Yes, Daddy (Love, Daddy 6)

I listen to her slow, even breathing as I graze my hand up and down her back.

As I breathe in her sweet scent, her hand comes up and presses onto my jaw. “I have so many questions.”

“And I will answer them all in time. Right now, we need to get ready to go. I will pick out your clothes.”

I shift and lift her easily onto the bed beside me, her legs tucked beneath her as I stand and walk to the opening in the wall where her clothes hang. On my way, I manage to get my cock back inside my trousers, practically breaking it in half in the process.

I pull the hangers one at a time, examining the clothes, and anger is building as I do. Esme deserves so much more. Her clothes are few, worn and tired. I make a mental note to be sure to remedy this for her as soon as possible.

She’s a princess and deserves to have all the things a princess would have.

I pick out a light-yellow dress and look to the floor of the closet to see only two pair of shoes. I grab the faded blue sandals and take the items over to the bed, where she’s watching me with confusion in her eyes.

She opens her mouth to say something, then swallows and takes my extended hand. I lift her to her feet, leaning down to kiss her ear lobe and whisper, “You are my beautiful babygirl. I will take care of you in ways you couldn’t imagine. Now, arms up.”

I unzip the dress and remove it from the hanger, draping it gently over her head and onto her soft body.

“What about panties? Or a bra?”

I shake my head. “Not today, princess. From now on, I decide. And today, you don’t need either. I want to know that when I want to touch you again, this pussy is right here, ripe and waiting for me.”

From there, I kneel down, kissing the top of each of her feet before slipping them into the sandals and working the tiny buckles into place.

When I stand, her eyes are wide and searching my face. I wrap my arms around her waist.

“Where is your hairbrush, Bambina?”

She nips at her bottom lip. “On the counter in the bathroom.” She points, and I drop my embrace and take her tiny hand in mine, pulling her behind me.

I can reach through the bathroom and get the brush without letting her go. There’s barely enough room for the tub, sink, and commode, but it’s sparkling clean and well organized.

“Come, sit on my lap.”

I guide us back through the bedroom and out to the sofa and sit down, and she sits on my legs, her back to me as I bring the brush up and begin to draw it through the still-damp silk of her blonde hair.

She sighs and leans her head back. “That feels so good,” she says softly, her hands coming down to hold onto the outsides of my thighs.

“You deserve to feel good. Do you know that?” She stills, and I keep brushing, giving her a moment, but she remains silent. “I need you to answer when I ask you a question.” My voice deepens.

Her voice is a whisper. “I don’t know what I deserve sometimes.”

My heart sinks, wondering what her life has been like that she doesn’t understand her value.

“I want you to know you deserve so much more. And I’m going to give it to you. Would you like that, babygirl? Daddy wants to give you everything.”

She nods.

“The proper answer is, Yes, Daddy. I want you to answer me like a good girl.”

After a moment of hesitation, her voice is soft. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” I set the brush down on the sofa and lift her, turn her around to face me. “My sweet, pretty girl. Let’s go. I have so much I want to show you.”

As I stand, I extend my hand, and she slips her tiny fingers between mine. On our way to the door, I pick up her purse. “Your keys are inside?”

She nods. “Yes.” I give her a stern look, and she tries again. “Yes, Daddy.”

I slip the bag over my shoulder, listening to her giggle.

“Not sure it goes with your outfit.” She smiles at me, and I look down at the purse on my shoulder, then back at her.

“If it’s part of you, then it’s part of me.” I shift my shoulders back and forth. “Besides, I think it looks good.”

We step out into the hallway, locking her door behind, and make our way downstairs and out to my Mercedes, where I open the door then buckle her in.

When she’s secure, and I’ve climbed in beside her, I lean in, kiss her just below her ear and give her the instructions. “While I drive, your skirt is up, and I want your fingers playing in your pussy. Don’t stop until I tell you to stop, do you understand?”