10 CHAPTER 08 - DADDY

(Donny)

I had a dream that morning. A strange and short dream. I dreamed Paul was lookimg at me in disdain, anf he turned his back on me and so I put a knife in his heart. He was bleeding and I was trying to run towards him to help. The more I ran, the farther he seemed to be. Then I stopped to breathe. He started to grow up, became huge, like a giant and told me "you fooled me", soon his blood flooded the place I was, and I began to drown. I woke up scared with him there, at my side covering my nose.

He smiled at me, and all I could do was jump to the ground and cling to his legs. This time there was no kiss on shoes or feet; this time there was no welcome back. This time I just cried with my face pressed against his knee and my arms tightening around his legs.

_ What was it, my Donny? - he asked me – whoa, hey, Calm down, calm down, I'm here!

I could only cry and think how much I felt abandoned when he left me early in the morning and had not come back soon or contacted me.

_ Come, let's take a shower! - he suggested. I did not move, I just cried and held his legs tight.

_I'm very tired, you will not believe how stressful it was ... I need to relax and need a shower. - He said trying to turn around without success.

When he finally got me off his legs, he kissed me and took me by the hand to the bedroom. There he sat on the bed to remove his socks and the rest of his clothes. Me, who was in bed on my knees and still with a few tears on my face, began to slowly approach him, and when he had completely undressed, I laid my head on his thigh with my face turned inward. His cock was under my cheek.

I started rubbing it, and his expressions on his face were not making a single reaction, just sticking a look of surprise. I felt his dick standing erect, liltte by little... and then I put it in my mouth. He tried to take it out, said he needed a shower because he had not had it in a day, but I continued to suck and started to cry, with less intensity, and he stopped trying to resist.

He pulled me to lie me on my stomach on the bed, then licked my ass, put on some kind of lubricant, and slipped his cock into me, slowly. He was being gentle, and I think it was due to my crying. He lay on top of me and then he made his moves.

One moment he put me on all fours and started pounding me harder. I lifted my body to glue my back to his chest, I pulled his head and kissed him. And so we stayed for a while, kissing. By the time I felt him shiver, he was cumming inside me and I was getting happy with that fact.

He disengaged me and lay down. Then I lay down beside him, my head on his chest. We did not say a word, we stay that way for a long time, until we sleep.

I woke up around noon, went to the bathroom to take a shower and clean myself. Paul was still on bed, I decided to prepare his coffee and take it to him. I just put on my shirt and so I did according my plan. I woke him up gently, I gave him a "good morning", I waited for Paul to sit down and put the tray on his lap. As he admired his hearty breakfast, I climbed into bed, stepped into the blanket, and laid my head on his shoulder, tightening his arms with mine.

_I need to take a shower first ... I'm stinky ... - he said without looking at me.

_I don't care. - I whispered.

He took my chin and kissed me.

_Are you better? - he asked me. I did not answer, just made a face of confusion.

_You were crying so much that I thought something was wrong, maybe the way I treat you - he added.

_Ah ... - I said blushing - Donny was bad, I ... Donny thought Daddy had left me.

_Never! - he replied instantly. My heart contracted so hard that it hurted.

_You're a spoiled little brat Donny - he told me, pinching my nose and laughing.

_No, Donny is not - I said, making a childish voice and narrowing my eyes. He laughed ... I smiled back.

_Were you an important person in your world, tell me, used to be pampered?

_A little, maybe - replied frustrated - I did not like it. They treated me like a fragile person ... I ... I'm not fragile! I did not like to be pampered ... Today ... The only person I let myself be pampered is ... Paul ... I want to be pampered by Paul ... - said those last words red with embarrassment, also in an attempt to bring Paul back to the sexual context we were in. He kissed me again and said:

_Second time I see some genuine will in you ... First wanted to serve me, now, wants me to spoil it back ...

We were silent ... Paul ate some pieces of his sandwich, then asked me:

_That way you talk ... Sometimes you do not use pronouns ... 'I', 'you' ... Is it your evil plan to seduce me with such a cute figure?

Surprised I explained: "It's that ... Sometimes ... It's ... Your language uses a very pronoun ... Not mine ... And knowing your language, it's strange to speak without using pronouns.

_Interesting - he answered - You know Donny, since we're talking, and you're not my slave, but my boy ... I think you should know about me too.

Paul stopped eating. He began to tell me that when he was four years old, his older cousins and he were playing together, and then they dressed him as a girl. He thought that playing was great, well he was na innocent kid at all. He showed himself dressed as a girl for his father, who furiously e beat him with all that girly thing. His father raped him in order to teach him a "girl's place" ... Paul's father stank of alcohol that day.

Paul did not look bad to talk about that... He explained that for a long time accepting that was difficult. And that almost every time he looks at me, he feels so much attraction that he wants to manipulate me with violence. That he feels something in me that makes him like this ... referring to the past. Even before he was not as sadistic as he is today ... And he likes being called a father in this kind of sex.

I just said he could do whatever he wanted with my body. I love knowing that I could be usefull to him, that I also fell a certain pleasure at it. Even if it is for him by a trauma out. I told him it all...

Paul hugged me and kissed me again.

_I'm going to take a shower, ok? Come with me - he called me.

I showered again, this time with Paul. I asked him why he had not gone to work today, he told me that he had two days off from work ... And that he did not even want to think about working for a while ... Because there were a thousand of things involved, more than the media is publishing .. And was connected with the rising wave of strikes for the liberation of the slaves.

_Daddy wants to enjoy and relax then? Donny can try to please Daddy... - I said to him.

_I want ... - he answered me - but I really need to rest ... You drain me ... Naughty! - he said, slapping my forehead.

We finished the shower and went to bed.

_You do not have to sleep with me - he told me after we layed

_Donny does not want to leave Paul's side. - I replied without using a pronoun on purpose. Paul smiled, hugged me from behind and lay on his side.

Before we fell asleep, I told him that his communication device was calling the day before, in his absence.

_It's name's "phone" ... It was me calling, I wanted to hear your voice. Why did not you answer? - He asked me.

_I didn't know...

_All right - he answered before I could apologize - I think it's time to buy you a smartphone. God, I'm going to loose all my money!

After a moment of silence, I could not help myself and asked:

_What is a smartphone?

_A cell...phone... You can call the others and play with some good apps, like a tablet, it's pretty usefull you know. We will be able to talk even when we were away from each other and you do not need a wire for it, neither be stuck by the side of the phone. We got a great level of tech, I don't know why we still got phones.

I got really excited about that possibility. I could even imagine myself doing that. While I got lost on my thoughts, Paul finally fell asleep and started to snore lowly. I smiled and held his hand. So I fell asleep by my beloved's side.

ASome moment later I woke up with Paul saying he was going to get some clinical, because he was fatigued. It was almost three PM afternoon. I got up, followed him to the door. He kissed my lips gently and gave me one goodbye. Then, without breaking my dedication to him, I knelt down, kissed his feet, and wished him a good "trip" to the doctor. I felt helpless because I could not do anything with her fatigue.

The noon passed quickly and I did the same things as usual: I took care of the house, the food, I bathed, but when I went to study, Paul had returned with a smartphone for me and with vitamins for him. One more gift ... Instead of learning how to use it, I decided to stay close to him, who was resting watching TV. So we could sleep again.