Innocent Getaway.

by Alexa Riley.

Daddy William has been so busy with work that his little Haley has been acting out for attention.

He plans two weeks away from everything, and it's absolutely perfect. A sandy beach, Haley in tiny bikinis, and lots of DD/lg time.

What they don't expect is little Haley feeling she may be missing out on other things in life.

Can Daddy William let his little find her way on her own? Will Haley have second thoughts about her lifestyle?

Book two in the Innocence series is just what you've been begging for.

Warning: Serious DD/lg play, which includes but is not limited to: spanking, unicorn stuffed-animal play, a.n.a.l, cake pops, oral, and lots of dirty talk.

To everyone that wanted more... THIS is for you!.

1.

HALEY.

"Hmm," I moan while stretching my back, intentionally sticking my a.s.s in the air, my powder blue babydoll dress riding higher. My ring-curled pigtails fall forward, pooling on the floor. I'm sure the trim of my cotton panties is showing, but the men behind me carry on their conversation. There's no way Daddy didn't hear that moan. I pout to myself, biting my lip.

Dropping back down to the ground with a loud thump, some of my crayons roll across the wooden floor of Daddy's office. I'm so over being stuck in here. Daddy William and I hit our one-year anniversary last month with promises that he would take me somewhere. But here I sit in his office, him in another meeting not ten feet from me, and I'm not sure if he knows I'm here. I know he has to work, but I crave his attention more than anything else in the whole world.

He's been crazy hectic since spring. Now summer is almost over and I don't see any signs of him slowing down. This is a busy time of year for him with new homes being built and people wanting to renovate their offices and condos. It didn't bother me so much when I was busy with all my activities. I'd tried starting community college but I hated it. The hours away from William were too much, and it just made me miserable. William encouraged me to try a variety of cla.s.ses to see if something piqued my interest. Last fall I started taking some culinary cla.s.ses and I loved them. I started taking all the courses I could on baking this past year, and it's made me really happy. It doesn't take up so much of my time and works well with Daddy's schedule. It makes me feel like I'm good at something, and I get to make sweet treats for Daddy.

I'd planned to spend my summer starting a cake pops business, but that was short lived. I started taking online orders and had set up times for people to come to the house and pick up their cake pops. Daddy wasn't too happy about me giving random strangers our address and letting them come and pick up their orders when he wasn't home. I wasn't two days into my cake pop business when he pulled the plug. And I was up to 500 likes on Facebook! I also got a spanking that made it hard to sit down for three days.

I tried to bring up the idea again with options that Daddy might prefer, but every time I reminded him of the event, I was once again given a spanking. I got the worst spanking today and I have no desire to get another, but I don't want to drop the issue. It's gotten so bad that I'm not allowed to be alone at home anymore, hence my lying on his office floor, coloring while he has a meeting.

Turning onto my back, I tap one of my Mary Janes on the floor. I can feel the sugar from all the cake pops I ate during lunch course through my system. Daddy gave me a stern look when I ate my fourth one, but someone had to eat them. I wasn't going to stop making them just because I didn't have anyone to buy them. I'd hoped flooding the house with them would make Daddy clue in, but no such luck.

"We started later than we wanted, but I can promise you, the roof will be on before winter. We don't want any snow falling into the open rafters. We'll have it sealed up nice and tight," Daddy says as if he's trying to bore me to death.

"And when do you think the rest of the house will be finished? I don't want to tell my little one about it until it's closer to being done or she'll drive me crazy. You know how it is."

"You have no idea," Daddy says, and I have the feeling he is talking about me. Well, he'd better be talking about me. I'm the only person in the whole entire world he should have ideas about.

Rolling to my side, I prop my head up on my hand and glare at him, but he still doesn't look at me. I know he sees me. I can barely breathe without him knowing. Pulling a foot up to my b.u.t.t so my dress falls open, showing my panties, I start tapping my Mary Janes again, louder this time. Surely this will get his full attention. I know I'm pushing it, letting my dress fall open like this, but I'm jittery and need him right now. Normally he would have noticed, but he's once again so wrapped up in his work that I'm forgotten.

Both men turn to look at me, Daddy eyes harden and he gives me a look that does the opposite of what I'm sure he's trying to get across. I feel my p.u.s.s.y clench at having both men's eyes on me, but I only look at Daddy. I'm being a brat for his attention. In fact I feel like this is half his fault because he made me go this far to get his attention. Maybe he should get the spanking I'm sure I have coming when this meeting is over. After my actions, I'm pretty sure it is now.

"Haley, do you like tempting other men who aren't your Daddy with your kitty?" I feel my face flush at his words. I can't believe he just said that. Daddy and I never hide what we are, but we also don't flaunt it in public. We live the Daddy/little lifestyle twenty-four/seven at home, but we normally keep it to ourselves when we are out. We aren't ashamed of it, but we get it makes people uncomfortable. At first I wasn't sure if the lifestyle was something I wanted all the time, but anytime I wasn't in Daddy/little play, I just didn't feel like myself. I don't even like calling it 'play', because that's not what it is between us. I love being his little all the time. It's just who I am.

