rarely surprised, so I hoped breakfast would be a pleasant one.
“Now, little one, let’s get you up to your room and into something more comfortable.”
I did love her in the heels, and I would find a way to get her into them again, but I’d been staring at that ass for far too long. My dick was so excruciatingly hard, though, I thought it might explode if I didn’t get some sort of relief soon.
I led her upstairs and to her newly designated room. It had pale yellow walls with a large bed in the center—not what I would want for a little girl’s room, but I’d never had a woman in my home in this capacity before. Besides, even if I had, how would I explain to the interior decorator that I wanted a room for a little girl even though I was childless?
“This is your room.”
She stood in the doorway and looked from me to the room and back again.
“My room?” she asked, clearly confused. “But, um…I thought I’d be sleeping with you , Daddy.”
“That is for me to decide, but you do need a room of your own so you can get ready for me. You also need to have someplace to be alone if you need it.”
She nodded. “Now, little one, I’m going to show you to my room. I want to make sure you know the way.”
I took her to my room at the end of the hall, and when I opened the double doors, her eyes widened.
“What are you thinking, little girl?” I asked, wanting to know what it was that made her nipples stand erect under her thin shirt.
Chapter 8
I had been imagining Maxwell Joseph’s bedroom since I was fourteen years old. At first, I’d imagined it all modern and chic, full of stainless steel, weird shaped furniture…things like that. Then about six months ago, when I heard that he was into tying up girls and having them call him Daddy, I imagined it full of spiked leather, with chains hanging from the ceiling and whips attached to the walls. His room was neither. It was elegant—classy even—with soft lighting in all the right places. The room was done mostly in black and gray, with some blue accents added in strategic places. He did have leather in there, but it was a small leather couch and chair off to the side in a sitting area. His bed also had leather, but it was a tastefully decorated head and footboard. For all the times I’d imagined his room, I was there now, and I was positive he was going to fuck me in that beautiful bed.
My nipples became instantly hard at the thought, and I felt wetness gather between my legs in anticipation.
“What are you thinking, little girl?” he asked me softly.
I didn’t want to tell him that I’d just been fantasizing about being fucked in his bed, so I responded with a half-truth. “I was thinking your bedroom is absolutely beautiful.”
He smiled. “Well then, I hope you like the bathroom, too. Please go in there and run a bath. I’m going to go to your room and pick out what you will wear tonight.”
“Daddy, I didn’t bring any clothes,” I reminded him. It was another half truth; I’d packed a bag and left it in my car. I couldn’t very well show up on his doorstep with an overnight bag and pretend that I wasn’t going to stay.
“Yes, little one, I know. I’ve been planning this for a while now, hoping you would be here.”
I smiled; I knew it was wrong, but he’d gone to a lot of trouble for this weekend. After he left, I moved to a doorway I assumed was the bathroom. It was, and it was beyond amazing. The decor matched his bedroom, and there were black, white and gray marble tiles covering the floor and walls. Off to the side was a large jetted tub, so I began running the water.
When the tub was nearly full, Maxwell returned. “Get in, little girl.”
I stepped out of my shoes, peeled off my thigh highs, and removed my top and undergarments before easing into the steaming hot water, where he bathed me from head to toe. I’d been given baths as a kid, and though I didn’t really remember them, I was sure they were nothing
“Now, little one, let’s get you up to your room and into something more comfortable.”
I did love her in the heels, and I would find a way to get her into them again, but I’d been staring at that ass for far too long. My dick was so excruciatingly hard, though, I thought it might explode if I didn’t get some sort of relief soon.
I led her upstairs and to her newly designated room. It had pale yellow walls with a large bed in the center—not what I would want for a little girl’s room, but I’d never had a woman in my home in this capacity before. Besides, even if I had, how would I explain to the interior decorator that I wanted a room for a little girl even though I was childless?
“This is your room.”
She stood in the doorway and looked from me to the room and back again.
“My room?” she asked, clearly confused. “But, um…I thought I’d be sleeping with you , Daddy.”
“That is for me to decide, but you do need a room of your own so you can get ready for me. You also need to have someplace to be alone if you need it.”
She nodded. “Now, little one, I’m going to show you to my room. I want to make sure you know the way.”
I took her to my room at the end of the hall, and when I opened the double doors, her eyes widened.
“What are you thinking, little girl?” I asked, wanting to know what it was that made her nipples stand erect under her thin shirt.
Chapter 8
I had been imagining Maxwell Joseph’s bedroom since I was fourteen years old. At first, I’d imagined it all modern and chic, full of stainless steel, weird shaped furniture…things like that. Then about six months ago, when I heard that he was into tying up girls and having them call him Daddy, I imagined it full of spiked leather, with chains hanging from the ceiling and whips attached to the walls. His room was neither. It was elegant—classy even—with soft lighting in all the right places. The room was done mostly in black and gray, with some blue accents added in strategic places. He did have leather in there, but it was a small leather couch and chair off to the side in a sitting area. His bed also had leather, but it was a tastefully decorated head and footboard. For all the times I’d imagined his room, I was there now, and I was positive he was going to fuck me in that beautiful bed.
My nipples became instantly hard at the thought, and I felt wetness gather between my legs in anticipation.
“What are you thinking, little girl?” he asked me softly.
I didn’t want to tell him that I’d just been fantasizing about being fucked in his bed, so I responded with a half-truth. “I was thinking your bedroom is absolutely beautiful.”
He smiled. “Well then, I hope you like the bathroom, too. Please go in there and run a bath. I’m going to go to your room and pick out what you will wear tonight.”
“Daddy, I didn’t bring any clothes,” I reminded him. It was another half truth; I’d packed a bag and left it in my car. I couldn’t very well show up on his doorstep with an overnight bag and pretend that I wasn’t going to stay.
“Yes, little one, I know. I’ve been planning this for a while now, hoping you would be here.”
I smiled; I knew it was wrong, but he’d gone to a lot of trouble for this weekend. After he left, I moved to a doorway I assumed was the bathroom. It was, and it was beyond amazing. The decor matched his bedroom, and there were black, white and gray marble tiles covering the floor and walls. Off to the side was a large jetted tub, so I began running the water.
When the tub was nearly full, Maxwell returned. “Get in, little girl.”
I stepped out of my shoes, peeled off my thigh highs, and removed my top and undergarments before easing into the steaming hot water, where he bathed me from head to toe. I’d been given baths as a kid, and though I didn’t really remember them, I was sure they were nothing
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