very freeing in a way I hadn’t appreciated until it was gone.
Lying on the floor in Carson’s living room with Wooly and Sprinkles sitting next to me as I finished my word search—the tortilla blanket tented over us—I imagined I could feel the music from the club below me sinking into my belly. I couldn’t help wondering what else I’d been missing by avoiding the club.
“Daddy?” I asked, tossing the blanket back.
“Hmmm?” he asked, his eyes still on the history documentary he was watching. Yucky.
“Can we go downstairs?”
I instantly had all of his attention. “Why?”
I shrugged. “I want to see what it’s like.”
“Are you Emmie or Miller right now?”
“A little of both?”
He turned off the TV and sat up. “I get to dress you.”
“Of course, you’re Daddy.”
Getting up off the couch, Daddy approached me, took the hand I held out, and helped me up off the floor. “I have the perfect outfit for you.”
I followed him like a good little boy to the playroom. He first pulled out a pair of pink, ruffley panties that would show a hint of cheek and a big, sheer lace t-shirt.
“Oh pretty,” I said as he helped me into them. I dragged my hands down my chest and giggled. “Daddy, I can see my nipples!”
“I know,” he said wickedly as he reached out and tweaked one.
“Ahh.” I jumped back and placed my hands over my nipples protectively.
With a laugh at my reaction, he returned to the closet and pulled out a pair of pink boots with pretty ribbon lacing.
Sitting on the bed, I eyed him suspiciously as he put on first my socks and then the boots. “Daddy, why do I get the feeling you’ve been planning this outfit for a while?”
There hadn’t been a second of hesitation as he’d gathered the things he wanted from around the room.
He smirked. That Daddy was a tricky one.
“Can I have space buns too?” I asked, fingering my hair.
He pulled back and eyed my face. “Yes,” he replied, his voice husky as he took in my outfit.
He was such an expert at it by that point that I had space buns within minutes. I also had a mouth covered in baby pink lipstick and swathes of pink eye shadow accentuating my eyes. With a dash of glitter to my cheeks, he pulled back and surveyed his work.
“Beautiful,” he said, kissing his fingers like an artist that had just finished his masterpiece.
Hopping up, I ran to the bathroom to check myself out.
“Daddy!” I yelled as I raced back to hug him. “I look so pretty!”
“Of course you do,” he replied, kissing my lips. “You’re my pretty baby.”
“What are you going to wear?” I asked, looking down at his body.
“You’ll see.”
I followed him to his bedroom and climbed up on his bed as he disappeared into his closet. He walked back out a minute later in nothing but a pair of black jeans and combat boots. My mouth watered as I trailed my eyes down his bare chest.
“I’m gonna have to beat them off with a stick,” I said, my eyes glued to the lines at his hips that pointed straight toward his dick.
“I thought the same thing about you,” he said, approaching the bed. He held his wrist out to me, and I noticed he had something wrapped around it. “Here, tie this for me.”
Taking it, I blushed in pleasure when I realized it was the bracelet I’d made for him while at my parent’s house.
“I need to put an actual closure on it. I wouldn’t want to lose it,” he said as I tied it in place. “But this will work for now. Ready?” he asked as soon as he pulled his arm back.
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Wait,” he said, reaching behind his back. “One last thing.”
A pink leather collar dangled from his hand. It had a small leather bow fashioned in the front and was accented with gold hardware. It was the most beautiful collar I’d ever seen, and he was giving it to me.
“Is that?” I reached out a trembling hand and stroked a finger down the leather. “Is it mine?”
“If you want it,” he replied softly.
Nodding, I tilted my chin up proudly so he could place it on me. “Yes, please.”
With a tender look, he wrapped the collar around my throat and buckled it into place.
“Miller,” he said, looping a finger into the collar and pulling me toward him. “I love you.”
I released a small gasp at his words. “I love you, too, Daddy,” I