably guess at our hid­den re­la­tion­ship of “Papa and mishka,” but I would know and that would make me un­com­fort­able.

  Salt him­self was dressed in an im­macu­late black suit—what I now thought of as his “Papa out­fit” since he rarely dressed that way un­less we were “play­ing.” He seemed much more at ease in our new roles than I was, al­though I was try­ing to let go and re­lax—try­ing to trust him more as time went by. It had been nearly three months since our time at the In­sti­tute and I was still get­ting used to hav­ing Salt as more than just a part­ner—at home, any­way.

  At work, we ab­so­lutely never played—there we were just two good part­ners as we had been for the last three and a half years. But on our off hours…well, that was a dif­fer­ent story.

  We weren’t al­ways Papa and mishka but I had learned that Salt was will­ing and able to slip into the role any­time I needed him to. At first I felt nervous and shy about ask­ing for what I wanted. Part of me still saw it as a weak­ness—a sick­ness that I shouldn’t be in­dul­ging.

  Salt, how­ever, had ab­so­lutely no shame about it. If I wanted him to be my part­ner and talk shop about whatever case we were work­ing, he was will­ing. If I needed him to be my Papa and cuddle me in his lap, he was more than happy to do that too. And dur­ing sex, he fell into the role nat­ur­ally, keep­ing up a stream of dirty talk in his low, gut­tural voice that made me help­lessly hot, even when I wasn’t quite sure I should be.

  I couldn’t com­plain about our new and ex­pan­ded re­la­tion­ship—deep down I seemed to need it and Salt al­ways made it so good for me. He made me come over and over and lately he had re­in­tro­duced the plug, adding a whole new di­men­sion to our play.

  He hadn’t spanked me again though—that was one place he drew the line. I un­der­stood why. The way he had spanked me at the In­sti­tute had nearly ended our re­la­tion­ship. So I didn’t blame him but still, I couldn’t help feel­ing like there was a tiny piece miss­ing from our Daddy/Baby­girl dy­namic be­cause of the lack of dis­cip­line.