Page 71 of Daddy's Little Cupcake

“Little cupcake, you can tell me anything,” Daddy said as he rubbed her back.

Charlotte peaked around Moody to see his face. He still looked concerned but less than he did before.

“Embarrassed,” she whispered before she smushed her face into Moody again. Would he be turned off because she was turned on by him? Did he only want a little girl and nothing sexual? Did he only see her as a little girl, or did he also see her as the woman she was?

“Little cupcake,” Daddy said. “You know you don’t have to be embarrassed to tell Daddy, right? There’s nothing between Daddy and his little cupcake.”

Charlotte kept her face in Moody. Embarrassment flooded her body.

“Cupcake.” He placed his hand on her back and rubbed it. “Does this have anything to do with the underwear I found in the dirty hamper?”

She gasped and looked at him. He found the underwear? Her face turned beat red before she covered her face with Moody again. How embarrassing. He found her soaked underwear.

“Charlotte,” he called out. “Can you look at me?”

She shook her head. She didn’t want to look at him right now, not when he knew her secret. How was she going to explain what that was? Would he believe it if she told him she had wet herself?

“Cupcake, please look at me.”

It was hard for Charlotte not to look at him when he talked to her like that. His voice was so sweet but commanding at the same time. It made her want to obey him, no matter what.

Charlotte turned over and peaked from behind Moody.

“There’s my beautiful little cupcake.” A smile broke out across his face.

Daddy ran his hands through Charlotte’s hair and helped her relax some.

“Daddy did some laundry today while you were napping and found your underwear. You didn’t have an accident, did you? I didn’t find anything on the bed to indicate you did.”

Charlotte shook her head. She was caught red handed, and she couldn’t lie about it. He knew what it was, and there was no way around it.

“Words, little cupcake,” Daddy got onto her.

Charlotte knew he liked words; that was another one of the rules, well, lesser rules. Daddy always wanted a verbal answer, and she tended to forget. It was something she was trying to work on, but she still forgot.

“No, Daddy. I didn’t wet myself,” she whispered.

“I think I have an idea of what it was, but could you tell me?” he asked.

Charlotte’s mouth went dry. If he already knew, why did she have to say it out loud?

“It’s okay, you can do it,” Finn encouraged her.

“I was turned on,” she replied.

“Turned on by what?”

Charlotte’s face went red, and she tried to hide it, but he wouldn’t let her. He cupped her cheek and held her head in place.

“You can tell Daddy.”

“You.”

Satisfaction filled his face, and he kissed her forehead.

“Daddy’s pleased to hear that,” he murmured against her skin.

Charlotte stared at him in shock. Daddy was pleased?

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