Page 9 of Be a Good Girl and Choke on this D*ck
Daddy
Gah!Why do I get so damn giddy over the way he speaks to me?
Chewing my lip as I turn to open the bag, I’m shocked to find a rare crossbody Coach purse with their signature carriage house stitched into the leather as well as their logo, NYC, and a few other patches. Setting it down, I grab a smaller bag from a lingerie company I’ve never heard of, and very obviously couldn’t afford, even with my family's money.
Withdrawing the black floral lace panties, they’re more decoration than covering because there’s a string that rests between the ass cheeks, and the front is wide open, like a frame for my pussy. Attached to their front is a thin strap that runs up the front of the body and is secured by a lace choker around the neck.
The material is soft to the touch, and I hesitate to think of what it’ll look like on my body. Glancing back into the bag, there are two more of the same style, only one is white, and the other is the same seafoam green as some of the flowers.
“Why does this feel more lurid than just beingnude?” In truth, I’m kind of excited. I’ve always wanted sexy garments, and now I have three sets.
Returning everything to the gift bag, I take it and the flowers with me to my room. The vase goes on top of my dresser, which is in front of my window, so it catches all the sunlight. After removing the lingerie from the bag, I lay them out on my bed, trying to decide which one I’ll wear for him tonight.
My phone starts chiming from the kitchen, and since changing ringtones to alert me to specific contacts, I recognize that it’shim. Likely checking to see if I’m home to receive his gifts.
I return to the kitchen and dig through my bag to find the device.
Stalker Daddy: What do you think?
Me: Of what?
He can’t possibly know I’m home. I stayed at the library after class before grabbing food.
Stalker Daddy: Sweet pea, I watched you open the bag and bury your face in the roses.
What the hell?
Me: You have cameras in here?
Back to freaked out again.Dammit.
Stalker Daddy: Did you think I wouldn’t? I’ve told you enough that I’m watching you.
Me: Ugh. I was just starting to think you weren’t a complete creep.
Stalker Daddy: I’m going to let that pass this once, but don’t fucking push me too hard, Hael. Your ass won’t like the consequences.
Me: You’ve said that already.
Stalker Daddy: Do I need to come and take it out on you now?
Biting my lip hard enough to taste blood, I debate my response. Our banter is so sexy and domineering that I have a hard time truly being afraid of him. If he were someone who wanted to harm me, he’d be more vocal about the torturous things he’d like to do to me, and they certainly wouldn’t be things I’d enjoy.
Me: Sorry…Daddy.
Stalker Daddy: That’s better, sweet pea. Now tell me, do you like mypresent?
Me: Yes. How did you know I’ve wanted sexy lingerie?
Stalker Daddy: I didn’t. I was only hoping you’d wear them for me.
Me: Oh. Why three sets?
Stalker Daddy: Over the next three days you’re going to wear each to bed. On one of those nights, Daddy is coming for you.
Oh, good gravy. I’m not ready for that. I’ve only just accepted that he isn’t out for blood. How am I supposed to prepare to be, what…taken?
Me: I’m scared, Daddy.