"I'm sorry, Adam. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," the man says, and I smirk, thinking he is going to get up and leave, but he only leans back in his chair.

As Daddy rises from his chair, he keeps his eyes locked on me. He unb.u.t.tons the top two b.u.t.tons of his dress shirt, and then pulls it from his slacks.

"Oh s.h.i.t," I whisper, and then cringe, hoping he didn't hear me curse.

Before I have time to try to scramble to my feet, Daddy has his hand closed around the back of my neck. I'm just glad he didn't remove his belt, but he still could.

"Don't fight me, little Haley, You'll only make me grip you tighter. Trust Daddy, be a good little girl, and take what you were asking for."

Before I can respond, my chest is pressed down on daddy's desk. Reaching under my dress, he pulls my panties down to mid-thigh, and then flips my dress up, giving him enough room to do what he wants but still have me hidden from the other man. "You wanted to show everyone Daddy's kitty, didn't you? You were begging for attention. Now you've got it."

Stinging slaps splash across my bottom, making me yelp before I can respond to his words.

"Hush, little one." I feel Daddy's hand rub over the burning spots. Then I hear the other man in the room shuffle in his chair. For a moment I completely forgot he was here. I've never been exposed to anyone other than Daddy like this before. The other man may not be able to see my a.s.s, but Daddy has never done anything like this in front of someone else. Maybe it's because this man has a little too. Excitement courses through me. Part of me loves the attention. I always love attention, but another part of me is thankful I'm not facing the other man. I'm sure I would die of embarra.s.sment if I was. All my focus is on Daddy, like it always is, and I can't even tell you what the other man looks like.

"She's feisty."

"Yeah, and she ate too much d.a.m.n sugar. I bet an o.r.g.a.s.m would make her crash, and a nap might do her some good. Then we can finish our meeting."

"Hey-" I start to protest at being talked about like I'm not here, but another smack lands on my bottom.

"I would recommend you keep quiet, little one, or I won't give you that o.r.g.a.s.m. You want Daddy to touch your p.u.s.s.y or not? I can already see your cream coating your thighs. You're a dirty little girl today, aren't you?"

I moan at his words, rubbing my legs together, trying to get friction on my c.l.i.t to relieve some of the building pressure.

"She is a stubborn little thing, isn't she?"

Daddy slips one hand between my legs, cupping my p.u.s.s.y and halting my movements so I can't find any relief. One of his fingers starts to rub back and forth on my c.l.i.t, and pleasure floods my senses.

"She's been extra stubborn these past few months and something is going to have to give." William says, still stroking my c.l.i.t back and forth. "She's been pouting about me shutting down her cake pop business."

"These?" I hear the other man say. Then I hear the familiar rustle of plastic packing being torn. "d.a.m.n, that's delicious."

"Yes, they are, and you just ate the last one. I was saving it for a snack."

"I'm sure you can find yourself something else to snack on."

"Hmm. I like your way of thinking. I do have a sweet little snack right here."

"Please, Daddy."

Excitement buzzes through me, and I can't tell if it's from embarra.s.sment, antic.i.p.ation, or the idea of Daddy eating me in front of someone else.

"That sweet little 'please' was so polite, Haley. Manners will get you what you want."

Suddenly, I feel his tongue on me. His whole face is buried between my legs from behind, my chest still pressed down on the desk.

Daddy grabs both of my thighs, pulling them wider apart for him. He lifts me so my a.s.s bows off the desk, causing me to stand on my tip toes. For a minute I'm afraid my Mary Janes shoes will make me slip, but Daddy's grip is so tight I'm not going anywhere.

His tongue strokes around my tender c.l.i.t, teasing it, making it harder as it begs for more attention. His tongue applies firm pressure to my soft slick tissue as he circles back forth. His strokes grow faster and harder, and I just need a little more. I try to push back and plant myself on his face, but Daddy's grip won't allow it.

I scream out in frustration when his mouth suddenly pulls away from my greedy kitty.

"You're going to c.u.m for me, Haley. Hard. And when you do, I want you to remember whose sweet little c.u.n.t this is. It might be between your legs, but it's mine. You remember that the next time you think about showing it to someone else to get my attention."

If I wasn't so close to c.u.mming, I'd have told him that it worked. But I knew that would only end with me in the corner and no o.r.g.a.s.m, so I lock my lips together and fight the urge to sa.s.s him.

All other thoughts leave my mind when Daddy's mouth goes straight back to my c.l.i.t. He sucks it into his mouth, and I c.u.m instantly. My head swims and my legs give way as the pleasure tears through my body.

"She might have a sour mood today, but she still tastes as sweet as ever," Daddy says, pulling me off his desk. He lays me on his office sofa, my panties now hanging around one of my ankles. I try to close my legs but Daddy halts my movements.

