Page 63 of Chasing Amber

He leads me back to the bathroom and opens a drawer. “It’s been a while since I fixed a Little girl’s hair, so bear with me while I get the hang of it.”

I watch in the mirror while he carefully brushes out my hair, parts it, and gathers it into two high pigtails. He does a great job. When he’s done, I spin around and hug him tightly.

My heart is racing. I’m so happy. Can this really work for us?

CHAPTER 22

Amber

“What are we doing?” I ask Daddy as he takes my hand and leads me through the apartment. He has a desk set up in the living room, and he sits in his giant chair and pulls me between his legs.

“I want to show you something.” He wiggles the mouse, bringing his computer and the large monitor to life. One of his arms snakes around me as if he’s anchoring me so I can’t escape.

I’m confused, but I wait while he clicks on several things until I’m suddenly looking at the inside of my bedroom. I gasp as I remember the camera he installed while I was trying on dresses. He can see my entire bedroom?

My Daddy rewinds, the screen changing so fast that I can’t see anything. Suddenly, he stops and lets it play. “This is right after I hooked it up,” he tells me, pointing at the screen.

I nod. It’s just my empty bedroom so far. Wait… I gasp as I watch myself walk out of the bathroom totally naked. “Daddy!”

He chuckles. “It’s a camera, baby. What did you think it was going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I shout. “Catch burglars?”

His body shakes as he laughs. “Do you remember why I installed it?”

I draw in a deep breath and stiffen. Shit. I remember.

“Why did I put that camera in your room, baby?”

“So I can’t masturbate.”

“Yep. It runs all the time. I can spot-check it anytime I want to make sure my Little girl keeps her fingers away from her greedy little pussy while she’s alone.”

I squirm in his arms. “Okay, you can turn it off now.”

“What? And miss the good part?” he teases.

“I was there. I don’t need to watch a sex video of myself.” But I really want to. Why am I so turned on by the idea of seeing us fucking?

“Are you sure?” he continues, teasing me further. “You insisted you didn’t scream. I wanted to show you.”

I jerk my head around to glare at him. “You… You… You…dog.”

His smile makes my face heat. “What happened to jerk face and turd monger?”

I stick my tongue out at him. “My butt is too sore to risk another spanking, if you must know.” I’m not facing the monitor, but I bury my face in Daddy’s chest when I hear myself scream. Damn him. He’s right. I’m a screamer.

He turns it off, wraps his arms around me, and lifts me up to sit on the glass desk top. His hands come to my waist, and he bends forward to kiss my tummy. “You’re adorable when you’re all flustered.”

“You tricked me.” I push out my bottom lip in a full pout.

“I did not. I installed a camera. I told you what I was doing and why. I can’t help that you didn’t know we could watch our first time together.”

“Are you going to delete it?” I shiver. What if someone else saw it?

“I can adjust it to any number of settings. I can program it so that it deletes itself every certain number of hours or days, or I can set it to back up everything.”

I chew on my bottom lip. “You want to keep that video?” I finally ask.

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