her dress back down to her panties. I roll her so that she’s resting against my chest. I love the feel of her breathing and the fast pace of her heart rate against my core. I love the way she snuggles against me, sighing contentedly.
It’s getting harder and harder to keep my cock in my pants, but I will. I’ll do it for as long as I have to. I’ll do it until she is certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wants to be with me forever.
I’m holding her too tight, but I can’t let go. Finally, I kiss the top of her head and give one of her pigtails a tug. “How about I fix us some lunch?”
Her stomach grumbles.
I chuckle. “Someone didn’t eat breakfast.”
She lifts her face. “I’m hungry, Daddy.”
I pick her up and carry her into the kitchen with her legs wrapped around my waist. After sitting her on one of the bar stools, I head for the freezer. “Do you like French fries and chicken nuggets, sweetie?”
She bounces a bit. “Yes, Sir.”
I pull the packages out of the freezer and arrange the horribly processed food on a plate to stick in the microwave. “Don’t get used to this. Special treat. Neither of these foods is good for you.”
She pouts. “They taste good.”
I tap her nose. “They aren’t healthy though.”
While I pour us both a glass of water, I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She’s blowing me away with the ease in which she has taken on this dynamic. It’s so natural to her. I want her so badly to be mine. I don’t want this balloon to burst.
No one has ever so perfectly meshed with me on so many levels. She even adapts to the age range I prefer. She hasn’t flinched at any suggestion of discipline, and I know the next time I spank her she’ll be even more receptive. It will be hard to keep her from reaching orgasm when my palm hits her bottom.
After we finish eating, I swing her down to the floor and point toward the kitchen table. “I have something for you. Go sit at the table.”
She smiles at me and races over to sit in what’s become her usual spot. I love that she has a favorite spot at the kitchen table in my home. I make my way to my closet and return with the package that came for her early this morning.
She giggles as I approach, making my cock hard.
“You look so excited. What if it’s a dictionary or math books?”
She humphs and takes it from me. “May I open it, Sir?”
“Yes, you may. Especially since you asked so nicely.” I feel as excited as she does because I love watching her open gifts and enjoy all the things she missed out on. She’s so grateful for whatever I give her.
The moment she has the box free, she screams and jumps down from her chair to throw herself at me.
I catch her around the waist and lift her into the air, holding her tightly as she wraps her legs around my waist. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” She kisses me on the lips. “I’ve never had Legos before. Can I play with them now?”
“Of course you can, sweetie.” I set her down, and she runs back to her seat.
She picks up the pink box filled with thousands of small pieces and flips it around. “I think I need a knife to get it open. I’ll get one.” She starts to get up, and I stop her with a hand to her arm.
“No knives.” I give her a stern look. “If you need something opened, you’ll bring it to me. I don’t want to have to worry about you cutting yourself. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I take the package to the kitchen and cut through the tight cellophane seal to remove it. When I bring it back, she’s waiting excitedly. “Another rule. If I find any of these pieces on the floor, I’ll spank your bottom and you won’t get the Legos back for a week.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ve got some phone calls to make while you get started. It will take you a while to build this entire princess castle. Several days, I suspect. You can spread it out on the table and leave it out while you’re working on it. We’ll eat at the island. Two hours each day. That’s it. Understood?”