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Rey was staring hard at the calendar, arms crossed and foot tapping. May was a busy month for her at the shop, customers coming in for tune-ups before their summer road trips and college kids home with their clunkers that had been beeping for an oil change since February.
Ben was even busier, finals and grading papers and a conference right after the end of term.
Their weekly date night was coming up, as it always did on Saturdays, and Rey worried her lip as she stared at the inoffensive little reminder circled with a red heart.
“But Daddy,” she gasped, squirming in his lap as he pinched at her nipples through her shirt, “You already give me everything I need.”
“I know sweetheart,” he murmured, sucking a bruise into the soft skin of her neck, “But you deserve a special treat, for being such a good girl.”
Her already soaked cunt clenched at his praise, and she bucked her hips in his lap, whimpering for friction.
“So after we go out on Saturdays, you’re going to ask for one little present, okay?”
Rey’s answering “okay, Daddy,” was swallowed by Ben as he kissed her.
The first few weeks she had started by asking for purely practical gifts – a water bottle for when she went to yoga with Finn, a tote to take to the Farmers Market on Sunday mornings, the birthday cake ice cream she loved but Ben complained made his teeth ache.
Then she started asking for things that she liked but didn’t necessarily need, especially when she was feeling a little, well, little. A new stuffie for their bed. Stickers to add to the calendar on the fridge. A beadmaking kit that she spent hours hunched over, making little bracelets – Ben had worn his every day since she had presented it to him shyly.
“The beads are black and red because you’re so moody sometimes,” she giggled, biting her lip before shooting him the toothy grin she knew he loved.
“It’s great, baby, thank you,” he replied, kissing the top of her head.
“But you spelled my name wrong.”
She gasped, tugging the bracelet out of his huge hands to stare down at the beads, could she have really messed up three letters?
B – E – N
“What do you mean?” she demanded, shoving the bracelet back at him with a huff.
He just smirked as realisation dawned.
“Oh my god, Ben, you can’t go walking around with a bracelet that says ‘Daddy’!”
Last week she had asked for a new candle, and it had burned on the coffee table while he railed her over the arm of the couch.
Sometimes she had trouble deciding what to ask for, but this week she knew exactly what she wanted, but unlike other weeks, it made her feel... Embarrassed wasn’t the word. Ben was the person in the world who knew her better than anyone. Her past, her fears, her kinks and her triumphs.
So no, embarrassed wasn’t the word. She just felt a little shy. Kind of how she had felt the first time she had called him Daddy, fresh from a bath with pink bubbles and bundled up in a fluffy robe, while he detangled her wet hair with a comb and the gentlest touch.
It had been his idea at the start, tips of his adorable ears burning as he stumbled through an explanation of it being something he wanted to try, but of course no worries if you aren’t into it, I just want you to be comfortable always and oh god maybe I shouldn’t have brought this up, I’m sorry Rey, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make this weird –
She had been a little surprised, but when her stomach swooped in the same way it did when you finally tipped over the highest point of a rollercoaster, she had a feeling that she’d like anything as long as it involved Ben.
“When Saturday comes, just ask him,” she grumbled to herself, yanking open the fridge to grab a yogurt.
“Have you decided on a present, sweetheart?” he mumbled into her hair.
“Hmm,” she nodded, sleepy as she snuggled in closer to him on the couch. They had decided to order in instead of going out – they had both agreed they were too tired from the week.
“What would you like, Rey?” he asked, fingers ghosting over her arm, gooseflesh prickling in their wake.
“Okay, um,” she took a deep breath, and burrowed further into his t-shirt, “You know how they have those like, um, days of the week underwear for kids?”
He was quiet, just continued to stroke her arm lightly, so she continued.
“Well so, they make them in adult sizes too. And I um, would really, ah, would really like a set.”
Rey held her breath as the silence stretched between them.
“Okay baby,” he finally said, giving her a squeeze before clicking Next episode.
There was a box sitting on their bed when she got home from her shift at the garage Monday evening, and she shrugged off her sweaty t-shirt before going over to pick it up.
Monday’s pair and nothing else. 8PM.
Ben’s note scrawled in his looping cursive made Rey’s breath catch.
