“Take them off and hand them to me.”
I glance up to find him holding his hand out expectantly. I wonder for a split second what he will do with them, but the look in his eyes tells me hesitating will not get me what I want. I step out of them and gingerly hand them over.
“Good girl,” he says. “Are you embarrassed that they are so wet?”
I nod, looking away, then feel his hand on my chin. He gently guides my face back around until he can look into my eyes before he speaks again.
“Never, ever, be embarrassed about anything with me. I want it all, Larissa. All your fears, all your hopes, all your dreams, all your needs, your wet panties. Even when you start your period, you will tell me so I can keep track. So I can make sure you eat right, that you are comfortable. Nothing is off limits. Nothing about you will be shameful. It’s a Daddy’s job to understand it all. Do you know what I’m going to do with these panties?”
He waits for me to shake my head, my eyes widening in wonder that he is going to give me so much. Then, to my surprise, he brings them to his face, right under his nose, and inhales deeply, closing his eyes for a moment before muttering, “Sensational.”
When he opens them again, I can’t look away. I am embarrassed, sure, but I am also… So enthralled. My body feels so alive.
I rub my thighs together, and my pussy explodes with sensation. My nipples are on high alert.
“I’m going to tease myself with their scent for the rest of the day,” he says, his voice dropping to a timbre I haven’t heard before. It makes my mouth dry, and I want to touch myself. “And then when I can’t take it any longer, I’m going to wrap them around my dick and rub your wetness up and down my shaft. Up, and down. Up, and down.”
He smiles, and I let out a squeak of need and open my mouth, ready to ask, ready to beg… Can I watch, Daddy?
Or, more so, why won’t you fuck me?
But before I can, he suddenly stands from the bed, tucking the panties into the pocket of his pants as he turns away.
Is that… Has he said something he didn’t mean to?
“Take off your dress. Maria will be here in a moment to mend the seam, and then you may wear it again as a reward for takingyour punishment so well. Go get shoes,” he says abruptly. “You will be ready to walk with me in half an hour. Maria will give you two options for dinner this evening, and whatever you choose, I’ll have the same.”
“Yes, Daddy—” I call after him, but he’s already out of the door.
Chapter 6
Larissa
“Are you ready?” Sebastian comes into my room when my belly is still coiled tight like a spring, ready to snap.
I niggle my lips back and forth on a shrug.
“What’s wrong? Your punishment too harsh? Did the plug leave you hurting?”
His brow tugs tight, sincere concern darkening his eyes.
I’m gathered into him as he lowers himself into the chair by the window. He’s so big. I easily snuggle into his lap like a little girl.
I am too embarrassed to tell him what I’m thinking, so I just huddle back against the crook of his arm, pulling my legs to my chest.
The friction from his suit pants against my still sensitive lower region taunts me.
“Tell Daddy what’s wrong, baby.” He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, directing my eyes so I melt into his emerald ones. The slope of his crooked nose is suddenly fascinating. “Are you hungry? You want breakfast before you go outside to do your painting?”
“No. I don’t know.”
Lies. Iamhungry, but Idoknow what is wrong.
“Don’t do that. I know you well enough by now. You must always, always be truthful, even when it is hard. You don’t keep secrets from me. Now, tell me, do you not want to go outside? See the new paint set I bought for you?” He strokes my hair, and I feel the warmth of his breath on my forehead.
My cheeks burn hot, then the warmth moves toward my ears as I try to form the words.
“I—” I shudder on a breath. “I want to touch you. I wish I could kiss you.” I blurt it all out so quickly, it sounds more like one long word.
