Page 17 of Daddy King

Mina

There is one rule Daddy insist that I follow.

In our bedroom, I am to never wear panties. He said that he wants no barrier between him and my little pussy, he wants direct access between my thighs whenever he sees me, which the rule goes into the second one and that is to never wear pants.

His wardrobe is filled with dresses, skirts, and beautiful flowing materials. There are so many options to choose from that I had to admire all the beautiful colors bombarding my eyes when Daddy smacked the door to his wardrobe open. It was like looking into a book of fairy tales, magical and so breathtakingly stunning.

It’s hard to believe that they are mine.

They aren’t the only things that are colorful. My jewelry surrounds the vanity mirror elegantly, each piece is an art form and I rarely touch them since it would destroy their aesthetics. I work all hours when I was with the Ennis family, and earrings would get in the way.

Then, the other colorful garments would be my panties.

I dig around them to find a pair to slip on, I never coordinate them to match my bra as I have no reason to think it would come in useful. That was before Daddy, I want to look good for him. Maybe he will touch me again like our first night, he gave me no mercy when he played with my little pussy and I didn’t need it either since I wantonly rocked my hips to his face.

Thinking back is so embarrassing.

I pull on a fresh pair of panties and pat down my dress, I curl my toes onto the carpeted floor and twirl in the full-length mirror. Taking my shoes, I slip them on and darts out the bedroom. Daddy had been in his main office all day, planning and talking to people about the venue for the wedding.

I had just finished my conversation with Helena, we talked about some gossip around the Ennis castle and what her wedding to Sir Frederick would be. She doesn’t want to be married, but it’s her duty to be the next leader as her parents want to retire.

I know I'm supposed to tell Daddy when I leave the room, but I need to ask him about the market in the city. It’s a little shop of trinkets and I want to go look for a present to make for Helena’s wedding.

It’s a month away, but I like to be prepared.

Just as I am about to make it to the corner, a man in a white and blue uniform comes out while being escorted by another man in the same uniform and a maid of the Sosis household.

The man I laid eyes on turns to me with the identical color of my eyes.

I stop breathing.

Something about this man makes the hair on my neck raise, at this point, I’m unsure as to how to proceed with the abrupt eye contact we have. Helena tells me that my eyes are a shade of blue too light to be a normal recessive gene, and it’s a rarity that makes me for who I am.

That nagging thought gets pushed aside, I don’t want to tap into that part of my brain where I have given up trying to find reasons for.

Dad, a wisp of whisper puffs.

No, stop, don’t think that.

“Are you Mina?” the man asks.

I peer at him silently, my shoulders tense in anxiety.

“I’m—”

Daddy’s large frame rounds the corner, my eyes automatically follow him as he steps in front of me. My shoulders ache, his big hands wrap me securely in his arms as I breathe in his scent.

He’s here, and I’m safe. Daddy won't let anything happen to me.

“He’s no one,” Daddy murmurs in my ear, kissing me on the cheek. “Go back to bed, I’ll be there soon.”

I nod, no need to tell me twice as the man’s blue eyes are gone from staring at me. It’s a hawk’s gaze that rips my body into a frenzy, I can’t describe the uncomfortable feeling I have just by being near him for seconds.

“I am your father, Mina.”

My breath shudders, a pained noise rolls from my trembling lips. Daddy’s arms tighten around me, the resonance of his growl lowers in a baritone snarl.

Deny, deny. My brain closes all my sense to focus my attention on Daddy, he’s the only thing grounding me to reality with this unbelievable situation.

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