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CHAPTER10
Cami
I’m not sure how much time passed as we snuggled together. Eventually though, my heart calmed, and my breathing slowed to a normal pace. His arms felt like a safe haven, and I never wanted to leave them.
When he reached for his phone, I lifted my head.
“I have a special dessert planned for you, my sweet Cami-girl,” he whispered. I blushed, realizing that my pussy was still bare. He smiled knowingly and lift me up off his lap just enough to tug my dress back into place. He reached for my panties and tucked them into his pocket.
“But shouldn’t I…” I blurted out and he shook his head.
“You aren’t allowed to cover that needy little pussy yet. You’re going to remain bare because that’s what I want,” he answered, and I hid my face in his chest. “Do you understand me, little girl?” he pressed, and I nodded against him.
He cleared his throat in warning.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, pretending to pout but not really meaning it at all.
There was a knock on the door, and I blushed hard. I was too embarrassed to look the chef in the face, but there was no way he couldn’t know what had just happened over that table. The tablecloth was mussed, and the scent of sex was still thick. I squirmed, hoping the way that I was sitting wasn’t exposing myself. Thankfully, the chef was gone quickly.
“Stand up for me, little girl,” he coaxed, and I did as he asked. He offered his hand for support, and I took it gratefully. With intention, he grasped the bottom of my dress and whisked it over my head. He reached behind my back and unclasped my bra so swiftly that it fell to the floor before I even realized what was happening. I was completely naked before him now and I shivered, both enjoying the feel of it and embarrassed that I did.
“Perfection,” he murmured, which only made me feel even more shy. He cupped my breast, just tracing his thumb over my nipple.
“Daddy,” I whined.
“Hush, little girl. Daddy wants you bare,” he replied. He grasped my hand and pulled me back into his lap. He uncovered a silver platter in front of him, revealing a generous portion of fresh-baked berry pie. The flaky crust was soft and crumbly and the cooked berries were practically oozing out of it. There was a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream on top of it that was already beginning to melt.
“I know how much you like berries, little girl, so I had this made especially for you. There’s raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries in here, all baked together in a sugary glaze,” he said.
I looked at it ravenously. I had eaten my fill of dinner, but the prospect of such a tempting dessert was too much for me to ignore. I reached for a fork, and he knocked my hand away gently. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, pushing it back toward my chest.
“Daddy is going to feed his little girl,” he said, and I looked back at him in surprise. It wasn’t the fact that he was going to feed me. It was that he’d called me his. My heart pumped with adoring hope. Did he really mean that?
“You’re mine, little girl. You belong to Daddy now,” he said boldly. It was as if he’d read my mind and I blushed, my growing smile giving away exactly what I was thinking. His gaze studied mine, but I didn’t say anything in return mainly because I was more than overwhelmed with joy at his pronouncement.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.
“I do like that, Daddy,” I admitted shyly, and he grinned.
“Good. Now open your mouth like a good girl. Daddy has something tasty for you,” he demanded, and I obeyed happily. He was gentle as he guided the morsel between my lips, and I took it gratefully.
That first bite was even more scrumptious than I thought it would be. Bit by bit, the two of us polished off that pie. By the time we were finished, my eyes were starting to droop. I knew I should probably go to bed, but I didn’t want to leave him just yet. I tried to hide my sleepiness for as long as I could, but when I yawned noisily, there was no hope that he wouldn’t notice. He chuckled softly and kissed the top of my head.
“Do you want to go to bed now?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I muttered. A part of me wanted to stay here in his arms forever. I yawned again, but I hid my face in his chest.
“You want Daddy to tuck you in tonight, don’t you, little girl?” he asked. His arms tightened around me, and I wondered if he didn’t want to let me go either.
“Yes, Daddy,” I confessed.
Once a few more minutes passed and I did my best to swallow another yawn, he cleared his throat.
“Come now. It’s time for bed, Cami-girl,” he said firmly, and I groaned in protest. I didn’t want the night to end, but I’d heard the sternness in his voice. I was already quite sore, so earning any more of his ire would not be in my best interest at all. Sluggishly, I climbed off his lap, and I was rewarded with his smile of approval, which made my initial reluctance fade away. He stood up and sought out my hand, gripping it tightly as he led me out of the kitchen.
I followed him without a fight, holding onto his fingers like they were a lifeline. I didn’t really pay attention until we passed the stairway that led upstairs to my wing of the house. I started and he paused, smiling like he knew something that I didn’t.
“I thought you were taking me to bed,” I murmured, rubbing my eye sleepily with my one free hand.
