“I know. Open them up.” I sat on the sofa opposite, enjoying the delight and anticipation on her face.
“Which one first?” She took out the biggest, wrapped in brown packaging paper. “This one?”
“Sure.”
She pulled it free. “Oh…a journal, it’s lovely.”
I’d chosen a dark-blue leather-bound journal with a picture of an owl on the front. It also had a tiny padlock. “I want you to write down, each day, all of the good things that happen. From big to little. Seeing a robin on the way to work, to having multiple orgasms, all of it. From now on.”
“Oh.” She giggled. “Why?”
“Because it’s important to remember them, to feel gratitude, and to know that you are alive and not just existing.”
“I know that now…with you.”
“And we’re going to build on it.” I gestured to the journal. “And it’s got a lock, it’s for your eyes, no one else, not even me.”
“Are you sure you won’t try and peek?”
I chuckled. “No, I’m not a peeper, you can trust me on that.”
“I do trust you.”
“You should.” I pointed at the other gift. It was much smaller, a tiny box. “Open that one.”
She did just that, revealing a green velvet box. “This is fancy.”
“I hope you like it.”
“I know I will.” She flicked it open and found a gold heart-shaped locket. “Gosh, it’s lovely.”
I moved to her side, took it. “It opens, see, and you can put a tiny photograph in each side of the heart.”
“That’s so nice.” She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling.
“We’ll get a photo of you, and me, and put them in, then when we’re not together you can wear it and know that wearetogether.”
“I love that.” She suddenly flung her arms around my neck and kissed me, her small delicate body pressing onto mine.
I kissed her back, savoring the taste and feel of her. My presents had been well received, and that filled me with pleasure.
“Can I wear it now?” she asked. “Daddy.”
“Of course you can, baby girl, on one condition.”
“And what’s that?”
“It’s the only thing you wear.”
She twisted her hair around her finger and bit on her bottom lip. “Naked except for my new locket?”
“Yes.” Fuck, my cock twitched in my sweats. It was the excitement in her eyes. That switch to desire and need that happened in an instant and shouted to me that she wanted me.
Was there anything hotter than being wanted?
I didn’t think so.
I needed to get flesh on flesh, fill my hands with her, lose myself in her, lose myself to pleasure and drive her wild with hers.
