Daddy's Little Millie Page 2
“Ready, girl?” she nods and takes my proffered hand. Her hand is small and it looks even smaller when she puts it in my hand.
I close my fingers in her small palm and move her upstairs. Her bags are still on the driveway but I can take care of it later.
“Knock on the door” she looks up at me confused, but without saying anything she knocks on the door. I keep looking at her bright face as the door opens.
“Granny!!!” Millie gasps.
“Millie. My baby!” she instantly pulls her hand from my hand and jumps into the old white haired lady’s arms to hug her tightly.
“Granny, I missed you so much” Millie is crying again but this time with happiness.
“Oh! my girl! I missed you too!”
CHAPTER 2
Home Sweet Home
Millie
Isob on granny’s shoulders while she pats my back with her wrinkled hands. The poor old lady is sobbing too.
For a moment I forget everything going in my life when I feel granny’s warm arms around myself until Uncle Hudson’s heavy voice brings me back to the reality.
“Mrs. Hems, would you please bring me two hair ties from Millie’s room?” He says and I gasp-
My room!
Granny my old time nanny pushes me off of her and I finally let her go to stand back again beside Uncle Hudson.
“Certainly, Mr. Fisher”
She gives me a polite smile and I reply it with my own. Without saying anything she turns and moves inside to the upstairs.
I look up at him and he is already looking down at me with a reassuring smile on his face. My body relaxes and I sigh with relief, Uncle Hudson is doing so much for me and I really appreciate it all.
I don’t know what I’ve done if he didn’t have brought me here with him, but thankfully he did.
“Common” he offers me his hand again and I give him an apologetic smile as I hold his big and rough hand again.
Uncle Hudson has really big hands. Well, he is big over all.
Very bigger than me, and certainly bigger than the bodyguard I called to my room this morning.
His hair is perfectly black and long just as much to end up on his nape.
He definitely works out a lot because his body is perfectly shaped- lean waist, broad shoulders! And those cheekbones! Now I know why he has the reputation of a man whore.
He pulls me inside with him, and I keep gawking here and there. He has got a big home, and the interior is really classy, just like him.
“Go and sit there” I look up at him and he points me toward the sitting area on the left with his chin.
“Okay” I move to the sitting area and without thinking much I jump on the fluffiest and over stuffed couch in the room.
This couch is amazing, and I pop myself up and down two-three times enjoying the stuffiness.
I giggle and look back at Uncle Hudson. He is still standing near the dining area with his hands resting on his hips.
He is glaring me with narrowed eyes so, thinking better I turn my head back toward the coffee table, and position myself to sit quietly and nicely on the couch with my hands clasped in my lap waiting for him to come there too.
In my peripheral vision I see him moving inside what I know is his kitchen and then two minutes later he returns with a glass of water and a plate in his hand.
My stomach growls at the same time when Uncle Hudson finally drops the plate and the glass of water on the coffee table in front of me.
Sandwich!
“Eat” he says and I look up at him and then at my plate.
I am hungry, but maybe I should talk to him first before eating those delicious looking cheese sandwiches. My stomach growls again. Well, maybe we could just talk later.
I take the sandwich from the plate and start to stuff it in my mouth while he takes his seat right next to me.
I am hungry, like real hungry.
It’s not like I didn’t have dinner or something last night, but still all the tension I had to face in the morning has increased my appetite.
“Mister Fisher. Millie’s hair ties” I look up at granny who is still smiling at me as she offers two beautiful pink hair ties with plastic cut-out Disney princess stuck over it to Uncle Hudson.
“Thankyou, Mrs. Hems. Would you please give us some privacy? We need to talk” he smiles at her and she nods her head before turning back and moving inside the kitchen.
Granny always used to make nice food items when I was little, but when I grew up dad removed her. But the lady was sweet and I am really happy to see that now she works with Uncle Hudson.
I am sure Uncle Hudson is not one of those who treat their employees like they worth nothing, he is gentle and sweet and I am sure he treats Granny nicely too.
I took another sandwich from the plate and fold my legs up on the couch to enjoy it. He doesn’t stop me, and once I am finished he offers me the glass of water.
“Thankyou” I clean my face with the back of my hand and take the glass of water from him, and gulp it down too.
“Now can we talk about today morning?”
His voice is calmed but somewhere it scares me when he says that.
My whole body turns white and icy, and I keep my eyes down at the empty glass in my hand.
I don’t know what to say. He is my last hope and what if he threw me out of his place too, where would I go then?
“Millie?” But now he is pressuring the truth out of me.
“Uncle Hudson” I murmur slowly, almost inaudibly. “I am a grown up, why don’t you get that?” I sigh.
“How many times I’ve to tell you not to call me Uncle Hudson, aren’t you hearing me girl?” he rebukes and I squirm, suddenly feeling scared of him.
“Sorry, D- Daddy…”
The words leave my mouth without any difficulty, moreover it feels nice to call him that.
Daddy!
A daddy who actually cares to listen to me before judging me.
“Daddy, I didn’t want to do that. I was just not sleepy and wanted to talk to somebody, that’s why I called him to my room.”
