Pretty, Dark and Dirty

I pressed my palm to his chest. “Does this mean we can stop pretending I’m just your little girl?”

He covered my hand with his own. “You’ll always be my little girl. But I won’t be satisfied until I make you something more.”

Without letting go of my hand, he dropped down on one knee in the middle of the gallery. The crowd around us broke out in gasps and murmurs. Someone asked if this was part of the exhibit.

“Jett, you are the love of my life. I’ve watched you grow from a sweet child into a strong, talented, and beautiful young woman. It would be an honor to spend the rest of my life watching you grow into yourself. Will you marry me?”

My mind could hardly process the meaning of his words. Was he serious?

Shaking myself from my stupor, I met his unwavering gaze. No, this wasn’t a stunt; he meant every last word of it.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, my voice clear and confident as crystal. “I’ll marry you.”

I watched, mesmerized, as he tore a thin strip of paper off one of the exhibits and wrapped it around my finger.

“We’ll get you a real ring tomorrow.” He winked at me and then stood to take my face between his hands.

Then, he kissed me—a real kiss that made the crowd around us lose their fucking minds.

Mason scooped me up in his arms and carried me out of the main exhibit, nimbly dodging the press through the throngs of confused and scandalized attendees.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Upstairs, to the manager’s office. I need to get inside you, and as much as I enjoy performance art, I’m not sure if this crowd could handle me taking you from behind in the middle of the gallery surrounded by pictures of you in diapers.”

Laughter bubbled up from inside me as we ascended the stairs. I felt sweet and light as cotton candy in Mason’s arms. He took me into the manager’s office, kicking the door shut behind us, and laid me on the big wooden desk.

As fast as he could get my panties off, he was inside me.

I held tight to him as he pounded into me like he’d been blessed by the god of sex. I was more than wet enough to take him. In that moment, I knew I would always be wet enough, always hungry enough, always craving him.

And my daddy would always be ravenous for me.

“You’re my baby girl, Jetty,” he growled. “No matter how big you get.”

“I’m yours, Daddy.” I moaned as the first wave of my orgasm hit. “I’m yours.”

The End