Daddy's Little Pet | 18+

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ROBERT

"How about this gown?" Renee asked.

I looked up from my phone, my eyes widening as I took in the stunning vision before me.

"Wow!" The word escaped my lips before I could stop myself, and Renee's self-satisfied grin, which had been slowly forming, grew more prominent.

The black sequined dress she wore was almost flawless. Extremely beautiful—as stunning as she was—with every line and curve revealing her long legs and full breasts.

The material clung to her body perfectly, creating an enticing appearance that radiated allure, sexiness, and bare seduction.

"I can see you like this dress, Mr. Clarke. Are we taking it?" The nearby attendant asked, her eyebrows quirking as she waited for a response.

"Absolutely. I think it's beautiful and...." I trailed off, staring at Renee again, this time at her thighs. "Is there a slit anywhere?"

"Do you mean showing off some sexy skin? There is, indeed. Do you like it?" Renee teased, twirling and widening her legs slightly, allowing me to see the dress slit more clearly than before.

How could I have missed it? I pondered, setting aside the question for the time being.

"Robert?!" Renee called out, "You're not saying anything."

"We're not taking this dress. I'm sorry, but you need to change your clothes." I deadpanned, my gaze transfixed as my eyes darted down her thighs, watching her smooth legs move beneath the dress.

"Wait a minute, what? You just said the dress is perfect, and now you're changing your mind so quickly." Renee frowned. "Why?"

"Just because I said it looked good doesn't mean you get to wear it, love. There has to be another dress without such a wide-open thigh slit." I said slowly, trying to explain my reasoning as I went on, "Something that won't reveal too much of my property."

"Huh?"

"Yes, Renee. I don't want anyone to see what belongs to me. Change it." My tone was monotonous as I deadpanned.

"But this is the fifth dress I've tried on this evening. And each one I changed looked better than the one before. This is the best dress of all!" Her lips curled up in an angry pout as she argued.

"Yes, it's ideal, I agree. It's beautiful and fits you perfectly, but I won't let you wear it. It's far too open. Look at your cleavage..." I trailed off as my gaze landed on her breasts. "It's also a bit open. So, no, Renee. We're not taking this gown."

"Robert, for goodness's sake!" She exclaimed, her voice slightly rising.

With a sigh, I gave her my best fake apologetic smile and intoned, "I'm sorry, baby girl, but choose another. Please..."

Seconds passed with no response from her. She stood in silence for minutes, her face pensive, her shoulders slightly dropped in frustration, before reluctantly nodding her head.

"Okay, Robert. I'll make the necessary changes."

"That's my woman."

"But..." She began, her eyes narrowing, "The next dress I pick is what I'm wearing to that masked party, and I don't care what you say about it."

"Deal. Now go change."

She huffed quietly and walked away, muttering under her breath, while the attendant, who'd been watching our interaction silently, closely followed her.

I smirked. Call me selfish, but I relished the times when I could exert some control over our relationship.

There was no way I'd let her walk into a room, looking like the sexy seductress she was, and be met with looks of utter lust from any man who glanced her way.