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I move on to her underwear drawer, and my chest hitches when I eye her panties. Jesus, I want to paint them in my seed.

A thought that has never occurred to me before now, but I’m almost desperate to succeed.

I grab the first pair, a soft white lace pair of panties with a bra to match, and without allowing myself to delve into the fact that my cock is thickening, I place them on her bed then head toward the gym.

Time to get my priorities right, and then I’ll text my little nightmare specific instructions detailing exactly what I want.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

IMMIE

My phone buzzes on the lounger, but I ignore it and push myself harder, faster. Fern was right when she said I needed a sport to help keep me sane. Swimming does that for me; it gives me focus and has allowed me to have a passion outside of my obsession with Jensen.

Pushing off the wall, I swim back toward the steps, and my phone buzzes again. “Ugh!” I scream as I tilt my head toward the ceiling. I need to place my phone on silent; this intrusion in my morning routine will not do.

I climb out of the pool and dry the tips of my hair on the towel before picking up my phone.

Daddy: Are you ready to do as you’re told?

My heart skips a beat.

This morning, when I entered the kitchen, I was worried about him being filled with regret from last night. Instead, he looked at me with need and intrigue. With want. The switch has finally happened, and there’s not a doubt in my mind Jensen wants me, so I’m about to give him everything he never knew he needed.

Daddy: As soon as you’ve finished swimming I need you to go to your room and message me when you’re there.

Holy shit, I was going to silence this message.

I almost drop my phone while fumbling to wrap my towel around me.

My heart hammers as I rush out of the room and up the stairs like a starving animal about to be fed, and that’s exactly how I feel, starved of his attention.

With clothes laid out on my bed and my sneakers lined up on the floor, a zap of triumph hits me. He’s been in my room. He’s touched my panties.

Why does that make so much slickness gather in my swimsuit?

Me: I’m in my bedroom.

Daddy: Good girl. Check out your closet first.

When I open the closet door, my mouth falls open. There’re dozens of clothes on the rails and shoeboxes stacked high. I run my fingers along the various fabrics and colors.

Wow.

My eyes fill with tears. Holy shit, this is a lot.

When the hell did he do this? I’ve only been out of my room for a couple of hours.

Me: They’re beautiful. Thank you.

Daddy: I picked them all.

My heart squeezes. He chose them all. He spent his time and money choosing each of them. Tears prick my eyes, but I swallow back the emotion and reply to his message.

Me: I love everything.

Daddy: (Laughing emoji). You haven’t tried them on yet.

Me: I don’t care. I love them because you chose them.