I climb onto the bed, spread myself open. Vulnerable.
He kneels between my thighs, hands on my knees. "So pretty. My pretty little girl."
"Please—"
"Shh. Daddy's got you."
He leans down, licks me from bottom to top. I arch off the bed.
"Taste so good." He does it again, slower. "Been thinking about this all day. My good girl, earning her reward."
He devours me with tongue and fingers, learning every spot that makes me gasp. When I'm right on the edge, he pulls back.
"Not yet."
He does this three times—brings me close, backs off. I'm sobbing with need.
"Please, Daddy! I've been good!"
"You have." He pushes two fingers inside, thumb on my clit. "So good. Come for me, baby. Show Daddy how good you can be."
I shatter, screaming his name. He works me through it, prolonging it until I'm shaking.
When I'm boneless, he moves up my body, kissing his way up. His cock is hard against my thigh.
"Want you inside me," I whimper.
"Not yet." He kisses me, and I taste myself. "Soon. When you're ready."
"I am ready!"
"Your body is. But you're not." He pulls me against his chest. "When you can follow all the rules for a full week. When you stop putting everyone else first. Then Daddy will claim you properly."
"That's mean."
"That's giving you something to work toward." He strokes my hair. "And baby? When I finally take you? It's going to be worth the wait."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
I fall asleep in his arms, satisfied but already wanting more. Already planning how to be perfect for a whole week.
Just so Daddy will finally make me his.
Completely.
five
Rex
Daisy'sbeenmineforone month. Living in my house, following my rules, calling me Daddy like it's natural. And tonight, I'm done waiting.
She's been perfect all week. Every rule followed, every check-in on time. She's down to three foster animals, working normal hours, sleeping eight hours a night. More importantly, she's stopped apologizing for things that aren't her fault. She's learning to value herself, to see what I see when I look at her.
She's ready.
I watch her move around the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner in the soft pink dress I laid out for her this morning. She doesn't know yet that I chose it specifically because it has a zipper I can undo with one hand, because the fabric clings to every curve, because she's not wearing anything underneath it. I made sure of that when I handed it to her this morning with very specific instructions.