"No, Haley. You wanted to be a brat and disturb our meeting. The least you can do is give Adam a nice view of your wet kitty while we finish."

I'm so spent from my o.r.g.a.s.m I don't even protest. I just let my legs fall open.

"I told you all that sugar would make you crash. Now, lay your head on Daddy's lap and take a nap."

I lean up, Daddy sits down, and I rest my head on his legs. I hear the sound of his zipper, and I don't even have to open my eyes to know what to do. Opening my mouth, I take him in and gently suckle on his c.o.c.k.

Running his hands softly through my hair, I slowly drift off to sleep.

2.

WILLIAM.

My hours have been too long this summer, and Haley needs attention. I've been trying to find another little as a friend for her, and I think today I did that. Giving her attention is my most favorite thing to do, but I've been too distracted with work to give her the proper care she deserves. I need something for us to do now, just the two of us.

When we get home, I make her some dinner and send her to bed without dessert. She stamps her foot and sticks out her bottom lip, so I eat her p.u.s.s.y on the kitchen counter to make her feel better. After the quick o.r.g.a.s.m, I paddle her bottom a little and send her to bed. She's been a brat today, but that's partly my fault.

Going into my office, I sit down at my computer, searching through hundreds of places we could go, finally settling on a vacation for us. We both need to get away, and my a.s.sistants can handle work while I'm gone. It's time I gave my little the attention she deserves and to show her she is my number one priority. She gives herself so entirely to me that I must show her that I do the same. That she will always come first.

After about an hour of booking and checking all the arrangements, I get up and head to the bedroom. When I walk in I see Haley on top of the covers wearing a tiny, blue, cropped t-shirt and no panties. The t-shirt looks doll sized and is stretched tight across her t.i.ts, her nipple begging for attention. She's fast asleep, spread out on the bed, and I can see her p.u.s.s.y, open and ready for me. She's got her arms wrapped around her stuffie, a fluffy unicorn I won her at the fair last month. Sometimes she rubs it on her p.u.s.s.y until she falls asleep. I usually watch her for a while and jerk off to it. Something about seeing her so innocent, owning that purity, feeds the beast inside me.

Tonight, seeing her spread out like this, I need her again. I was half-hard when I was eating her p.u.s.s.y for dessert and looking at her makes my c.o.c.k fully hard. I take off my clothes and go to the end of the bed, crawling on, trying not to disturb her. When I push the tip of my c.o.c.k inside her, she starts to move her hips.

I thrust in all the way and she moans, but still doesn't fully wake up. I love having her ready and willing every night when I go to bed. There is no question of whether I'll be getting into her p.u.s.s.y. I own her, she is my little and will always part her legs for me. I start pumping in and out, my c.o.c.k deep inside her tight p.u.s.s.y where it belongs. The only c.o.c.k she has ever known or will ever know. The only reason I ate her p.u.s.s.y in front of Adam today was because I knew Haley would get off on it. She loves all kinds of attention, and if Adam's and my littles are going to start having play dates together, we are all bound to see each other with our little in some form or other.

After a minute, she starts to wake up, and I lean over her, making shushing noises.

"Go back to sleep, little one. Daddy just needs to get off really quick before bed. The sight of your sweet p.u.s.s.y made my c.o.c.k so hard. Be a good girl and rest. I'm almost finished."

She nods her head sleepily, and I c.u.m inside her. It's hard and fast, but I keep silent so it doesn't startle her too much. Haley has had a long day and she needs sleep.

When I'm finished, I lean down and kiss her on the forehead, pulling out gently. I lie down beside her and spoon her body with mine as she cuddles her unicorn and c.u.m leaks between her legs. Having her in my bed and in my heart helps me drift into a peaceful sleep.

3.

WILLIAM.

The next morning...

"Where are we going, Daddy?" She's practically about to burst into a pile of glitter and barely able to stay still as I pack our bags.

"Haley, I told you it was a surprise. You can go color, or watch cartoons until it's time to go. We have about an hour," I say, going through her clothes, debating what I should take. I would like her to wear her little clothes are often as possible during this weekend.

"I'm too excited to do any of that. You can't wake me up and tell me we are going on vacation and then not give me any details. I'm dying, Daddy!" she half-yells, while she jumps up and down on the bed, making the headboard hit the wall. The sound makes me c.o.c.k instantly hard.

I sigh and go over to her. This is why I can't tell her too far in advance we are going somewhere. She's adorable but has no patience.

"Lie down on your tummy on the bed, little one," I say, indicating for her to stop jumping on the bed.

"Why?" she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest, sticking her bottom lip out.

"Because you're too wound up and you need some help," I tell her in as calm as a voice as I can muster.

"Please don't spank me, I promise I'll be better." She clasps her hands together as if she's praying for the opposite to happen. While the idea is tempting I don't need her wiggling on a sore a.s.s for hours on the plane. But maybe just a little one will do her good and she'll still be okay on the plane.