I can't wait. Daddy and I are going to watch cartoons together all morning! I want to watch Nemo first. Not just because it's a great movie, but because I've seen it enough that it's ok if I get distracted and miss a few bits. I know I am planning on being good, but I never know what Daddy is in the mood for.
Everything is perfect. We can lay in bed, cuddle, watch shows with my stuffies and lots of blankets. No need to go anywhere or do anything that isn't fun. That's how it would always be if I made the rules. Movie is already on, and I can't help giggling at Dory. She is just so cute.
I climb on top of Daddy, perched on his lap for a better view and even better cuddles. My head tucked into his chest, arms around him, I'm in my favourite spot. I think he likes it too. I feel him starting to get hard under my wiggly butt. I guess I could try to stay still, but teasing him is so much more fun.
I think he caught onto my game. He's teasing now too. This is not going to help me stop squirming. Not at all. His hands rub my nipples, they are already so sensitive. He unbuttons my onesie and takes a breast in each hand. Starting gently he kneads at the flesh before gripping at them and squeezing. My flesh quickly turns red then fades back to pale. I know I'll be marked up and pretty by the end of the show. He takes each nipple, pinching, twisting, stretching until I gasp with both pain and pleasure. Just before it hurts too much he quickly lets go. For the moment he's not touching me, I think I prefer the pain. I whimper with longing. I am feeling really small and extra needy. I want his hands on me so badly, but can't find the words.
"What is it Puppy?" he asks. He knows, I know he knows. I want to tell him, but I'm shy. "Is this what you wanted?" he asks as his hand drifts down and he gently strokes the top of my slit. His fingers are grazing closer and closer to my clit. So close, but so far. All I can do is whimper, I can't tell him that I want to be his little slut. I want to be his little girl, but I also want to do slutty things. I don't know how to explain it. I don't have the words.
He continues to tease, but to make things worse he wraps his hand around my neck. Not choking, but the touch is enough to take my breath away. The thought of what he could do, with so little effort is so powerful. As it is he has barely moved and I'm already wound up. I take his wrist with both my hands and try to push it just a bit lower. Not to where it feels good, but where I need to be touched. He doesn't have to fight me, he calmly and frustratingly resists. He takes my chin in his other hand, forcing me to make eye contact. I blush. He stares into my eyes and all my sass melts away. I feel even smaller, more powerless and more excited.
