I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, a disgruntled frown on my face. I couldn't sleep. I was alone in Daddy's big bed and it made me feel restless. He had left for work a couple of hours before. I had tossed and turned for a while, but by then I had given up on sleep. It was too strange not to have Daddy's warmth next to me; my body wouldn't let me rest without it. With a sigh I rolled over, sat up, and got out of bed.
After a few hours of doing work on my computer a deliciously naughty idea came to mind. I thought of Daddy coming home after a long day at work, just wanting to unwind with his little girl like usual...but maybe, just maybe, I could enhance the experience for him. A smile came to my lips as I thought of what I would do. I looked at the upper right hand corner of my laptop screen; I had almost two hours until Daddy was due home. I put my computer aside and went to the bathroom to get ready.
The shower water felt nice and hot running down my body. The steam rose into my lungs; it seemed to cleanse my entire body, inside and out. As I soaped my body, I ran my hands down myself. I am a very pale girl, but the heat of the water brought my blood to the surface, turning my skin a pinker color. The water trickled between my fingers in a steady stream. I placed an outstretched hand over my left collarbone and then slowly traced it downward. My fingertips caressed my warm, slippery skin. I brought my right hand over to my left breast and moved my left hand up to my right one. I have rather large breasts; my outstretched hand cannot hold the entire thing. I let my hands cup as much of each wet breast as best I could. They felt perfect in my palms, so slick and soft. Slowly, I moved my fingertips across my large, light brown nipples. I twisted them with the tips of my thumbs and forefingers, feeling them harden beneath my fingertips. I fingered the stainless steel rings that were pierced through them, tugging on them slightly, feeling a tingling in my groin.
I moved my hands slowly down my flat belly, smoothing over my slight waist and down my curvaceous hips. Slowly, with my right hand, I touched the top of my pubic area, at the part where the top of my outer lips meet. I gently pressed on the area, on my clit nestled between the lips. The area was completely bare; I shaved it smooth just like Daddy liked it. Slowly, I slipped a finger between my slit and massaged my clit. As the water continued to course down my body, I felt myself becoming aroused, my clit engorging with blood. Quickly I pulled the finger away, before I gave myself an orgasm without permission.
I finished my shower and toweled off, then set to work preparing myself for Daddy's arrival. I rummaged around Daddy's room looking for the clothes I needed; finally, I managed to find them all. I put on a simple, short-sleeved white button down, sans bra, and undid the first couple of buttons. I slipped on a lacy black garter belt and then rolled on my opaque white thigh highs, attaching the garters to them. Finally, I put on the lacy white panties that drove Daddy wild. I did my make up thick to make it look slutty; I caked on the mascara and underlined my wide, green eyes in black liner. For my lips, I put on a dark pink lip-gloss. I straightened my collar on my neck and then looked in the mirror. I smiled; my goal was accomplished. I looked like Daddy's little whore; my slut image was complete. I adjusted my panties and went into the living room to wait for Daddy.
It seemed like ages before I heard Daddy's key in the lock. As soon as I heard his keys jingle, I sat up straight in the armchair I had turned to face the door. My heart was pounding as the door open and Daddy stepped into the room. He wasn't looking ahead at first; he was looking down at his shoes to get something off the bottom of them. I sat still and silent, watching him, willing him to turn his head to face me. In that moment, he looked back up, and his eyes caught sight of me, travelling the length of my body until they locked on mine.
I was sitting with my breasts threatening to spill out the top of my blouse, and my legs spread enough to show a flash of lacy white beneath the black mini-skirt style garter belt. Confident in my appearance, I managed to transform my nervous face into a smile.
"Good morning, Daddy," I chirped, my eyes still never leaving Daddy's.
"Good morning, angel," he replied after a moment of silence. He cocked his head to the side and stroked his goatee, then moved a little closer to me. "You look quite lovely this morning."
"Thank you, Daddy," I smiled. "How was work today?"
"Oh, it was alright. It went by slowly, but I spent the entire time thinking about my little one. What did you do while I was away?"
I giggled nervously; his eyes were locked on my face, and they were starting to take on the hard look he gets that completely undoes me. "Oh, not much. I just straightened up the apartment a little and did some stuff for work."
"Really?" Daddy asked, moving a little bit closer. "It looks to me like you spruced yourself up more than you did the apartment."
"Oh, this old thing? " I asked nonchalantly, indicating the lingerie hugging my curves. "Nah, I just had it lying around."
"Did you?" Daddy asked. He was almost right up to the chair. There was a slight hint of a growl in his voice, and my heart skipped a beat.
"Yes Sir," I replied, nodding emphatically. I began to close my legs a little, but Daddy's lunged out and pushed them apart. I uttered a cry of surprise.
Daddy's face was inches from my own, his eyes boring into me. He leaned further in and addressed me in a deadly serious tone. " You do not close your legs in my presence unless I command it, understood?"
"Yes Sir," I squeaked. His fingernails were digging into my lower thighs. "Um, Daddy...Sir...you're hurting me." I winced after I spoke the words.
He tightened his grip on my thighs, eliciting yet another cry from me. He smiled that evil grin of his, the one that lets me know he is thinking of doing terrible things to me. He chuckled and leaned closer still. "This isn't about you, little one," he whispered darkly.