The palms of her hands are red, her knees sore and marked from crawling around. Since last night she's been dedicated to serving me entirely, making each cup of coffee, each cigar lit for me and preparing all meals. When not doing those things, she's been next to me on the sofa, one hand rubbing my back, the other obsessively stroking my cock through my jeans.
She stands near naked in the kitchen now, draped only in the single apron I allowed her to wear. She's a vision to me, I crave her entirely, I want to fulfil each of her fantasies, no matter how taboo and depraved they may be.
She smiles at me as she catches my eyes running up and down her body, flour on her hands and cheek from the brownies she's preparing for us.
"You have a suspicious smile Daddy." she says with a giggle. "Are you planning something?"
"Always Little Toy, literally always." I laugh back.
I notice her tense slightly at those words, a look for anticipation echoing across her face.
"You only call me that when you have something planned, Daddy."
"Oh really? But that's what you are Little Toy. You are my toy, a plaything I can use to amuse myself." I say as I slowly walk towards her, watching her body move slightly, the bruises on her ass now more visible to me.
Standing to the side of her I run my hands along her body, caressing her perfect ass and squeezing tightly. Her breathing has already changed, her chest lifting lightly as she takes shorter, deeper breaths. I don't think she even notices herself do it as she begins to arch her back, sticking her ass out just a bit.
"Oh I knew it, soaking already baby." I say as I run two fingers along her pussy, sliding on roughly inside her.
I smirk as she gasps in pleasure, feeling her hips start to move as my hand plays with her.
"Don't tease me Daddy, don't toy with me." she whimpers. "Please fuck me."