Page 24 of Mind Games

I knew he took advantage of me but he hadn't hurt me—yet.

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I nervously fixed the material of my dress. Daddy bought me a stunning royal blue dress, but it was so tight, and the two long slits on either side made me nervous. I’d put on weight since living with Daddy but seeing my new figure made me realise how gaunt I’d been. It was full-sleeved, but the deep V-neck showed too much of my boobs. The gold slingback heels were perfect though because the heels weren't too high.

“Wow!”

I looked at the mirror and Daddy stood behind me.

“Give me a twirl,” he demanded as the salacious look in his eyes intensified.

I smiled at his response and turned around.

“How did you curl your hair?” he murmured as he held my waist.

“Conditioner and some scrunch drying,” I said as I traced my finger down his blue tie.

He wore a dark grey suit that matched his eyes. It was much better than the brown one he wore the first time I met him.

“I don't think I will make it home without fucking you, baby,” he said as he tipped my head back and kissed me.

I rubbed the pink gloss off his lips with my thumb, trying to calm the flutter of excitement in the pit of my belly. My first date with Daddy was going to be unconventional, and I couldn't wait.

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Daddy seemed agitated when he handed his keys to the valet. I looked at his black Porsche and wondered if he thought his car might get damaged. When I looked back at Daddy, he glared at the guy who held his keys. I put my hand into his and tugged it until he broke his death glare off the poor man.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” I whispered.

“He was looking at your breasts,” he snapped back at me as we walked towards the hotel.

I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling at his jealousy. He was still seething by the time we were sat at our table. When the host left, I stood up and walked around the table to sit on Daddy’s lap. He sighed and put his arm around my waist.

“You chose the dress, Daddy. I’ve never worn anything like this before,” I said as I rubbed his jaw.

His eyes rose from my breasts to my eyes.

“I won't be making that mistake again,” he said ruefully. “What do you fancy?” he asked as he picked up the menu.

“You pick for me, Daddy,” I said before I parted my dress.

Daddy instantly pushed his hand between my legs. He froze and looked at me.

“Oh, you naughty girl. Where are your knickers?”

“I forgot to put them on, Daddy. I’m so sorry,” I said before I bit my lower lip.

“You are so fucked tonight,” he said sternly.

“Would it help if I crawled under the table and sucked your cock?”

I saw him swallow as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

“Sit on your seat and behave yourself,” he said, but his eyes twinkled with the promise of retribution.

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Daddy fed me the last of the ice cream. Once he had calmed down, he was warm and engaging with me for the rest of the evening. For the first time, I observed him interact with other people, and he was aloof toward them. The contrast was apparent, and it helped dissipate all of my negative, insecure thoughts.

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