The dress rides up slightly as she reaches for a high cabinet, and I catch a glimpse of her bare ass. My cock hardens instantly. I've been patient for a month, watching her sleep in my bed, holding her close but never taking what I want. Building trust. Establishing our dynamic. Making sure she understands what it means to be mine.
But patience has its limits, and I've reached mine.
She turns, catching me staring, and her cheeks flush that pretty pink I love so much. She knows that look. She's seen it building for weeks now, the hunger I've been keeping leashed.
"Daddy? Why did you want me dressed up tonight?"
I stand, crossing to her in three long strides. She backs up against the counter, eyes wide, breath quickening. I cage her in with my arms, one hand on either side of her hips, and lean down until my mouth is against her ear.
"We're celebrating. One month of you being mine. One month of you being such a perfect, obedient little girl." I run my nose down her neck, breathing in the vanilla scent of her. "And Daddy thinks his good girl deserves a reward."
She shivers, and I feel the tremor run through her whole body. Her nipples are hard against the thin fabric of the dress, and when I glance down, I can see them clearly outlined. No bra. Just like I instructed.
"What kind of reward?" Her voice comes out breathy, needy.
"The kind you've been begging for with those pretty eyes every night when you climb into my bed." I slide one hand down to cup her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. "The kind where Daddy finally claims what's his."
She whimpers, pressing closer to me. I can feel the heat radiating off her, smell her arousal mixing with the vanilla. She's been ready for this for weeks, waiting for me to decide the time was right.
"But first, I need to know you understand what this means." I pull back just enough to look in her eyes. "Once I claim you, there's no going back. You're mine forever. Completely. In every way."
"I'm already yours, Daddy." Her hands fist in my shirt. "I've been sure since the first day. You saved me."
"You saved yourself. I just helped you see your own strength." I cup her face with both hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks. "But tonight, I'm going to take all of you. Mark you. Make sure you never forget who you belong to."
"Please," she breathes. "Make me yours completely."
I lift her easily, and she wraps her legs around my waist, the dress riding up to her hips. I carry her to our bedroom, taking my time, letting the anticipation build. Her pussy is pressed against my stomach through my shirt, and I can feel how wet she already is.
When we reach the bedroom, I set her on her feet beside the bed. The lamp casts soft shadows, making her skin glow.
"Strip for me, little girl. Nice and slow. Show Daddy what's his."
Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches for the zipper. The sound of it sliding down seems impossibly loud in the quiet room. She shrugs the dress off her shoulders, and it falls to pool at her feet, leaving her completely bare except for the delicate silver chain around her neck—the one I gave her last week as a promise of what was coming.
I take my time looking at her. All those soft curves, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her stomach, her thick thighs. She's not stick-thin like the women I used to date. She's soft and lush and real, and the sight of her naked in my bedroom, waiting for me to take her, makes my cock throb.
"You're so fucking beautiful." I begin unbuttoning my shirt, watching her watch me. "Turn around. Let me see all of you."
She turns slowly, and the sight of her ass nearly undoes me. Round and full, the perfect size for my hands. I want to bite it, spank it, watch it jiggle as I fuck her from behind.
"On the bed. On your back. Spread your legs wide for Daddy."
She climbs onto the bed, settling against the pillows, and slowly opens her thighs. I can see everything—her pussy pink and glistening, already swollen with arousal. She's been wet since I told her to strip, maybe even before that.
I finish undressing, taking my time, watching her eyes track every movement. When I finally free my cock, her eyes go wide and I see her throat work as she swallows.
"It's so big, Daddy." There's nervousness in her voice, but also want. So much want.
"You can take it. This pussy was made for Daddy's cock. Made to be filled by me." I climb onto the bed, settling between her spread thighs. "But first, I need to taste what's mine."
I don't give her time to respond before I bury my face between her legs. She cries out, hips bucking, but I hold her down with one arm across her stomach while I devour her. She tastes sweet and musky and perfect, and I can't get enough. My tongue works through her folds, learning every sensitive spot, every place that makes her gasp or moan.
I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and she nearly comes off the bed. Her hands fist in my hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, but I don't stop. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her scream, and work her methodically toward the edge.
"Daddy! Oh god, Daddy, please!"
I pull back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her wet pussy. "Please what, little girl? Use your words."
