her chair before disappearing into the kitchen to get the food.
“It’s delicious, Senator…Maxwell,” she corrected after taking a small bite of salmon.
I wanted to correct her—to tell her to call me Max—but Maxwell sounded so fucking sexy when rolling off of her lips, I decided to let it go. She complimented my cooking several more times as we engaged in small talk, making the atmosphere throughout dinner extremely pleasant.
“Mackenzie,” I said, finally deciding to bring up the subject we’d both been avoiding all night. “I’m sorry I lied to you earlier. It’s just that I’m used to getting what I want, and doing anything necessary to get it.”
She nodded and ate another bite of her salmon before she inquired, “So, Maxwell, what was it that you wanted?”
I wanted to lie, or at least sugar coat it, but I knew she wouldn’t settle for anything less than the complete truth from me. “I wanted a weekend alone together where I could do whatever I wanted to you.”
I wasn’t sure what type of reaction I expected from her, but leaning forward, elbows on the table, saying, “Tell me more, Maxwell,” wasn’t one of them.
“Well, I wanted to bring you here so that we could get to know each other better. I wanted to make sure we weren’t rushed. I wanted to do certain things to you that we never seem to get to do because of time constraints.”
She bit her lower lip, sucking on it to ease the pain from her teeth. “Like what?”
I laughed. “Well, that’s something we would discuss if you decided to spend the weekend.”
She wrinkled her brow for a moment and then questioned, “Like tonight, and the rest of the weekend? I didn’t bring any of my things.”
I tried to hide my smile at the fact she was even considering staying. “ If you decide to stay, we will discuss that and any of your other concerns, as well as go over my rules and any limits you may have.”
“Rules?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.
“Of course, but let’s eat dessert first. Then you can tell me your decision before we start getting ahead of ourselves.”
I knew she’d already decided, but I didn’t want to push her. I wanted to give her time to adjust to the idea that there would be rules…and consequences if she broke those rules.
I watched as she ate the chocolate mousse, licking the spoon clean between bites. Once she told me that she was going to stay, she’d be putting that mouth to much better use.
She finished dessert and set down her spoon. “Alright, tell me your rules.”
“I assume that means you’re staying?” I asked with a smirk.
“That depends on the rules,” she replied coyly.
“Why don’t we move into the lounge where we’ll be more comfortable?” I suggested.
I poured her another glass of wine since I was no longer worried about her driving.
“The rules are simple,” I said, handing her the glass as I sat down on the couch beside her. “When you are here, you will give yourself completely to me to use for my pleasure. We don’t need to discuss anything further unless you decide to stay.”
“And what about my clothing?”
“I’ve gotten clothing just for you, my little girl, but may ask that you go without anytime I’d like to see your body better.”
I watched her swallow thickly, then close her eyes and take a deep breath before telling me, “Okay, I’ll stay.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I corrected.
“Okay, Daddy,” she repeated, biting her lip.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small velvet box I had collected from the house safe earlier in the day when she revealed she would be coming tonight. “This is for you.”
Her eyes got wide as she took the box, and when she opened it she smiled. Inside was a small charm made of white gold that said, Daddy’s Little Girl.
“When you wear this, you are mine completely.” She nodded. “There may be times during the weekend when I remove it. During those times, you will be yourself and make your
“It’s delicious, Senator…Maxwell,” she corrected after taking a small bite of salmon.
I wanted to correct her—to tell her to call me Max—but Maxwell sounded so fucking sexy when rolling off of her lips, I decided to let it go. She complimented my cooking several more times as we engaged in small talk, making the atmosphere throughout dinner extremely pleasant.
“Mackenzie,” I said, finally deciding to bring up the subject we’d both been avoiding all night. “I’m sorry I lied to you earlier. It’s just that I’m used to getting what I want, and doing anything necessary to get it.”
She nodded and ate another bite of her salmon before she inquired, “So, Maxwell, what was it that you wanted?”
I wanted to lie, or at least sugar coat it, but I knew she wouldn’t settle for anything less than the complete truth from me. “I wanted a weekend alone together where I could do whatever I wanted to you.”
I wasn’t sure what type of reaction I expected from her, but leaning forward, elbows on the table, saying, “Tell me more, Maxwell,” wasn’t one of them.
“Well, I wanted to bring you here so that we could get to know each other better. I wanted to make sure we weren’t rushed. I wanted to do certain things to you that we never seem to get to do because of time constraints.”
She bit her lower lip, sucking on it to ease the pain from her teeth. “Like what?”
I laughed. “Well, that’s something we would discuss if you decided to spend the weekend.”
She wrinkled her brow for a moment and then questioned, “Like tonight, and the rest of the weekend? I didn’t bring any of my things.”
I tried to hide my smile at the fact she was even considering staying. “ If you decide to stay, we will discuss that and any of your other concerns, as well as go over my rules and any limits you may have.”
“Rules?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.
“Of course, but let’s eat dessert first. Then you can tell me your decision before we start getting ahead of ourselves.”
I knew she’d already decided, but I didn’t want to push her. I wanted to give her time to adjust to the idea that there would be rules…and consequences if she broke those rules.
I watched as she ate the chocolate mousse, licking the spoon clean between bites. Once she told me that she was going to stay, she’d be putting that mouth to much better use.
She finished dessert and set down her spoon. “Alright, tell me your rules.”
“I assume that means you’re staying?” I asked with a smirk.
“That depends on the rules,” she replied coyly.
“Why don’t we move into the lounge where we’ll be more comfortable?” I suggested.
I poured her another glass of wine since I was no longer worried about her driving.
“The rules are simple,” I said, handing her the glass as I sat down on the couch beside her. “When you are here, you will give yourself completely to me to use for my pleasure. We don’t need to discuss anything further unless you decide to stay.”
“And what about my clothing?”
“I’ve gotten clothing just for you, my little girl, but may ask that you go without anytime I’d like to see your body better.”
I watched her swallow thickly, then close her eyes and take a deep breath before telling me, “Okay, I’ll stay.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I corrected.
“Okay, Daddy,” she repeated, biting her lip.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small velvet box I had collected from the house safe earlier in the day when she revealed she would be coming tonight. “This is for you.”
Her eyes got wide as she took the box, and when she opened it she smiled. Inside was a small charm made of white gold that said, Daddy’s Little Girl.
“When you wear this, you are mine completely.” She nodded. “There may be times during the weekend when I remove it. During those times, you will be yourself and make your
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