Page 19 of Daddy in Disguise
He’s up to something.
I place my tube of mascara down on the sink and walk into the bedroom. There’s a large black box sitting on the bed. Carter stands in one corner of the bedroom, watching me as I approach the box.
“What’s this,” I ask, placing two fingers under the lid and lifting slowly.
“A gift,” he answers as he pushes off the wall and makes his way toward me. “I want you to wear it tonight.”
“Well, the box is too big for vibrating panties,” I joke.
“Like I’d even buy you a pair. I’ve got something else in mind for tonight.” A firm, stinging slap lands across my bare ass. “You have ten minutes to get dressed or I’m leaving without you.”
He disappears before I can inspect the contents of his gift. Once he’s gone, I push the lid off the box and gasp. No fucking way. It’s the Bo Peep costume, only it’s been modified. I pull the garment out of the box, and something clatters to the bottom, a lace choker with a silver O-ring attached. That certainly wasn’t a part of the accessories last year.
As I pull the dress up over my hips, I notice a few other changes to the costume. First, the ruffled skirt is obscenely short. Second, the corseted bodice has been modified to push up and bare my breasts. The outfit is indecent but considering Carter is finally taking me to The Opal House tonight, it’s the perfect choice for a Halloween party at Los Angeles’s premiere sex club.
Downstairs, Carter is waiting in the foyer, with one hand shoved in the pocket of his dark brown trousers and the other hand holding another box. When he catches sight of me, his eyes start to bulge and his jaw tenses.
“Christ,” he mutters. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“How do I look?” Once I reach him, I twirl, hoping he gets an eyeful of my bare ass.
“Like the sweetest fucking sin I’ve ever seen.” His gaze travels the length of my body, and he licks his lips. “You better be Daddy’s good girl tonight.”
He holds out the box in his hand to me. “What’s this?” I ask, taking it from him.
“An insurance policy.” He removes the lid and takes out a length of thin, silver chain. “Chin up, little bird.”
He hooks one end of the chain to the O-ring attached to the choker around my neck before giving it a slight tug.
“Now you won’t be able to run away,” he tells me with a purr to his voice. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“There are a few rules we need to review before we leave. You will not talk to any other patron tonight. You will not allow another patron to touch you. If you need something, you ask me. Are we good so far?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His fingers glide along my jaw and he kisses me. “Good. What’s your safe word tonight?”
“Pumpkin.” He kisses me again, praising me for remembering his rules. Since we’ve been married, Carter has tested my sexual boundaries but tonight, he fulfills one of my greatest desires, a trip to The Opal House. For months, he refused to take me, insisting he didn’t want others to see what belonged to him. I didn’t fight him because I wasn’t too keen on sharing him either. Still, my curiosity persisted until one day, a few weeks ago, he gave in and consented to taking me to their annual Halloween party.
“And if Dorian Hardwin approaches you?”
“Don’t look him in the eye.”
“I’d say we’re ready to go, but you seem to be missing something,” he says, giving me the once-over.
“What am I missing?”
“My mark. Sit down on the steps, and spread your legs, little bird. Daddy wants to come all over you.”
He starts to unbuckle his belt and I’m tempted to let him continue but I’ve been keeping a secret, one that will affect tonight’s outcome. “Why don’t you just get me pregnant? Then there’s no denying I’m yours.”
His fingers stop and his mouth drops. “Pregnant? Is that what you want?”
I shrug. “I don’t know but it’s a little too late now.”
“You’re pregnant?”
I nod. “I’m not sure how far along but I took a test this morning.”
He sits down on the steps beside me and takes my hand. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
“You’re not taking me to The Opal House Halloween party?”
He smiles. “I’m definitely not taking you there tonight, or any other night. But it also means I’m going to take you upstairs to our bedroom, memorize all the new changes to your body, and then make love to you all night.”
“Sounds perfect,” I tell him with a satisfied hum.
“Just like you, little bird. You’ve made me the happiest man on Earth. I love you.”