Glancing over at the clock she realised she only had about half an hour before he’d be home. She tugged off the rest of her clothes and dropped them in the hamper by the bathroom door before turning on the shower.
Luckily her hair hadn’t gotten too greasy at work, so she opted to just throw it in a bun and wash it the next day. She got under the spray and sighed as the scalding water released some of the tension in her shoulders and back.
Using one of the fancy soaps that Ben had bought her on a recent trip to the mall, Rey scrubbed away the dirt and grime from the day before shutting off the shower and grabbing her towel.
Once she was dry, she undid the messy bun, shaking out the strands before spraying some dry shampoo and working it in with her fingers. She let her nails scratch a little over her scalp before letting her hair fall in messy waves over her shoulders, the way Ben liked it best.
Rey dabbed on the night cream Ben had insisted she buy in full-size when she had complained about her sample-size from her Birchbox running out, even though it was expensive and frivolous – and she hated to admit that her skin had never been smoother.
Padding back into the bedroom, she grabbed the box again, lifting the lid carefully.
Inside were nestled pale pink panties, made of a material so sheer Rey was sure they’d be totally transparent once on. Each pair had a different fruit embroidered on the front, along with the carefully stitched days of the week.
Monday was a watermelon, Tuesday a strawberry, and so on.
With a start, she realised she was smiling so wide her cheeks hurt. Fingers trembling, she lifted the Monday pair out of the box, briefly considering throwing on a different pair just to rile him up.
But he had been so sweet to get them for her at the start of the brand-new week, so she decided against it, slipping on the little watermelon pair and loving how they settled over her hips delicately. Rey walked over to the mirror by their bedroom door and gave herself a once over, cupping her breasts for a moment before trailing her hands over her torso and down to stroke the little watermelon.
Her gaze flicked up to her face and she flashed herself a grin before turning to settle on the bed and wait for her Daddy.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he crooned as he walked through their bedroom door, already down to his socks, tie hanging undone around his neck.
She had heard him come in, front door shutting and his workbag landing with a thud in the hall. Rey had tried to stay still, playing with her nipples a little as she sat back against the pillows.
“Hi Daddy,” she smiled at him, shifting a little against the covers.
“Hi baby,” his shirt was unbuttoned then, revealing the pale expanse of his chest and the smattering of hairs that disappeared beneath the waistband of his slacks.
“Do you like your present?”
“I love them, thank you, Daddy,” she replied sincerely, playing with the little bow at the front of the waistband before dipping lower to trace over the watermelon.
“You look really cute, baby,” he said lowly, down to his boxers now, on the bed and crawling up and over her.
His familiar scent washed over her, and she wiggled happily before craning her neck up for a kiss.
Ben brushed his lips over hers, kissing her once, twice, three times before pulling back.
“Were you a good girl while I was gone, baby?”
Rey nodded, and then she circled her arms around his neck to pull him back down.
“You didn’t touch yourself, did you?”
“No Daddy,” she sighed into his mouth, “Just played with my nipples a little. Please, Daddy, want you to touch me.”
Her new panties were already sticky as Ben ground his hips against hers, the length of his hard cock catching on her clit sent shooting sparks through her as she shuddered.
“Hold on sweetheart, Daddy wants to take his time with you tonight,” with that he kissed the tip of her nose before ducking down to capture a hard nipple between his lips.
Rey’s moan was loud as he sucked, fingers coming up to palm her other breast. His body was immovable above hers, but she felt sugar soft, cotton candy dissolving on the tongue.
Ben left a wet trail as he kissed his way across her chest to capture her other nipple in his mouth, groaning low as he licked at the hardened peak. Rey dug her fingers into his midnight soft hair and tugged a little, letting her nails scratch as she arched her back to push up against his mouth.
“Daddy, please, touch me,” she whined again, breath coming out in little pants as one of his hands trailed down to play with her panties.
He fiddled with the bow like she had done when he came in, smirking against her breast, nipping at her skin as she huffed.
“You’re getting really worked up sweetie, maybe we should just go to sleep,” he teased, eyes flashing mischievously.
“No!”
Rey bucked her hips against his hand, desperate for his touch. She was clenching around nothing, clit throbbing as the wetness between her thighs became uncomfortable.
Ben tutted, and a light slap landed against her centre unexpectedly.
