I wake up and check my phone. It's 7am. I look to my side and Dom is still fast asleep. I take this as my chance to start my plan. I'm changing out of the matching pajamas and changing into a nightie I got for today.
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We don't have to be at Abuela's until 7pm so we have plenty of time. I changed into the nightie I got for today and put the matching pajamas back on over it. I then go downstairs and fill Diablo's food bowl and water. I let Diablo out in the yard for a little bit and let him back in as I started making breakfast. I'm making pancakes, bacon, and eggs. I finish making the pancakes and put them in the oven to keep them warm along with the bacon. I start cooking the eggs when I feel a pair of arms wrap around me from behind. "Feliz Navidad, Papi!" I say. "Feliz Navidad, Princesa," Dom says, kissing right behind my ear. He starts kissing down my neck, nibbling gently.
"Breakfast is almost done if you want to sit," I say. "I'm good here," Dom says, rubbing my hips. ' Yeah, he's good right here. Where he can stare at my cleavage and torture me until breakfast is done.' "Papi, if you keep doing that the eggs are going to stick to the pan," I say. "And why is that, Princess?" He asks. "You're distracting me," I say. "I'm not doing anything distracting. I'm just loving on my princess," He says. "Si, Papi. But you know what the neck kisses do to me," I say. "What? These?" He asks as he starts kissing my neck again, definitely leaving marks. "Papi, we have family dinner later. I can't be covered in marks," I say. "You have makeup. It'll be fine," He says. Thankfully I was able to focus, by some miracle, and take the eggs off the heat without them sticking to the pan. "I need to plate the food, Papi. Go sit," I say. "Fine," Dom says. "Milk, orange juice, or coffee?" I ask. "Chocolate milk," He says. "Si, Papi," I say. This man and his love of chocolate milk. I swear he's a child. But, I love him. I like that he's in touch with his inner child. That's hard for a lot of people.
I make Dom his milk and bring that to him before grabbing our plates and my orange juice. "This looks good, Princess. You didn't have to make breakfast," He says. "I know, but I haven't gotten to cook for you too often since we are on the road a lot. I can cook, I just normally don't have the time or don't need to," I say. " I know. I'll have to make Abuela's Carne. It's so good, I just forget that I have the recipe or when I remember I have the recipe I don't have the time to make it," He says. "Wait, you...eat beef?" I ask, feigning surprise. "I do when I'm home. I've noticed that when I order it, it tends to bother my stomach. I'm not sure if it's preservatives or something. I just feel gross after," He says. "Makes sense," I say. We eat our food and I put the dishes in the dishwasher.
"What do you want to do today? We don't need to be at Abuela's until 7pm." I say, hopping up and sitting on the counter next to the sink. Dom walks over to me and traps me between his arms on the counter. "Oh no...I've been trapped," I say in mock fear. "You aren't trapped...unless you want to be. Does my Princess want to be trapped? Not able to move?" Dom asks. Shit. I mean, I do like being tied up and not able to move but that question should not turn me on quite this much. "N-no. That doesn't sound safe. How do you know I won't get hurt?" I ask. "Do you really think I'd hurt you, Princess? You should know by now that I never intend to hurt you. I just want to play a game," He says in my ear as he starts kissing my neck. "What game is that, Papi?" I ask. "It's a guessing game. I do stuff and you get to guess how many and how long," He says. "Papi, is it really fair for me to guess? What's the fun in that?" I ask. "It's plenty fair. I promise, it'll be very fun. Don't you trust me, Princess?" He asks in my ear. 'Why is he so fucking hot. I just need him to fuck my brains out. My soul needs to feel him inside me.' "Si, Papi. I trust you," I say. "Good, Princess. I want you to go to the basement, take your panties off, and wait for me. I'll be down soon." He says. "Si, Papi," I say. He moves so I can get off the counter and slaps my ass as I walk to the basement door.