“You didn’t want to do that? Did he force you? Tell me, Millie did he force you into it, or did he talked you into it?” he bolts up from his seat, his fists tighten and my pulse increases when I see his face turning red with anger.
“No, he didn’t” I half jump on my knees to stop him. “I- I… we both decided it. We were talking whole night and then he started telling me how he used to fuck with his teammates who were of my age at that time and I … I got … excited”
“And you thought you should do that too”
I lower my eyes again not confirming his doubts.
“Fuck! Millie. How could you be so stupid?” my nose wrinkles when I feel his hands on my shoulders as he jerks me to and fro.
“Uncle… I mean Daddy, it was consensual. We both are adults”
“Adults?” He chuckles “What kind of adult jumps on the couch like that, sweet thing?” I look down at my knees which are now digging in the couch upholstery, and without saying anything I bring my sandals back down on the ground to stand in front of him.
“Sorry”
“Take off your jeans” he orders; my eyes widen shocked.
Did he just say that?!!!
“Didn’t you hear me, girl? I said. Take. Off. Your jeans!”
“But Uncle Hudson…”
“Daddy!”
“Daddy. I mean Daddy, I can’t do that?”
His brow arches up “and why not?”
“Because it’s not right” he is my Uncle, and I am sure it’s not right or maybe it is, I don’t know.
“Daddy, I am not doing that”
“Well, don’t forget little lady you are standing under your daddy’s roof, and you have already hurt him a lot with your little incident of fucking with that bodyguard, now either listen to him or he might forbid you”
I turn white as ghost when I see how sure he is about forbidding me.
 
; He knows I don’t have anywhere to go but still, he is doing that to me. But who am I to complain I am not his to take care of. He is letting me stay here is itself a big thing.
“But why, Daddy?”
“Because…” he sits back down on the couch and sighs deeply “you need to be punished for disobeying daddy. And plus as per your own words the consequences of defying daddy were that you will do whatever he says. Now be a good girl and take off your jeans”
My throat becomes dry suddenly and I swallow my saliva hard to wet it again, but it doesn’t work, my throat still burns.
Slowly, I bring my hand to my waist to open the waist button of my jeans. That’s the only option I have if I want a place to stay, and he is right I promised him that I will do whatever he will say.
I lower my jeans to my knees and daddy’s eyes sparkle with something I don’t know what is.
He seems hungry, and for no reason my body responses to that hunger. My panties are suddenly wet, like they want to feed his hunger.
Shit! My mind is fogging.
NO!! No!! Noo!!!
No Millie, he is your Uncle- your Daddy- your God Father. I scold myself but my body isn’t listening to me today. My crotch itches.
“Those panties too”
I moan but before I know my thumbs are automatically on the waist band at his command. My eyes remain on him as I lower them too and then finally remove them completely.
“Give it to me” he groans and instead of throwing those on my discarded jeans I pass my panties to him with my shaking hand.
He opens it in front of me and his face scrunches with disgust as he flaunts it back to me.
“You know daddy is really angry with you for this” he holds the crotch area in front of me to let me have a good look at it and I move back a bit when I see blood stains in the center.
Shit! I feel ashamed of myself.
Maybe if I hadn’t shouted so loud when that bodyguard of daddy’s shoved his dick into me, then I wouldn’t have had to suffer all this embarrassment.
My eyes prickles with tears but I don’t say anything when daddy pats his knee to signal me to bend over his lap.
“Common girl, you have done a mistake now either be good and take your punishment or remain standing there and make daddy angry further”
I move to him to kneel in front of him, but when I don’t move further he pulls me up over his knees with his hands under my underarms.
I feel his hand on my naked butt and I cringe. I feel scared, his hands are so big and the way he is caressing my buttcheeks I know it’s going to be hard.
He flicks his hand up and just when he was about to bring his hand down on my butt I change my mind and try to wriggle out of his grasp.
“Leave me, Uncle Hudson” I shout, but before I could free myself completely from his hold, he holds me tightly from my waist making it unable for me to move out of his grasp.
“What did you say, girl?” he pulls me back up and positions me back on his lap and then a sharp blow lands on my butt.
“Ouch… Oww… Ow…”
“What. Did. You. Call me, huh?”
*Spank*
“Da… Daddy!!!”
*Spank*
“How many times I’ve to tell you that, Millie?”
*Spank* *Spank* *Spank*
“Sorry, Daddy. I am… Ow… Sorry!!!”
After uncountable times of smacks, I finally give up. My cries are now just some inaudible sobs when finally, Daddy stops. And by then I don’t even know I started calling him that from my own without any hesitation.
Daddy pushes me up onto his lap so that I am straddling his waist and I cringe, first from the harshness I feel on my rear when it comes in the contact with daddy’s jeans and then second time when I feel something big like snake touching me between my naked legs.
I squirm back a bit on his lap but daddy pushes me back to his chest and then I feel his hands on my back.
With his one hand he pats my back and with other he pats on my head, soothing all the burning pain out.
