"Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?" He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I'm not allowed to speak.
"That you said 'yes' to marrying me." He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. "Theref...
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Luke's P.O.V.
"Where is my princess?" I call out as I play hide and seek with Hope. Hearing her giggling from the guest room, I smile, loving every moment of this game. In fact, I love every single second I spend with my daughter.
Daisy is in the kitchen, preparing dinner for us. It has been almost two months since Daisy and Hope moved in with me, and I can only describe it as two months of pure contentment. I never imagined I could feel so satisfied with my life. The joy of having a second chance with Daisy is beyond words. I feel incredibly fortunate to have an adorable daughter and a beautiful girlfriend, whom I plan to make my wife soon.
Hope rushes out of the guest room, yelling, "Mommy... Daddy..." As I notice the handcuffs clutched in her small hand, I stand there aghast, my eyes wide with shock.
Shit! I forgot to put them back in the drawer after using them on Daisy last night.
Daisy hurries out of the kitchen, hearing Hope's voice. "What happened..." She freezes in place at the sight of the handcuffs in Hope's hand.
"What are these doing at our home, Mommy? These are with the police, right?" Hope asks, her curious blue eyes swaying between us.
Oh no! Now how do we tell her that Mommy and Daddy use the handcuffs for their kinky sessions?
I exchange a glance with Daisy, wondering how to explain this to Hope without raising any suspicions.
"Um, well, princess," I start, "Those are... um... from my friend, who is a cop."
Fuck! Sometimes answering a kid's questions is so hard.
Daisy shoots me a puzzled look, unsure where I'm going with this explanation. I silently urge her to help me.
After giving me a subtle nod, she shifts her eyes towards Hope. "Yeah, that's right, Hopi." She clarifies to her, taking the handcuffs from her hands. "They belong to one of Daddy's friends who works as a police officer. He must have left them here by mistake."
Hope's eyes widen with amazement, and she claps her hands. "Wow! Daddy's friend is a police officer."
Daisy and I glance at each other, sighing with relief.
"Now you go to your room and watch your favourite cartoon until Daddy and I finish making dinner," Daisy instructs her, caressing her cheek.
"Okay, Mommy." She hurries to the room, singing. "Yeah... Now Hope will watch her favourite Barbie movie."
As Hope leaves, Daisy chides me. "Luke, how can you be so careless? Why didn't you keep the handcuffs in the drawer?"
"I forgot. But thank God, she didn't notice the vibrating balls kept on the side table." I sigh, and Daisy freaks out.
"What? You kept them in the open as well. You're crazy, Luke—"
I interject, yanking her closer to me by grabbing her waist. "Last night, you were moaning like a crazy woman when those balls were humming inside you and your hands were cuffed behind your back."
