Daddy's Sweetheart Part 2 Page 11

  He longed to know her mind. He longed to really talk to her. She was more than just a beautiful child that he could mold. He wanted to feel a little resistance when he pushed on the surface of her personality.

  He had tried to joke with her before and had only ended up hurting her.

  She was so sensitive.

  Maybe the stuffed animals would help her work her way towards having a real personality. She could practice her social skills with them.

  With time she could develop a personality that wasn't just based on her neediness.

  He would really like that. A personality, where when she wanted something she would seek him out and tell him her wants and needs.He wished that she would ask him questions, like a curious child. He could explain the world to her then. Teach her to see things through his eyes.

  Maybe with time they would be able to talk to each other.

  Amelia moved in a little closer to him and laid her hand on his shoulder. She was looking for his closeness. She wasn't repulsed and pushing him away. She wasn't just tolerating him, like she sometimes did. This was great.

  He kissed the top of her head and leaned his head in towards hers as they walked on.

  Brian brought her back to their hotel. It was already very quiet. This wasn't a big hotel with someone at the desk around the clock but a tiny one, that he had to open the door with a key that they had given him before he and Amelia had left.

  Once they were in their room he made quick work of getting undressed. Amelia was kneeling on the floor looking at her babies, the only ones he would be able to give her. That thought saddened him, but she looked content enough at the moment.

  “Amelia, sweetheart, time for bed. You have to pick out one to sleep with. Which one will be your Winnie-the-Pooh. Trust me the others will understand.”

  She looked torn. This was a big decision for her. He even felt that she had been quicker to agree to marry him than to pick out an animal. She picked up a bear with a pink ribbon around its neck. It was the one he knew she was going to pick.

  She peeked back at him to see if he approved.

  He nodded and she walked over to the bed, and laid the bear down on her pillow, before she went to him, so he could undress her.

  His fingers went right to her neck and unzipped her dress. She wasn't wearing her normal clothes but dresses that were perfect for summer. She was just a beautiful woman to anyone who saw her. People didn't know she were prettier things at home for him.

  Brian pushed the dress away from her shoulders. Seeing her naked was always a treat. There was just something so vulnerable about her without her clothes on.

  She was a real beauty. Her shoulders were soft and rounded. Not hard like his. He took a moment to gently caress her. Her back still had bruises but he liked the way it was wide at her shoulder and got smaller, tapering down to her waist.

  Brian pushed the dress down even further. He bent down to help her get out of the dress. He liked her bottom, which was starting to fill out now that she was eating regularly.

  Her legs were also very shapely as she bent a leg to lift it out of the dress. She was barefoot, having taking off her flats at the door when they came in.

  She had gotten a bit of coloring from their day at the amusement park yesterday.

  He moved away from her to lay her dress down, giving himself a moment to let the excitement build. His blood was racing through his body and he had never felt healthier.

  He went back to her and removed her bra. She had the most wonderful breasts. They fit into his hands as if they had been made to do that. There was nothing about them, that said little girl.

  Brian was glad about that. He was a breast man. He liked any activity where he got to see, touch or suck on them.

  Brian knew that she enjoyed it, too. They perked up so nicely for him.

  He helped her step out of her underwear and brought her to bed. His need was too great to do anything else with her.

  She laid back on her elbows for him and opened her legs.

  His finger checked her to see how far along she was. She still needed a moment before he could enter her.

  He let his hand glide along her body. Barely touching her. He rounded his hand over her breast not removing his hand from her body.

  She laid in bed staring at him. She had the look of a woman, who knew that her man was in control and that he would see to her needs.

  Her hands were on the pillow over her head with the palms facing up.

  One hand laid so close to her bear. It was a perfectly erotic scene.

  Brian had to admit to himself that he was in love with this woman-child.

  ***

  The next day was my Daddy's birthday. We were on our way to Switzerland. Daddy pulled the car over in the middle of the mountains so we could look around. He wrapped his arms around me.

  “Look at that lake down there.” He pointed to the bluest lake I have ever seen.

  “I have an idea. Let's put our swimsuits on and go swimming.”

  I felt like he hit me. I shook my head.

  “Come on it will be fun.”

  “Really Daddy, no.” He was holding me from behind so he couldn't see my face.

  “Let me guess you can't swim. That isn't a problem. I'm a great swimmer. I have a life savior's certificate. Come on let's go.” He let go and moved back towards the car.

  “Daddy, you can go without me,” I suggested.

  “Amelia, are you afraid of water, too?”

  “No, Daddy.” I looked down at my shoes.

  How could he forget what my back looked like? No one could see me like that.

  “Give me one good reason why not,” he demanded.

  I hated admitting it. So I avoided it. “I don't have a swimsuit.”

  “Didn't Nanny pack one for you?”

  “No.”

  “I don't believe this. I extra told her to pack one.”

  “When?”

  “It doesn't matter when. When I tell her to do something I expect her to obey. Well, never mind. I'll buy you one now. I'm sure we'll find one in the village down there.” He pointed to a village on the shore of the lake. The houses were all huddled together. The fields surrounded it in a circle. Nothing was square shaped like at home.

  “Daddy wait, I can't go with you. You go. I'll watch.”

  “Amelia, I am this close to laying you over my knee.” He held up his fingers showing less than an inch in between his thumb and pointer finger.

  I stepped forward to him, he was standing by the car with his door open. “Nanny didn't pack one because I'm not allowed to go,” I whispered into his ear.

  His look told me that he didn't understand.

  I sunk my head. “Because of my back,” I whispered.

  I peeked at him to see if he understood.

  His jaw was tight. “Get in.”

  I didn't argue anymore. I did as he said immediately.

  He drove off without a word.

