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Because I am. I have to get used to that.

“You understand what I’m saying?”

My eyes widen and I nod. “Yes, Daddy,” I rise onto my tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“I’d like you to try it on for me.”

I bunch the nightgown up to my chest, wanting to jump and clap my hands and do a happy dance all at once.. “Yes, Daddy. Give me a couple minutes and–”

“No, that’s not what I mean.” Jack takes the nightgown and lays it out on the bed so it resembles a woman on a fainting couch. Then, he grabs the hem of my sweatshirt and begins to lift it.

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As Daddy pullsthe sweatshirt from me, my body goes hot. I didn’t know we were already getting into it, but I don’t mind.

“Lift your arms, princess,” he says, his tone calm and instructional.

I do so.

Jack pulls the sweatshirt up over my head and takes the time to fold it before placing it on the bed too.

I stand before him, goosebumps traveling across my skin, my nipples pricking from the cool air.

But when Jack takes his place back in front of me, he pays them no mind. He goes for my shorts next and pulls them down my legs, ignoring I’m not wearing underwear even as he sinks to his knees past my core, which is already dripping for him most surely.

“Step out,” he instructs.

I step out of the legs of the shorts, now naked from head to toe.

Jack folds the shorts. Grabs the nightgown and smiles at me as he bunches the fabric up at the neck.

He’s…changing me. Like I’m a little girl that needs help every step of the way. And not only am I allowing it, but I’m alsoenjoyingit. The care and attention he’s putting into making sure he does everything exactly so. The way that he can see my body naked and not ravish me on sight.

Of course, I want him to want me always. However, his restraint is compelling. His goal is not to see me naked.

His goal is to take care. Of me.

Jack has cared for me before. Washed my hair, lotioned my body, made sure I haven’t had to lift a finger.

This feels different.

“Arms up, princess.”

I do so, allow him to pull the nightgown over my head, plunge me into darkness as I thread my arms through the sleeves.

“There you are, baby girl,” Jack coos when I emerge from the neckline.

I smile.

He smooths the nightgown down over my body. Takes out the claw clip from my hair and allows my curls to tumble down. Once he’s satisfied, he takes a step back. “You look perfect, princess.”

I find myself speechless. My body is buzzing, and I’m…happy.

“Do a twirl for me.”

I do so, sticking my hands out at my sides. The skirt flutters around me. I feel beautiful.

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