Page 43 of A Daddy to Love

I pointed to the soft rope. “I want that. I want to be tied here.”

Daddy hesitated.

Blood pounded in my ears and my crotch. “I already made up my mind. I’m sure, Daddy.”

Daddy petted my hair, then left me to get the rope. I took that time to set down Area 51, which was what I’d named my alien, on the floor. Area 51 was a top-secret base in Nevada where our government hid UFOs and aliens. It was the perfect name.

After my favorite toy was settled, I slid out of my jacket and began to fold it.

Daddy turned back, eyebrows high. He came quickly to me. “Clothes off?”

I nodded, hearing his breath catch.

“Stand still, then. I’ll undress you.” He took the jacket from my hands and folded it, setting it on a staging table. He stood tall in front of me and began to undo my shirt buttons. Shivers ran up and down my arms and back. When he pulled the shirt back and off my shoulders, he blinked hard. Then he said, “You’re wearing a bra.”

I looked down. “It’s a crop top, Daddy. But tight.” It was bright pink, curving over my shoulders and flattening around my pecs. “Is it wrong?”

“No. It’s pretty. I like it.”

I gulped. There was more. I watched him fold my shirt and then he began undoing my pants. Everything I wore was expensive. He had to notice. But he’d still never pressured me into telling him where I lived or what I did for money. I was going to have to tell my secret soon. But tonight I focused only on this.

“Kick off your shoes and socks, baby,” Daddy said, voice low.

I did as he requested. He pushed my pants down and they fell to my ankles. All I could feel was pleasure as Daddy gasped.

I knew exactly what he saw. I’d examined myself in this outfit in my big bathroom mirrors that spanned two walls so I could see equally front and back. The bikini briefs, also bright pink, were not only short but curved up a couple inches at the bottoms of my ass cheeks. That meant the underpart of my cheeks hung out. Because I used the exercycle a lot, they were firm and full there, revealing a slim crease between cheek and thigh. In front, the bottoms made a V. The material clung to my hips but spread in that V shape and just barely covered the base of my shaft. My hard cock pressed that fabric and when I looked down, the fabric had stretched away from my skin to show to anyone looking straight down a great naked view.

I heard low voices and whispers but lifted my eyes to Daddy’s and kept them there.

“Daddy?” I heard myself ask. “How do I look?”

“Like—" He swallowed. “Like bliss itself.”

“I don’t want to take off any more clothes.”

Daddy suddenly whipped off his vest to show a harness of leather and O rings against dark tan skin. The harness strapped beneath his pecs and crossed between them. There weren’t enough words for how fantastic he looked.

Daddy ran his hand over my hip and cupped the bared cheeks of my ass. “You don’t have to.” He sounded like he’d been running.

“I know.”

“You’re utterly adorable. You don’t know how much I have to hold myself back from grabbing you right here right now.”

I suppressed a smile and said, “Do I face the cross?”

“Any way you wish.”

“No, Daddy. You decide from here on. Tell me what you like. But start slow. I know you’ll keep me safe.”

We’d briefly discussed safe words. He said it was easiest to remember red for bad and green for good and yellow for maybe. That made sense.

Daddy’s voice changed. It got lower and firmer. “I’m going to call you Baby for the duration. No other name. And I am Daddy. No other name. Are you green?”

“Green.”

“Now, face the cross.”

When I turned, I saw several men standing at the door as if unsure to come in. I knew they were watching Truce. At least, that’s what I told myself.