  We didn't speak at all until we arrived at our hotel a few hours later. It was the big fancy kind again. Several people grabbed our luggage when we arrived. We went to our suite and Daddy unpacked a little.

  Daddy said that this was the last hotel we would be staying at. He explained that he had work to do again and the rest of the week.

  I got the idea, the honeymoon was over.

  We went down to eat at the hotel's restaurant. Daddy ordered for me in French. “You aren't the only one who speaks a foreign language.” He smiled at me.

  I smiled back. I hoped, that meant he wasn't mad at me anymore. “What business do you still have to do, Daddy?”

  “Oh, nothing interesting. You don't have to worry about that. Rest assured that Daddy is taking care of everything.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I racked my brain trying desperately to think of something to say. “I have been worrying about my animals. I would like to take them home in my carry on. They couldn't get lost that way.”

  Daddy was trying very hard not
to laugh. “If that would make you feel more comfortable.”

  I nodded. I couldn't think of anything else to say. We ate in silence.

  My Daddy was now thirty. This had to have been his most boring birthday ever.

  When we got back to our room I checked on my animals. Daddy was smiling at me with so much love, as I did that. This was the only gift I could give him on his birthday.

  A normal wife would have gone shopping, and bought her husband a present. She would know his interests well enough to do that. I didn't.

  Daddy grabbed me from behind and pulled me close against his body. He moved my hair off to the side and kissed my neck. “You were the most beautiful woman at dinner. The other women can't smile like you can.”

  I had to smile when he said that. I was blushing even.

  His fingers were quickly opening the back of my dress. It was one of the new ones that we had boughten in Salzburg. It was out of pink silk, with a pretty apron. I felt beautiful in it. Lots of other women had also had dresses on like mine.

  Daddy would fit in here really well.

  Daddy was kissing every part of my body that he bared.

  I was getting weak in the knees and leaning back into his strong chest.

  “Daddy loves you so much. Do you know that?”

  I was naked in the meantime. It took me a moment to realize that he was staring at my back.

  I didn't know what to say. I hung my head and wondered if he was looking for absolution from me. “We both love each other very much,” I answered him.

  His arms wrapped around and he hugged me from behind. I tried to move so I was facing him but he was holding me so tightly. His head was laying on my shoulder.

  After a moment he loosened his grasp and turned me, so I was facing him. He slowly lowered his mouth to mine.

  We kissed until I was breathless. I had to take a big gulp of air.

  That made him smile.

  He kissed me several more times, each kiss gained on intensity.

  “Daddy, my knees.”

  “I got you, sweetheart.” He bent down and grabbed me behind my knees, swooping me into his arms. I gave out a surprised scream that made him smile. “Sweetheart, that was just the first of many screams that you will be giving me tonight.”

  He was acting so boyish, and teasing me.

  I liked it. I had to smile at him. “Happy Birthday, Daddy.”

  “This is going to be my best birthday ever.” He was looking down at my body like he meant it.

  “Daddy, do you think I am pretty?” I asked that like I expected a no.

  “I sure do, sweetheart.” He laid me down on the bed. And sat down next to me. I was completely naked and he was completely dressed, but somehow it didn't feel weird.

  “I think the best thing I could do would be to just touch you everywhere where I think you are beautiful.”

  I tried not to grin, because I was smiling so wide, that I was showing more teeth than a horse.

  Daddy smiled back at me before his head bend down over my left breast. “These are especially beautiful.” His hands cupped both of my breasts. He sucked on my left nipple.

  His touches felt so good that I could hardly breathe.

  “Oh Daddy, I love you so much.” I was supporting my weight on my elbows, but I longed to touch him, too.

  I carefully moved so I was laying on my back. My right hand was resting on the back of his head. I felt motherly as I did that. Like I was the adult, caring for him.

  I had an epiphany in that moment. By relaxing into the roll that he wanted me to play, I was giving him what he needed. I was being the woman / mother person of our family, who nurtured the needs of those around her.

  Didn't a wife and mother sacrifice for her family? Doing what was best for the others, and thinking of herself last? By being what he wanted I was fulfilling my own need to be an important part of a family.

  I had a feeling in that moment that everything was going to work out. We would have one of those amazing marriages. We just needed time to get to know each other.

  “Thank you so much for taking me on a Honeymoon, Daddy. I have never been happier.”

  He looked at me and smiled. “I couldn't agree more, sweetheart.” He was giving me a look, looking at me in a way like he never had before.

  I could see that he believed me.

  He touched me everywhere where a man could touch a woman, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

  I touched him everywhere where I could reach him, too. I ended up whispering 'Daddy' over and over in his ear. I was panting and even scratching his back.

  I didn't mean to, but my fingers curled up and dug into his skin. He thrust harder as I did that, like a horse being whipped to go faster.

  My toes curled in and I screamed out his name. The one, only I got to call him by.

  By day I reread my book, by night we made love. In between I played with my animals. They were the only ones I had to talk to.

  I longed to get to know Daddy better. Given the chance to ask questions I would probably ask him something stupid. Like what his favorite color was.

  But I would have really liked to look inside of his head.

  I wanted to see if I was making him happy now that I was getting the hang of things.

  We flew home on Saturday. Daddy watched a couple of movies with me on the plane. But when I slept he worked. Daddy was a good provider.

  I told him that when I woke up. He gave me a big smile, like he did when I picked the wrong hand when he was hiding a ribbon behind his back.

  On Sunday, Daddy hung my German dresses in my closet except the one I was wearing. I lovingly showed my animals their new home. I played with them while Daddy smiled at me.

  I peeked over my shoulder and giggled back to Daddy. We were both happy.

  I had figured out how to live here successfully.

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