Page 65 of Daddy's Princess

Sugar takes my arm and leans her head against me as we make our way to the elevator. Several people stop what they are doing to stare, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Sugar. I’m not at all surprised when she pulls away. However, I am surprised when she clambers up on the nearest desk.

“Can I have everyone’s attention, please!” Everyone who wasn’t already staring turns their attention to my girl. “Oliver Titan is my boyfriend. I’m going home with him right now to get him naked. If any of you have a problem with that, too dang bad.” She watches everyone’s reaction to her little announcement and nods, seeming satisfied by what she sees in their expressions. “Okay, good talk! Keep up the good work.”

I grab her around the waist and help her off the desk. “I’m assuming you no longer care if people know we are together?”

“Heck no. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“God, I love you.”

I give her a not-so-appropriate-for-work kiss right there in the middle of the office. The room erupts with clapping and cheering. Sugar pulls away with a blush. “Just making sure everyone knows you’re mine too.”

Epilogue – Six Months Later

Sugar

It’stheme night at Bidden and Bound, so it’s packed. Tonight’s theme is naughty masquerade. While it’s not fairytale—which I’ve made Andre promise would happen again—it’s turning out to be one of my favorites. Everyone is dressed to the nines. The ladies are wearing anything from ballgowns to barely-there lingerie, and the guys are either in typical clubwear leather or suits, and the random tuxedo.

I don’t get a chance to do more than wave at Candace and Andre as Oliver drags me through the club to the private rooms. Of course, Candace laughs, knowing exactly what is about to happen. Andre gives her a swat on her butt. Her eyes go wide, and she whirls on him. I’m not sure what is up with my two best friends, but I have my suspicions. I’ll let them keep their secrets.

For now.

Once we are alone in what’s become our favorite private room, Oliver takes off his mask, revealing his handsome face. I’m still in awe that out of all the people in the world, he chose me. These last six months have been the best of my life. A month after our reconciliation, I moved into Oliver’s penthouse apartment. That first night, Oliver asked me to wear his collar. Being collared isn’t something I ever thought I would want, but I didn’t hesitate to say yes when he asked.

Some part of me expected the collar to be big and clunky like I’ve seen in the club. I imagined I’d only wear it while we were either at home or at the club. I was surprised when Oliver pulled a delicate looking necklace with a small diamond encrusted heart from his pocket. I finger the thin gold chain that hasn’t left my neck since that day.

I love having the reminder that I am Oliver’s. It’s a token of his affection, protection, and a physical sign of my submission to him. The fact that it’s a beautiful piece of jewelry is just a bonus.

Oliver unties the cape from around his neck then throws it over the back of a chair. I shiver as he slowly unbuttons and rolls his black sleeves up to his elbows. My core clenches as I watch him preparing to administer my punishment. I’ll admit… I got a little sassy—okay, a lot sassy—with him because I’ve been craving a good session over his lap.

Lately, we’ve both been so busy with work our daily check-ins and daddy time have dwindled. Being a brat isn’t the best way to express my need for a spanking, but it’s effective. Case in point, I’m about to get the spanking of my life after an epic temper tantrum after getting scolded for breaking the “no treats unless I eat my dinner” rule. My argument was reminiscent of the Skittle argument we had months ago, that I’m a grown-ass adult, and can eat whatever I want. To which Oliver responded that I could but only after I had my dinner.

Oliver slowly circles me, taking me in. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”

I’m wearing a cotton candy pink dress. The skirt stops mid-thigh and is layer after layer of the softest tulle. It’s light and airy and is every little girl’s dream. It makes me feel like a princess. The top is a corset made of nothing but lace except for the part that covers my breasts. Oliver insisted that the designer add something to cover them. It’s adorable how possessive he gets of my body. Just the thought of another man seeing my breasts playing peek-a-boo through the lace was enough to drive him crazy.

Instead of us going out to dinner after my fitting, he took me straight home. We barely made it into the apartment before he had me pinned against the wall, fucking me like a caveman claiming his prize, and I loved every second of it.

“Maybe once or twice.”

“Good, because you look good enough to eat.”

“Thank you, daddy.” I’ve gotten much better at taking compliments lately. Oliver gives them to me frequently, and he’s so earnest it’s hard not to feel beautiful when he says I am. It helps that on one of my unpleasant phone calls with my mother, Oliver happened to overhear her berating me, and didn’t appreciate it one bit. In fact, he told my mom off in spectacular fashion. My only regret is not being able to see her face.

Oddly enough, my parents both adore Oliver. We visited them over the holidays, and when we went to the club’s Christmas party, my mother bragged to everyone that would listen about her brilliant artist daughter. It was weird. Good, but weird.

I shiver as Oliver loosens the white ribbon that holds the corset top in place. He lets it fall to the floor at my feet, leaving me in just my mask and skirt. I wonder what he’s going to say when he realizes I broke another rule—I’m not wearing panties.

He kneels behind me, running his palms slowly up my thighs and up under my skirt. He pauses when his hands find nothing but the smooth skin of my ass and freshly shaved pussy. Oliver makes a tsking sound. “Naughty girl, no panties. You’re just begging for punishment today, aren’t you?”

“I had to take them off, daddy. They were all wet and uncomfortable.” I put a little extra pout in my tone. I know he loves it when I let myself fall into the little girl role. It makes our dynamic just a little dirtier. A little taboo.

He pushes his fingers through my folds. I know exactly what he feels, I’m absolutely soaked from the anticipation of our night together. Every night with Oliver is fantastic, but there is something about being at B&B that turns things up a notch. It’s like being here gives us the freedom to fully embrace our roles as daddy and babygirl.

“So eager for your punishment. I wonder how eager you would be if you knew exactly what your punishment is.”

That makes me pause. Oliver can be very, very creative in his punishments. Everything from orgasm denial to forced orgasms. Spankings can range from intimate hand spanks over his knee to lighting my bottom up with a wooden hairbrush that hurts worse than any other implement he’s used.

“What is my punishment, daddy?” I ask, feeling small now that he’s reminded me, I might not get the spanking I’ve been hoping for.

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