I sigh relaxed in his arms. My body feels heavy and the patting is making me feel sleepy and just when I was about to go to sleep, daddy says.
“Wanna sleep in your new bed, sweet thing?” he coos.
I stiffen when I realize what he has just said. My new bed, my old bed is gone. I am a homeless and now I am stuck with a person who hates me and beats me.
I push myself up from his chest and look straight into his eyes. My eyes are burning with anger and I give him an irritated look.
“No, I am not sleeping in any new bed. I am leaving right now” I push on his chest to try to get up from his lap, but he grasps my both wrists tightly.
“And where do you think you are going?”
“Anywhere” I shout while trying to free myself from his grip but his grip doesn’t loose.
“Millie, stop hurting yourself or I’ll put you back over my knee”
“You- you cannot just hit me like that, it’s illegal” I say in my hoarse voice.
He jerks me close to him with my both hands and then holds my both wrists in one while I try to wriggle out of his lap, but once his other free hand lands sharply on my butt I cringe with pain and give up, dropping back on his lap.
He forces my head back on his shoulder and starts patting it again while still holding my both hands at my back with the other hand.
“Stop fussing, girl. You know you got what you always wanted. Isn’t that’s what you always wanted since your mother died- someone to love you unconditionally?”
I gasp.
“This isn’t love! This is a punishment. And you never punish somebody you love”
“Ofcourse we do punish someone we love, because we care for them”
He clasps my face with his both hands- finally letting go of my both wrists, but I don’t attack him. I want to listen what he wants to say.
“And I care for you, sweet thing. More than you know”
My mouth drops open when I see the love he has in his eyes for me. He cares for me, there is some pain his eyes too and somewhere my heart burns when I realize it’s because of me.
“B- but how could you love me? You always said I am a bad girl” I murmur slowly not ready to listen it again.
“No, I never said you were a bad girl, Millie. I always told you to be my good girl which you are, you just need to realize it”
I keep looking at him confused, silently asking him to continue.
“Millie, baby” he moves his hands from my face to my shoulders to caress them nicely.
“Baby, I know you since your birth and I know you better than you know yourself. You’re a very good child, you just lost your path since your mother died three years ago and your dad converted your home into a kind of brothel”
His grip on me tightens like it’s painful for him to hear his own words too.
“Baby, I know you are good girl that’s why I was trying so hard to get you here but everytime…”
“You were trying to bring me here?”
I am shocked.
He laughs “Ofcourse, silly girl. You think I was going to let you stay in those small staff quarters when I have this whole mansion just for you”
He pinches my nose and chuckles when I rub it fiercely in response.
“I just wanted you to move out of that place from your own, but you were not ready and now when you don’t have any other option I guess you have to make yourself get prepared for your new life” he shrugs.
“Your bringing me here was not impromptu?” I ask confused. Didn’t my step-mom Celia called him only this morning to help them throw me out of their sex pad.
“No, it was not. But yeah I thought I would give you some time to think before I finally force you to come with me. But after what you did today, I was sure it’s time to take you home and give you a good lesson so you won’t repeat your mistake ever again”
He taps on my butt again softly this time, telling me what he meant wi
th the good lesson he wanted to give me.
I bite my lower lip feeling guilty when I feel daddy’s finger under my chin as he forces me to look back at him.
“I am sorry, daddy. I shouldn’t have done that” I sob, and moan when he gives a sweet peck on my lips.
“You should be, girl. But don’t worry. From now on daddy will take care of all your needs, and he will make sure to fed his cock to you so much that you won’t even ever consider to look at any other man’s face”
My cheeks start to burn as I blush hearing his brazen words. I have never heard anybody saying those things so loud to anyone, but me.
But I guess daddy is always so blunt and straight, and I can’t complain because I kinda like that thing about him too.
“Wanna see what daddy has got to feed you?”
My cheeks turn red and I slowly nod.
He smiles and with one more peck on my lips he descends me to the floor to make me sit in front of him.
His hands move to his waist button and my breath fastens.
Slowly he pushes his zipper down and I flinch scared when I see it for the first time.
It’s huge! not at all like the body guard’s penis, it’s bigger and longer than his.
Daddy’s cock is so hard and veiny. The way he is palming it and massaging it up and down that all the meat gathers over his crown every time he pumps his hand upside is making me feel ticklish between my legs.
My lips feel dry and I lick them softly while still keeping my eyes on his shaft. I like his crown- it’s all red and thick.
“Come closer, Sweet thing. Look what daddy has got for you”
Without thinking much, I move closer to him on my knees and stop once I reach right between his open thighs.
“Give daddy your hand, Millie” I swallow hard feeling scared but I am curious as hell so, I offer him my cold hand which is shaking badly. “Here touch daddy’s cock”
He moves my hand to his cock and I squirm when he closes my fingers on his balls. They are heavy, no wonder why they’re dangling while daddy massages his cock.
The bead on daddy’s shaft grows bigger forming a big pearl at the tip.
“Here, lick it clean”
I look up at him shocked. It’s gross, how could he just say that? My face is flushed but I manage to shake my head no.