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Les had chosen the perfect craft.
CHAPTER 17
Raelynn
“These arethe boots I got you. They’re pretty plain right now, but not for long.” Daddy smiled widely and it was so contagious, Raelynn couldn’t help but smile back. “We need to make sure they fit properly first. We don’t want to finish them, only to find out they’re too big or too small.”
Daddy knelt down and removed the Mary-Jane flats she had on, sliding proper socks on to her feet then putting the boots on and lacing them up. He pressed down on the front of the boots testing where her toes were. When he was satisfied with the results of that test, he told her to walk around in them.
Raelynn did and found herself walking on a cloud. How had he found boots so comfy? Every pair she’d ever owned had been hard and flat inside, but these hugged her feet in as if they’d been custom made.
“They’re so good, Daddy,” she declared after walking a circle around the room, “So comfy and cushy!”
“Good,” Daddy said, “Then let’s get them back off and get to work making them beautiful.”
Daddy helped her every step of the way. First with wrapping the black soles in painter’s tape so they wouldn’t accidentally color them as well. They then removed the laces and taped up the very top of the boots as well, where there was a black cushion that wrapped the ankle. Once they’d done all that, Daddy handed her some purple acrylic paint and a paintbrush. She painted the entire exposed area of the boots in purple paint. Daddy said they had to wait for thirty minutes before they could do the rest. The paint needed to dry.
While they waited, they playedCandy Land. Daddy had lost his knack. There’d been a time, long ago, when Daddy won almost every game, but she completely skunked him today. She’d taken advantage of every shortcut while her poor Daddy seemed to land on all the pits that kept him stuck in place. Finally, waiting time was up, and Daddy helped her mix together some Mod Podge and glitter. They mixed and mixed until the glitter was evenly spread through the glue. Then it was time to paint.
They painted on a layer, waited for it to dry while playing more board games, then repeated the process. Five layers of glitter later, Raelynn declared the boots sparkly enough. There was one more round of waiting as they playedApples to Apples. When the time came to do the final step, Daddy said Raelynn had to stand back. He put a mask over her mouth and nose, and one over his own, before spraying the boots with a finishing varnish.
“These will take twenty-four hours to dry,” Daddy declared, “but this time tomorrow, we’ll take them for a spin and hike one of the trails.”
Raelynn clapped her hands and giggled, unable to contain her excitement. Daddy cleaned up all the mess, and stuck his fist down into one boot, then did the same with the second as if to make sure they didn’t rub against each other. Then he lookeddown at her and she giggled when his forehead furrowed, his eyes going from his hidden hands to hers.
“I’ve got this, Daddy,” she said, moving closer and tucking her hand into his back pocket.
He grinned. “Aren’t you a very smart Little girl.”
When they reached the door, she opened it with her free hand and giggled when he had to turn to the side and scoot out. It was just a pair of boots, but he was treating them like she’d created a masterpiece.
“Let’s set these in the room to dry, then we’ll get some lunch, okay?”
Raelynn felt hesitant to say what she was thinking. She didn’t want to overstep or top from the bottom or anything. But she really wanted to do something, and it wouldn’t happen if she didn’t ask.
“Daddy, could we maybe, um,” she stumbled over her words, “order room service again. And maybe, uum, I could have dessert before lunch?”
“Dessert before lunch? What are you wanting for dessert before you eat anything nutritious?”
“Well”—Raelyn hesitated one more time but determined she would get it all out—“you?”
It sounded more like a question than a statement, and when Daddy stopped short, looking at her sharply, she thought maybe she’d said the wrong thing. Maybe she should have kept her mouth shut.
Les
He thoughtfor certain his ears were deceiving him. Les had stopped short and he was sure his shock showed as he stared at her, but he couldn’t help it. Her words had left his brain muddled and severely lacking in the blood flow it needed to function.
After a moment, he was able to smile and lead them again, just a bit faster than before, to their room. He wasn’t about to waste this opportunity. “Dessert before lunch it is, babygirl.”
As soon as they entered the room, Les set the freshly customized boots on the dresser to dry and laid a small cushion on the floor.
“Kneel on the cushion, babygirl.”
As he watched her follow his command with no hesitation, Les’ erection grew, making his pants tighter by the second. He palmed his cock and gave it a hard squeeze to calm it down some. It wouldn’t do at all to come before he’d even gotten to feel her lips wrap around him.
Les knew from experience how fucking amazing a blowjob from Raelynn could be. He knew what she loved. That she wanted to be directed and used. That she wanted it rough and fast.
When his woman said she wanted him in her mouth, she meant she wanted him tofuckher mouth. That she wanted him to push her to her limits. The thought alone was enough to make him come in his pants. It took a severe effort on his part not to.
