The evening felt different.

Daddy had been quieter than usual during dinner, watching me with that intense, possessive look that always made my stomach flutter. I was wearing exactly what he had ordered only the black leather collar and a pair of black high heels. Nothing else. The cool air of the house brushed against my naked skin, keeping my nipples hard and my pussy slightly wet with anticipation.

After dinner, he took my hand and led me to the master bedroom.

“Lie on the bed, babygirl,” he said softly. “On your back. Arms above your head.”

I obeyed, spreading my legs slightly as I lay down. My heart was...