“You could have told me last night,” she whispered.
“That was my plan, but you spent time in the corner with your naughty plug in place,” he reminded her softly.
“Daddy!” she protested, feeling her cheeks heat. Belinda still regretted snapping at her Daddy because she’d had such a grueling day.
“There is no one here but you and me, mi corazón, and we both know you needed corner time.”
“No more. I’ll be good,” she promised.
“Thankfully, the corners will remain in whatever house we own. And the plug? You wore the smallest size in the case. There are plenty more to keep you company while you think. I did get you this as well.”
Pedro shifted the frilly apron to reveal the other side pocket and pulled out a thick plug with a jeweled top, complete with a red heart. “You can wear this as you walk down the aisle to help remind you who you belong to.”
“That’s too big.”
“By January, you’ll be ready to wear it. Nothing will be off limits between the two of us. Perhaps we’ll set a goal of having me make love to your bottom on our wedding night.”
She squeezed her thighs together, willing herself not to react to his words. Her panties were already soaked. Holding the heavy plug in her hand should scare her, but instead, she was completely turned on, imagining the sting of her bottom as he pressed it into place before she walked down the aisle to become his. The idea of a private reminder between Daddy and Little girl thrilled her.
His thumb brushed over one erect nipple, pushing against the padding of her bra. “Your body says yes. What does your heart say?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
With a roar, Pedro wrapped his arms around her and swept her feet from the floor. Turning in a tight circle, he celebrated her acquiescence. “I love you, Little girl.”
“I love you, too, Daddy,” she answered truthfully, realizing a million days wouldn’t have been enough time for her to decide anyone else was her perfect match. Two weeks and video conferences before they’d met were more than enough for her to know that Pedro was her one. My Daddy.
Pedro let her slide down the front of his body, allowing her to feel his arousal. “By the way, your mom and dad are coming to meet me the week after my side of the family is here. They can stay at my apartment.”
“What?”
“You’re not hungry, right?” he asked, guiding her into the kitchen, where he turned off the flame under the bubbling sauce.
“I could be,” she commented, trying to figure out where this conversation was headed now.
“Exactly what I thought. You need to relax before dinner.” Pedro carefully unfastened the borrowed apron and placed it on the counter.
Crowding Belinda against the blank wall, he unfastened her slacks and pushed them over her hips to let them settle on the floor. “I like these,” he commented, tracing the white lace edging on the red heart thong he’d dressed her in that morning.
“You chose those on purpose,” she said with a gasp, having forgotten what she wore.
“Guilty. They look so good on you.” He looped his finger under the thin strap that ran between her buttocks. Pedro pulled up on this string gently, rubbing the fabric over that small hidden opening.
“But, mi corazón, these panties have become totally soaked. They need to come off.”
“It’s your fault,” she whispered and looked down at the plug still resting in her hand.
“You are going to love taking me deep inside your bottom. For now, I think you need a quick release.” He pulled the panties down to her ankles and helped her step out of her clothing.
“Turn around, Little girl,” Pedro requested, turning his finger in a circle.
She slowly complied and looked over her shoulder. He isn’t going to…
“Hands on the wall.”
“Should I take off my shoes?” Belinda offered, drawing his attention to her stilettos.
“When we’re done,” Pedro assured her as he unfastened his pants and pushed them over his hips.