Page 3 of Daddy's Little Treat

“What’s wrong?” I’m immediately concerned.

“Nothing, it’s just… Well, I just got home.” If I was there with her, I’d see her chewing the corner of her bottom lip. She does that when she’s uneasy.

“Okay… Did you get everything you needed for tomorrow?”

“Yes, that’s all taken care of.” I hear her blow out a loud breath into the phone. “But I’m in our bedroom.”

I chuckle to myself.Now I know where this is coming from.

“I see.” I can’t help the devilish grin on my face. “Guess you found your costume.” I laid it out on the bed this morning so it would be ready for her when she got home.

“Logan, you can’t be serious. You want me to wear… this?” I can picture her picking it up between two fingers and holding it out in front of her.

“You don’t like the story of Little Red Riding Hood?”

"Of course I do. But I don’t remember her wearing something like this in the version I read.”

“Well, this isourversion…Red.” I almost groan, picturing how sexy she’ll look as the blood-red dress contrasts with her light brown skin. “You’ll be gorgeous in that costume.”

“I’ll be fat.” Her words wipe the smile right off my fucking face.

“What was that, Little Girl?” I growl into the phone, walking farther away from my men so I won’t be overheard. “That’s not how we talk about ourselves, now is it?” There’s a pregnant pause, and my hand itches to spank her.

“No, Daddy, it’s not,” she finally huffs. Yet the subtle whine in her response intensifies my urge to punish her. “But I don’t know if—”

“Nobuts,” I cut her off. “Are you arguing with me, Little Girl?” There’s a dangerous edge to my voice, and I envision her eyes narrowing and her pupils darkening. Kelsey’s a good girl submissive, usually obedient. But she likes pushing my buttons. And I like it too.

After a brief moment, she snickers, “Maybe I am, Daddy.”

“I’d be careful if I were you, baby. Or you might get more tricks than treats.”

“Tricks, huh? If you mean spankings, then I’ll take those treats. I mean,tricks.”

I laugh inwardly. Because what else can I do? “What am I going to do with you?”

“Spank me?” I can hear the smile in her voice, and it settles me, knowing her concerns are alleviated, at least for the moment. “Or, maybe you’ll tie me up with your favorite rope and tease me.”

I tsk my tongue. “Little Girl… you’d better behave, or you’ll get nothing but a throbbing wet pussy and no orgasms.”

“You’re no fun,” she grumbles. “Fine, I’ll be a good girl. Why are you calling, anyway?”

I cringe as I prepare to tell her the news. “I hate to do this, but I have to work late tonight.”

“Late? How late?” The worry’s back. I can hear it and I feel like the biggest asshole.

“Late, late, baby. I’m sorry.” There’s another pause.

When Kelsey speaks again, her voice has an obvious strain, but I can tell she’s trying to hide it. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“Mike went home sick today, and we’ve already had several unexpected delays on this project. We’ve used up all the contingency time I had built into the schedule, so we’ve gotta stay a few extra hours tonight so we can meet our deadline.” I hear her swallow on the other end of the line. “I’m doing my best to pick up the slack, but we’re running behind. I promised the client we’d have the remodel completed by next Friday, and we’re almost there. But we need to get to a certain point in the project tonight so my guys can avoid working this weekend. They all have kids, so I can’t take them away from their families on Halloween weekend.”

And I don’t want any angry wives threatening to kick my ass either.

“I’ll need to come home to get cleaned up and changed before the party, but I’m not sure what time that’ll be. Think you can head over without me? And I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.”

I’ve known Kelsey long enough to also know that walking into an unfamiliar environment like this on her own could trigger an anxiety attack. So I won’t pressure her into going ahead of me. I just hate the thought of her sitting at home alone when she could go without me and possibly have a good time. She’s been doing so well managing and coping with her social anxiety. I know she can do this and be just fine. But it’s her call, and I’ll support her decision.

“Yeah, I can do that.” I don’t detect any significant trepidation, but I’m positive she’s nervous. “I know Chloe will be there with her boyfriend, so I can hang around with them until you arrive. At least that’s two people I’ll know,” she titters. “I promise I’ll be fine.”

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