"Open." He demands.
I whimper, opening my mouth and he puts his two fingers that were previously on my clit, in my mouth.
"Clean them." He states.
I obey instantly, licking them slowly, my saliva making his fingers clean and his face shows that he's...
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AN: The following scenes will have ddlg themes, if you don't like it then leave. Thanks, enjoy loves. - Anonymous_flor
Wait what?
"How is this going to be dress up? I'm so confused." I say, holding the pink Lolita dress that reads "daddy's little girl", some cute pink dress shoes with flowers on them, and knee socks with cute ruffles and a choker. Or collar..?...
This is all just making me more and more embarressed, and more frustrated.
"The rules are that you have to address me by daddy. I will address you as babygirl or something of the matter. A-"
"We already do that!" I groan and flop back on the bed. The only problem I have is that I don't want to do this in public, everyone will know what we are like when we are alone.
"Listen. If you misbehave as in tantrums, backtalking, talking to any other man besides me, being rude or bad words, I will spank you in front of all those people. Do you want that?" He muses. Ugh.
"No!" I'm starting to not want to go. It's taking soo long.
"I would have spanked you for that. Do not raise your voice at me. I'll let it slide. Come here." He says and I crawl to where he is on the bed. He puts something around my neck and I trace my hand over it.
"What is it?" I say in wonder.
"It's a collar so everyone else will know your mine. Now go get dressed." He kisses my head and walks into the closet.
"Fine." I grumble, stomping into the bathroom.
So basically, I have to dress like a little girl and he treats me like one. I know this is business but I feel so silly. I mean I kinda loveee the idea because I like to dress cute anyways but come on. Around other people?
I change into the outfit and twirl in the mirror, giggling a bit. I feel so pretty right now, it's so different than what I usually wear.
"Precious, let's go." Luciano walks into the bathroom and stops when he sees me, scanning me from head to toe.
"You look cute." He smiles.
"Thank you daddy." I say above a whisper and feel blood rushing to my cheeks. He holds out his hand and we walk out together. For some reason, nobody is in the house when we get down stairs. I shrug and we go outside to a long, sleek black limo. Luciano helps me in and buckles me up, then himself.
"I can do it next time." I say, talking about my seat belt.
"No baby. That's my job." He says beside me and places a hand on my thigh, rubbing small circles. I lean on his arm and close my eyes. I have to do this. It's for Luciano. He said it had to do with something with the pack.
And if it's important to him, then it definitely is to me.
