Daddy's Girls (OT4/You G!P)

11: "Tell me why you wanna be bad."

As I'm basking in the comforting hot sprays, I let my mind wander.

One prominent thought was how arrogant Mamí's been lately. Earlier today, we picked with each other more than we usually would.

Aforementioned, the girls are not just my subs, but my best friends. So, we'd pick little fights and tease each other like children. Princesa and I play around the most, but Mamí and I tease each other the most.

Today we got to the dance studio before everyone else and decided to chill out in the meantime. We talked about the music video we're shooting soon amongst other future endeavors regarding the album.

Then, Lerrie began having a tickle fight on the floor.

It was funny since Baby Girl is super ticklish and nearly peed herself from laughing so hard. Her face and neck were red; when Princess pulled Mamí off of her, I came up and tickled Mamí and she squealed.

Baby Girl and I attacked her while she giggled uncontrollably before surrendering. I made a remark about her tapping out (innocent intention) and this girl said, "Let's not forget about that time you ruined your boxers just from me kissing you," and the others instigated.

In my defense, it was around the time I'd be horny all the time. It's like I was 13 and couldn't control my hormones.

But that was just the beginning.

Minutes before everyone was due to arrive, she pulled me into the hallway and kept saying all kinds of dirty things. It took a little willpower because she was saying all the right things.

It made me glad I tucked.

So, I told myself to fuck her world up once she stopped walking like Bambi. Even though she might end up that way afterwards.

Just then, I hear the bathroom door open and I look through the foggy glass to see her entering with a towel around her. I watch as she drops the soft pink cloth on the floor then folds it up before setting it on top of the sink.

She then approaches the shower just as I'm ready to rinse off my sudsy body. I turn towards the water, wetting my hair so that it goes down my spine.

The shower door opens and she circles her arms around my waist with her head on my back.

"What're you doing in here?" I asked while looking back at her. "I just wanted to shower with you. We haven't done that in a while."

I chuckle softly, "Mamita, it's been four days."

She holds me a little tighter, cuddling into me. "I know," she hums. I turn in her arms and caress her soft, flushed face, "I know you're lying to me. What's the real reason you're in here?" She nibbles on her lip somewhat guiltily, but doesn't speak.

"Leigh-Anne," I say strictly. She frowns since they don't like it when I use their first names instead of what I call them. "Tell me why you're in here and if you lie again, it'll be added to your punishment."

Her facial expression gradually changes before she answered. "I'd like to choose my punishment now," she says clearly, but in a shy manner. I raise a brow, "You can't choose when I'll discipline you." I say with my jaw clenched.

"But I know what I want you to do to me."

"You don't get choose when I discipline you," my tone stronger. "Back talk me again and I'll go back to picking for you."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she begins to bow her head, but I go behind her and take a fistful of hair before pulling it back, making her breath hitch. "You're not sorry yet, love," I husk before leaning in and kissing her throat softly.