May 20
“New dress, babygirl?”
I nod. “Just bought it today!”
“Little short, dontcha think?”
“Nope! Just long enough.”
Twirling, I make the short skirt flare just enough. My spin ends with me facing him, his form frozen across the room where he was loosening up from a long day at work. His eyes are glued to the hem of my new dress, slowly moving upwards until they meet mine, that possessive spark lighting from the depths. Daddy crosses the bedroom with a stride like that of a panther.
I am suddenly up against the wall, my hands pinned above me. He presses against my body and his mouth latches onto my neck. A large hand snakes its way under the hem of my dress. Strokes, presses. A moan escapes me.
“Remember, princess, you’re mine.”
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