Page 9 of Disciplined by the Sexy Lumberjack

CHAPTER EIGHT

Kaylee

God, it’s weird how much I like Daddy being in charge.

Well, maybe that’s not a good way to put it.

I mean, he’s not in charge of everything but only things I ask for him to… well, to be in charge of, I guess. I can’t believe I was so afraid of this. I mean, it’s really like I’m in charge of myself.

I guess there’s nothing like my first ever school year with straight A’s to make me rethink things. I suppose that’s what’s got me all in a tizzy about things. Daddy doesn’t know yet. He’s asleep on the bed and I just discovered my grades by logging into my account with my phone.

Straight A’s!

He’s going to be so proud of me, and that means he’s going to make the day all about me. I know that will be wonderful, and I’m grateful for that but I want a chance to appreciate him before that happens. I put my phone down and carefully get out of bed. I hurry to the bathroom and as quietly as I can, I put on eye shadow, eyeliner, blush, and lipstick. I pull my hair into a ponytail and secure it with a pink bow. Then, I make sure my nail polish is touched up. When Daddy wakes, I want him to see his sexy little girl.

When he wakes up.

Specifically, I want him to open his eyes and see his sexy little girl with her mouth on his cock.

I keep from giggling as I walk quietly from the restroom to the bed and as carefully as I can get the blankets out of the way. I don’t know why it’s so important to me he wakes up in the middle of the blowjob but…

Well, I guess I do know.

He’s going to make today all about me, and I want the morning to be all about him before that. It’s strange to want that. I don’t know why I do. I can’t deny I feel that way, though, and I don’t care to deny it anyway.

God, I am ready to have a fucking giggling fit! Once I start, there’s no chance I’ll be able to stop.

That’s why I throw caution to the wind, scramble onto the bed and just envelop his cock with my mouth. Sure, it doesn’t follow my plan as closely as I intended but giggling like crazy, so he wakes up without even feeling my mouth isn’t my plan anyway. Thankfully, the moment I’m in the middle of it, the giggles disappear.

For now, anyway.

I adjust myself so my back is arched, and my ass is in the air. I put one hand on his balls and one on his abdomen as I suck gently and move my tongue. I gently caress his abdomen and more firmly caress his balls. For me, there’s a really powerful thrill about him growing in my mouth while he’s asleep, about the thought that he’ll wake up because his body feels pleasure and then he’ll see me right there. It’s why I went through the trouble of getting dolled up. I mean, I guess it’s a power trip. Maybe, anyway. Is it a power trip to like him waking up like he’s in Heaven just because I’m the reason for it? That’s a question for philosophers, I guess. I mean, if you like for someone to be happy, making them happy is probably selfish, right?

Oh, who the hell cares? This is fun as hell.

By now, he’s hard, and I move my mouth without thinking a whole lot about it. What matters I guess, is that I just love how this makes him feel. I guess, more accurately, I love how his reactions make me think he feels. I love hearing how his breathing changes, how it gets interrupted a little bit as his body starts trying to wake up and how there are sighing murmurs mixed in with everything. Again, without thinking about it, I get more aggressive. I go deeper and move my tongue a lot more. I’m thrilled, beyond thrilled.

Jesus.

I think I love this man.

I… I do.

I love him.

The realization stops me. I freeze for a moment, and it’s a good thing I freeze when I’m deep because it’s easy for him to assume I’m just making it better for him with a long pause while most of his cock is in my mouth. I suppose also, part of what makes it good that it happens when I’m deep has to do with the depth making the pause only as long as I can handle being so deep.

I get back to work, and I’m a hell of a lot more enthusiastic. I love that I hear him say in a groggy voice, “Jesus Christ…” and then in a clear, sharp voice, “Jesus Christ!” just as his cock swells and he cums. I feel such a surge of excitement and suck hard as I gulp it all down.

Ordinarily, I’d try to torment him a little bit just like I do when he cums in my pussy but I don’t. It’s a special day and I just want it beautiful for him. I gradually diminish the suction until I’m just gently suckling. Finally, I pull my mouth off and kiss the tip. “I love you, Daddy,” I say.

Holy shit.

I don’t intend to say that! I intend to just wish him a good morning or something! Great job, Kaylee you weirdo. Suck a guy off and then spring that on him when he cums. What the heck is wrong with me? Oh God, what if he doesn’t say it back, for God’s sake. I feel like I’m going to pass out!

He pulls me up so I’m on top of him and then hugs me tightly, “I love you, too, little girl.”

It’s a perfect moment.

And it’s perfect when he sees my grades.

He takes me out to ice cream and it’s perfect.

Everything is perfect. I mean, I just can’t believe how wonderful it all feels. I think I tell him I love him nine or ten times just to hear him say it back. And he does! He says it back every single time. Something else that’s amazing happens later that night when I discover there’s just nothing better than saying it in the middle of sex.

Yeah, I’m being overly dramatic and super romantic and silly.

So what. I’m silly. I can live with that.