She shrieked, the sensation dulled by the fabric covering her cunt – Ben hadn’t hit her that hard – but finally getting the stimulation she had been begging for too little too quickly was just mean.
“Daddy,” she whimpered lowly.
“Shh, baby, I’m sorry, you were getting so squirmy. Be a good girl and stay still, okay?”
“Kay,” she whispered, turning her face into the pillow as he worked her panties over her hips.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured, nosing at her lips to expose her clit before swiping his tongue through the wetness.
He lapped at her, pace languid and strokes firm, sucking gently on her clit every so often. Rey was helpless to the pleasure now rolling in waves as his hands gripped her ass tightly to bring his face closer to her cunt.
“Does that feel better, baby girl?” he asked her, before pressing a kiss to the crease of her thigh and bringing one hand around to smear through the slick they had created together.
“Yeah,” was the only word she could manage, muffled against the pillow.
Ben slid a finger into her then, curling it against her front wall and stroking. Rey clenched around him, whining brokenly while her limbs thrashed against the sheets.
“You wanna come, sweetheart? Wanna come all over Daddy’s fingers?”
Words failed her as the pressure built, impending orgasm threatening to overwhelm her. Rey let out a surprised little yelp when Ben suddenly pressed a second finger into her, fucking her faster as his tongue swiped at the bundle of nerves between her legs.
Just as she was about to shatter, Ben slowed, holding his fingers still inside her as she spasmed around him, and she let out a watery shudder.
“Daddy?” she whispered, confused and desperate.
“It’s okay baby, shh, don’t you want Daddy to fuck you?” he grunted, shoving his boxers down and pressing in. Rey felt herself flutter around the head of his cock, and she squirmed desperately to try to coax him deeper.
“Yeah, want your cock Daddy,” she slurred, and he slid in slowly, the drag sublime.
“Fuck, your pussy’s always so tight, Rey,” he muttered, sounding almost angry as he screwed his hips, pushing impossibly deeper, until he filled her to the hilt.
He kept his thrusts slow, pulling out nearly all the way before pushing back in until she was panting beneath him, hopeless and babbling.
“Please, I need to come Daddy, please, please let me come!”
“Love to hear you beg baby, come on, tell me how badly you want it.”
“M’so close Daddy, please, please,” she sobbed, mindless as she clawed at the sheets.
“Okay baby, you’ve been so good,” bliss, his fingers working her clit as he sped up his thrusts, fucking her in earnest, headboard banging against the wall, “Come for me.”
It took a few more thrusts, but then Rey was in free-fall, the white-hot heat of her orgasm spreading from where he continued to pump between her thighs out until her body was in flames.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she groaned lowly, cunt spasming as he thrust roughly into her.
“You’re welcome sweetheart, now Daddy’s just going to use you for a little while, okay? Can you be a good little girl and take it, baby?” he punctuated his question with a shove that jostled her against the pillows.
“Okay Daddy,” she nodded, wrapping her arms and legs around him loosely, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against hers.
Ben wound his arms around her arched spine, bracing his elbows against the bed and curling his body to thrust into her faster. Rey’s ears filled with cotton, mind quiet save for the dim awareness of him grunting above her.
“Daddy?” she murmured quietly against the hot skin of his neck.
“Yeah baby? You okay?” he slowed then, hips rolling against hers in a way that made her pink-painted toes curl.
“Come inside me?” she asked, nibbling at the sweat-salty skin that slid against her mouth.
“Of course, baby, anything you want, you’ve been such a good girl,” he vowed before speeding up once more.
Rey hummed happily as his hips stuttered and she felt his cum deep inside her, relishing in the groan he breathed against her forehead as he jerked. Ben panted against her hair as he struggled to catch his breath, pressing a kiss to her sweaty temple before collapsing next to her.
“You looked so good in your little Monday panties, baby,” he said, tugging her to his chest and wrapping an arm possessively around her middle.
She giggled, wiggling a little as some of his cum started to leak out, dribbling against her thigh. The thought of hauling herself up to go to the bathroom didn’t sound good at all, so she just snuggled back against Ben’s warmth, knowing he’d insist in a few minutes on bringing her a warm washcloth.
He nuzzled against her neck, murmuring, “Can’t wait to see you in the Tuesday pair.”