“Well, if I ask who you are and you tell me you’re my princess, I’ll know you want to feel pretty like every other princess out there,” he explained, trailing his finger down my chest. “But if you tell me you’re my sweetheart, then that can be our code for you wanting to prove what a good boy you are.”
“I like that, Daddy.” We both stilled and my eyes went wide. The words were out there, and I couldn’t take them back. The truth was, I didn’twantthem back. I’d been thinking of him that way since the night he’d taken me out to his place, and he’d slipped up. I’d said it as I drifted off to sleep, and I’d realized the next day I meant it.
If I was ever going to try having a Daddy of my own, John was the man I wanted in that role. He proved every single day how much he cared about me. He suggested I take breaks after lunch so I could rest up, then led me into the playroom at the club so I could keep reading my book. I was addicted to the fantasy world of Kythshire and couldn’t wait to see what happened next.
A couple of times, Jack was in The Lodge, working on various projects, when John escorted me through the empty bar. I kept waiting for him to remind me I wasn’t there to slack off and had a job to do, but he never did anything more than smile.
“Oh baby, you have no idea how much I love those words on your lips.” He cupped my face, kissing me deeply. It wasn’t hard and frenzied the way some of our kisses were. He took his time, as if worshipping my mouth. When he broke the kiss, I expected him to ask if I was sure, but he didn’t. Instead, he asked, “Who are you?”
“Daddy’s princess,” I answered.
He’d eventually learn that he didn’t even have to ask, unless he spent the night and we were still in bed. It was hard to explain—and definitely made me sound a bit less than sane—but when I woke up each day, I just knew which side of myself was coming out to play. Had I been feeling more masculine today, I would have wrapped myself in the fluffy terrycloth robe hanging in the closet. I’d swiped it from a hotel room where I’d followed a hookup at the bar. It was my consolation prize, of sorts, because the sex hadn’t been anything to write home about and he’d literally ripped my shirt off my body. I wasn’t even a little remorseful about the fact the hotel probably charged him for it.
When I felt pretty, I was all about textures. Sure, there were parts of my wardrobe that still needed an overhaul, but I’d promised I would work on that as soon as I got my first paycheck. Until then, it was my black silk robe with cherry blossoms. It was short, ending just below the curve of my ass, and whenever I wrapped myself in it, I felt invincible. Beautiful.
“How funny.” John reached behind him and picked up the blindfold he’d dropped when I had my meltdown. He held it up in front of me. “Look what this says. I’d say it’s pretty perfect, wouldn’t you agree?”
It really, really was. Now that I got a better look, it wasn’t so much a blindfold as a sleep mask. It was black velour with hot pink stitching that said ‘Daddy’s Little Princess’ with a tiara over the words.
“I wondered if it was too much,” he admitted, taking my hand in both of his. “I know I told you I didn’t want you calling me Daddy until you were ready, but ever since that night, I’ve been hopeful that you’d say it again when you were awake. I saw this online and had to buy it for you.”
“I love it. Thank you, so, so much!” I twisted around so I straddled his lap. “But why are you giving this to me now? Did you decide we aren’t going out tonight?”
“No, princess.” He combed the hair away from my face. “I wanted to surprise you. I picked up an outfit that I’d love to see you in tonight, but I thought it would be more fun if it was like one of those makeover shows you love so much. I’m going to help you get dressed, and then you can see when it’s time for the big reveal.”
“I hope notjustlike those shows,” I quipped.
“No, you’re probably right about that,” he agreed, cupping a hand around the back of my neck, drawing me close so my ear was near his mouth. “The hosts of those shows probably don’t pick out sexy underwear for the people they’re dressing, but I do. I have a whole wish list of things I’m going to spoil you with.”
“I like the sound of that,” I replied breathlessly. My dick, which had started to deflate a bit, was now coming back to life.
“Good. Now, stand up for Daddy, and I’m going to get you ready for your big night.” As soon as I complied, he lowered the mask over my eyes.
I couldn’t see anything, but I heard him ripping the wrapping paper. I cringed, because I’d always been one of those people who carefully peeled back the tape and neatly folded the paper. It was a habit I’d picked up from my grandma, and she was probably rolling in her grave right about now.
Next came tissue paper rustling as he pulled something out of the box. He held the fabric to my cheek, allowing me to feel the slight scratch that had to be lace. He kissed his way down my body, nuzzling my dick on his retreat. He tapped one foot, and I lifted it, holding onto his shoulder for support. He did the same on the other side, then slowly pulled the fabric up my legs.
Once they rested on my hips, he reached inside the underwear, adjusting my dick. I could feel the bite of the elastic waistband just below the head of my cock. He stroked me a few times, dragging his thumb through my slit. “Maybe I should have waited until you weren’t hard to try these on but, fuck, you look amazing. You’re a dirty little slut for your Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, wondering how I’d managed to get the words out when I couldn’t breathe. “Will you take a picture so I can see?”
Okay, so much for that no dirty pics rule I’d maintained until this moment.
“Not tonight, princess. If you want to see, I’ll let you have a peek once you’re dressed,” he told me. It settled me to know he wouldn’t let me trample my own limits just because all the blood had pooled in the wrong head.
He untied the robe, caressing my shoulders as he pushed the fabric away from my body. A gust of cold air hit my skin, making me shiver.
“Lift your hands for me, princess,” he instructed me. I did as I was told, holding my arms overhead. He pulled down what I first thought was a tank top, but it stopped just below my chest.
Holy. Fuck. I blinked a few times, tears pooling in my eyes as I realized he’d put me in a bralette. I’d drooled over them on websites, but even as I started considering what I was going to buy for myself to replace my boring underwear, the dainty garments had been a step further than I expected myself to go.
I reached up, needing to feel the lace covering my chest. My tits, as he referred to them when we were playing. I pressed my legs together tightly, loving the way I felt right now. I stood tall and proud, arching my back, thrusting my chest towards him.
“Does baby like that?” he whispered before nipping my neck. Then, he kissed his way down the scalloped edge on one side, burying his face at the center, then back up the other side. “I might have to buy you one of these in every color and fabric.”
My breaths came in ragged pants as he cupped my package, rubbing my dick with one hand and my tits with the other. Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck. I wasn’t going to last. “Please, Daddy!”
“Oh no, not yet. You’re only half dressed, and we’re going to be late as it is.” He let go of me and I heard the paper crinkling again. He quickly pulled a tight, short skirt up my legs. I felt the cold metal of a zipper at the side. John gave it a quick tug, then smoothed his hand over the front of the fabric. “Fuck. I knew you’d look good in just about anything, but this is fucking lethal. I’ll be right back. I forgot the last piece in the car.”
