Page 77 of Cutter

“Daddy?”

Looking over his shoulder, he froze. In his kitchen stood a Daddy’s fantasy come to life. With her black hair piled high to support the tiara and the strapless, sparkling dress clinging to her curves while pushing up her creamy breasts, Emily was both angelic and devilish.

Cutter dropped the knife and wiped his hands dry. Words had left him. He stood transfixed a long moment. His eyes locked with hers until the Dominant smacked him back to reality.

“You’re gorgeous, kitten. Turn around for me? I want to see every angle.”

Extending her well-toned arms, she turned in place. Her smile and bearing displayed a touch of pride and satisfaction. Obviously, Emily thought she looked good. With his compliment and open admiration, he’d bolstered her belief, and it showed. He loved seeing his baby confident and happy. It was a far better look on her, more genuine, than wearing a gown embroidered with sequins.

“I realize this dress means a lot to you, and I’m glad you’re showing it to me. How do you feel wearing it?”

“Like a princess.” Holding the skirt to the sides, she gave a small curtsy. “I feel pretty, Daddy.”

Stepping forward, he cupped her cheek. “You’re more than pretty. Every day of your life, and with or without the dress, youareDaddy’s beautiful princess. Isn’t that right?”

“I think so, Daddy.”

“Think?” He frowned. “Are you unsure of Daddy’s words? I don’t talk to hear the sound of my voice. I mean what I say. You’re going to learn that tonight.”

“No, no, no. Sorry. It was…a silly thing to say.”

“Hmmm… We’ll see.” Dropping his arm, he walked to the small breakfast table, the only table in his place, and dragged out a chair. “Sit.” He tapped the backrest. “I’ll be done in a moment.”

Whirling within a puffy cloud of silk and wispy fabric, she went to the chair. Carefully, she fluffed out her skirt to avoid crushing the fabric and sat down on her bare bottom.

Interesting. Sometimes, inspiration comes out of the blue.

A naughty idea popped out. Might as well begin the night’s proceedings.

His baby girl was in luck. Actually, they were both in luck. Listening to his instincts, he’d purchased several toys with her in mind. But he’d put them aside, waiting for the right occasion to surprise her. And what do you know? She’d volleyed the first ball to him. Now it was his turn to volley back. Preparation was first on the list.

“You’re careful with your dress. I approve.” He stood facing her.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“This is what you’re going to do.” Smiling, he lifted the front of the skirt. “Hold the hem. Yes, that’s a good girl. Now, move up your skirt. Take it past your thighs and do it carefully. We don’t want to make ugly wrinkles, right, baby?”

So far, so good. Despite her confused expression, she rolled the skirt to the juncture of her thighs and hips. Only a hint of her sweet pussy appeared.

“Perfect,” he said. “Now spread your legs, but don’t let go of the skirt.” He guided her knee out. “That’s good. A little wider. Anchor the heel of your foot on the bar and relax.” Cuttertouched the bar between the legs of the chair. “Gravity will do the rest.”

“Oh, I see,” she said, doing the same with the left foot. As she anchored her foot, both legs flopped out a bit. Cutter reached under the skirt, grasped her butt, then slid her forward. “Scoot down, kitten. Yes. Now, relax your shoulders on the backrest.”

Here was his vision. With her legs wide apart and her body slightly tilted, her splayed pussy came in perfect view, revealing glistening, red flesh.

Good heavens, she was aroused.

To this point, he’d functioned in full control, directing and explaining what he wanted from her. But now, emotions and arousal battered him. The forces were strong, almost too powerful for him. Caught within the love and need to join physically and spiritually with her, Cutter’s control faltered. Reason had left him a while ago. His cock pushed hard against the zipper of his shorts, demanding access to Emily’s entrance. Without a voice of its own, his erection taunted his mind with remembered sensations of her intimate heaven, the plush heat, and greedy contractions.

Focus!

Despite his dry mouth, he forced a swallow and snapped his head up, tearing himself away from Emily’s alluring view.

“Stay as you are. I’ll be right back.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her voice followed Cutter as he dashed to his bedroom, second-guessing himself. He’d had no problem withholding climax from other submissives, but this was Emily. His heart, soul, and libido were fully engaged. Maybe he should consider a different punishment. Edging would be hard on her…and, let’s be real, on him too. Forget blue balls. His nuts would be near black by the time this punishment was over. Ah, but when the final release came, they’d both be ecstatic and happily spent.

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