Page 29 of Cutter

Take me home, Emily. Take me home.

And she had, after a thorough inspection. Happy vibes had clung to the dress, and the fifteen-year-old who’d worn it had been careful with her official symbol of womanhood. In Emily’s mind, she’d imagined a gorgeous girl with wistful eyes and long dark hair piled up under a tiara being led to the dance floor by a proud father. A beautiful rite of passage.

“I found it. It’s my princess dress,” she whispered.

“It’s very pretty. Do you wear it often?”

“Not often.” She lifted one shoulder. “It needs…”

“An audience,” he cut in. “A Daddy to admire it on you.”

“Yes.”

“I understand, and I won’t grill you with any more questions. You can put it back in the closet. I’m proud of you. Your play clothes and shoes are organized and neat. Even the matching items.” He brushed a finger down her cheek. His touch left a burning trail, and the tiny hairs on her skin stood with excitement.

“This is a pretty playroom,” he said, studying her room. “Very creative.”

Cutter went straight for the decorative piece on the right wall, her name on a pink neon sign with a tiny blue heart next to the Y. Emily had fallen in love with it when she saw it advertised on an internet site. Twisting her fingers behind her back, she chewed the inside of her cheek as he continued toward the shelves where she displayed the precious stuffies she’d saved despite years of shuffling from home to home, her collection of teen magazines, superhero comics, coloring books, and pencils. He paused next to her twin-sized bed, smiling at her flowered bedspread and matching soft yellow and pink pillows. Nodding, he returned to her side, and she relaxed. This room was her pride and joy, the shelter where she came to destress after a bad day at the station. She’d worked on it for months. His approval meant a lot.

“I expect you to keep everything this way,” he said, pointing at her closet. “It will make my life easier whenever I have to search for an item.”

Oops.Her stomach jumped. “Search? For what?”

“For whatever I think is necessary at the moment. Are you forgetting something?”

“I can’t imagine.”

“Hmmm, careful with that sass.” He pointed from her to himself. “You’re my girl, and I’m your Daddy. Do I have to remind you? You asked me to stay.”

Pouting, she nodded. “I did.”

“I give the orders, and you obey.”

“Well, sure you would.” Emily gave an exaggerated roll of the eyes.

“Emily, watch yourself.”

“Oh, wow. What’re you going to do now? Order me to tidy up my bathroom?”

“I’ve had enough of this.” Grabbing her arm, Cutter pulled her out of the playroom as he strode for her living room. She tried to keep up with his larger stride, but it was difficult, and she was forced to double her steps.

“Slow down, Daddy? Please. You’re moving too fast. Did I upset you? I’m sorry.”

“All that sweetness ain’t going to work, kitten. You’ve been curious about this since we met. It’s time.”

“I don’t know what you mean. I swear. I’m not curious.”

“That earned you five extra strokes. Lie again, and you get another five.”

“No!” she protested, but lo and behold, her clit was twitching and her erect nipples ached with arousal.

Cutter sat at the edge of the sofa, spreading his legs wide.

“Come closer. Turn around.”

The order confused her, but she obeyed without hesitation. He pulled the zipper, and the romper dropped to her feet.

“Face me.”

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