"But the cake's not done yet!" I objected.
"I'll finish things up here. In the meantime, I have a task for you." My expression perked up and my eyes met his, curious to know what it was he wanted me to do. Anything for Daddy. "Go to the bedroom and change into your most favorite play clothes. Brush your hair and put a bow in for Daddy, okay?"
"Yes, Sir!" I emphatically responded, saluting him as if he were a military officer. He giggled, and I ran to the bedroom, jumping headfirst onto the bed and giddily squirming around for a moment before I got up and went to work.
I opened the top dresser drawer, the one that kept all of my lacy, most beautiful underwear. Which ones would I put on for him this time? I couldn't decide, there were far too many in my collection since Daddy had a way of surprising me with new play clothes when I had made him particularly happy. I resolved to pick out a bow first. I went for a long lilac ribbon, and I brushed my blonde hair softly before pulling it up into a ponytail and tying the ribbon into a perfectly proportioned bow. To go with the bow, I selected an off-white and lacy pair of high-waisted panties and a matching bra. From atop the dresser, I grabbed a vial of lavender body spray and gave my neck and wrists a quick spritz. I was sure Daddy would appreciate the extra touch that pulled the look together.
When I walked out of the room, I knew his eyes would be all over me, taking in every curve and every exposed area of my body. I tried not to be too bashful as I padded into the kitchen again, where he had set the table and lit a candle.
"There's my darling girl," he said when he saw me, and his eyes did just what I expected. I could tell from the slight shift in his posture that he was very pleased by my choice, but he restrained himself, instead pulling out a chair for me. It felt cold against my almost bare backside as I sat down. He pushed it in from behind me.
"Thank you, Sir." He nodded in response as he took his own seat next to me rather than across the table. He had brought from the counter one plate with enough for two people on it. Deep down I knew this was possibly because he wanted fewer dishes to wash, but also that he enjoyed spooning me bite after bite. It took longer this way since he was feeding both of us in alternation, but I didn't mind in the slightest. Midway through the meal, the slightest bit of sauce spilled on my chest, thankfully not on my play clothes themselves, but on the curve of my breast that was pressed out of the top. I moved to reach for a napkin, but quickly, Daddy grabbed me firmly by the wrist.
"Let me," he said. He slowly lowered his head and licked it off of my warm skin, and I felt my chest heave as I took a sharp breath in. He kept his face close to my breasts and nuzzled briefly in between them before moving his way up to plant a gentle kiss on my collarbone. I leaned in with the intention of bringing my lips to his, but before I could, he had resumed his previous posture and went back to what he had been doing before. I gave a pout so let him know I was displeased. He chuckled. "Little girl doesn't like that, does she?"
"You didn't even notice the perfume," I continued to push out my lower lip and look up at him defeatedly.
"Oh, but I did," he replied. "I know you want to get to cum, and I know you thought the perfume would make that happen sooner rather than later. Nice try, princess, but Daddy saw right through you."
My obstinate pout turned into a flash of anger at having been exposed, but I quickly redirected the anger into mischief. If he wasn't going to give me what I wanted, I would have to take it. I dashed for the bedroom, nearly knocking a glass off the table and fairly certain that he would follow me.
Again, I jumped onto the bed, but this time I writhed around not because of giddiness, but because my hand had found its way into my panties and I began to work toward relieving the pressure that had been building steadily since Daddy got home. In less than a minute, he came marching into the room after me, but when he realized what I was up to, he froze. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His tone was overwhelmingly stern.
I feigned coy embarrassment to get him to move closer, but as soon as he was within reach, I grabbed him and pulled him to the bed, cuffing his hands into the under-bed restraints before he had even been able to defend himself. Babygirl gets what she wants. I removed his shoes and cuffed his legs to the corners of the bed as well and paid no attention to the scoldings coming out of his mouth. He tried to free himself, but even my big, strong daddy couldn't do it, no matter how much he struggled against the restraints that held him open and completely vulnerable to me.
