Dinner for 6
She woke up earlier than normal for a Saturday and automatically reached out, but Daddy was already up. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to luxuriate in the still warm bed, the sheets still smelling of last night. She knew these were Daddy's favorite, so she would wash them and put them back on the bed before tonight. TONIGHT! She leaped out bed as she remembered.
She hurried down the stairs, saw Daddy in the living room in his chair, the coffee cup next to him. Her cup was still on the counter, more cream than coffee. He always remembered how she loved her coffee. And the play frown as she diluted her coffee always made her giggle.
She took her coffee and sat on the floor, next to his leg, giving it a kiss before taking a sip of her coffee. The mornings were quiet here. Daddy was not a morning person. These quiet times anchored her, gave her peace and security.
"Morning, Mine," he said, stroking her hair.
"Morning, Daddy," she answered, kissing his hand. She always mentally capitalized Daddy. He'd found her when she was lost. Of course she'd protested. He was too good for her and she had been so afraid of disappointing him. But he'd met each of her protests with logic and sensible reasoning. When she kept protesting, he'd won her over with silliness and laughing. She hadn't known a Dom could be silly.
The hand moved from her head to pick up his coffee. "Black like my girl," he'd said once. There wasn't racism in the comment, just his silliness. She thought of that every time he made coffee. He wasn't ignoring her while he read. There was comfort, ease, belonging in the silence and she didn't want to break that.
After a few minutes of the peace, her phone rang at a new text. Her phone was down in the foyer. That was the best part about spending time with Daddy. As soon as she walked in, she removed all her clothes and folded them. Sometimes there was a gift from Daddy waiting for her. She didn't know why, but the act of baring everything as she walked through the house, looking for Daddy was freeing. Of course the first couple of times, she'd been self conscious, but now, it was the right thing to do. She glanced up to meet His eyes. There was the familiar twinkle and humor. A simple nod was all she needed.
She jumped up and raced to the foyer, picking her phone up and looking at the message. There were others, but she focused on the one from Daddy.
"you will clean yourself from head to toe. No hair below the neck. No perfumes or deodorant. You will wear your makeup as I prefer," Simple, to the point.
"When you are ready, lay on your bed and call me to inspect you." The tingle that ran through her raised goose bumps on her arms and legs.
When they'd first met, she knew she was not allowed to ask favors. That had been ingrained in her over the years. She'd kept her silence, like she'd been taught. Then that changed. It was a Saturday, and they were watching football. Daddy had decided to root for the wrong team! Of course she loved football and the time spent that first weekend watching football, curled up in his lap had been delicious. Then he'd gone and asked her who she was rooting for!
Being a good little, she'd said the same team as Daddy. But she was relaxed and hadn't anticipated the question and Daddy heard the doubt in her voice! He'd turned her in his lap, held her eyes and forcefully asked who she wanted to win. She couldn't lie, not to Daddy. So, after hemming and hawing for a moment admitted it was the other team with her eyes down, expecting the punishment.
There'd been a loud HUMPH followed by silence that grew. Finally she dared to look up and see His smile. "If my team wins, you will make me cum however I want," He'd said. She nodded obediently.
"But if your team wins..." He'd started and she KNEW there was going to be unfair punishment. Doms always did that to her. "I will make you cum however you want."
Her eyes went WIDE at that. "But Daddy-" she'd started to protest. He shook His head and that was the end of the discussion.
The whole rest of the game, that thought consumed her. She could cum however she wanted? Why? No one had ever said that before.
After the game, she KNEW exactly what she wanted. But she KNEW she would never ask for that. She'd picked something she knew would make Daddy happy. And was ready to tell him that. But he didn't ask right after the game. He held her, they talked about nothing and everything. Then he slipped it in and asked. Before she could stop herself, she said, "Oh, you'll be laying on your back, Daddy." Then realized what she'd said and was horrified!
"Oh?" he'd looked her with a raised eyebrow.
She could barely nod around the lump in her throat and the fear.
"So I get to just lay there? Sounds relaxing." He'd chuckled. He'd purposefully misunderstood her!
He let the silence hang there and she knew that was not the end of it. Her mind raced for something. But He'd see through any excuse. She kept her eyes down, praying it would be forgotten.
"Well...?" That voice had been so confident, caring, unwavering.
She took a deep breath. "I want to..." Don't say it her inner voice was screaming. But his eyes would not let her back track. Maybe he would understand? "Cum, riding your face. I've never done that before." she finished in a small voice and waited.
The finger that lifted her chin until her eyes met his was soft but undeniable. "That's what you want?" There was no scorn or anger. Just a simple question.
"Yes," she managed to croak out.
"Yes ma'am." He replied. The ma'am wasn't scorn or derision. It was what he always said when she was right.
That all led to today. Her stomach knotted at the thought. He'd told her what was going to happen. It'd been a long conversation and she couldn't help but squirm in his lap. He didn't even mind the wet spot that soaked through to his pants.
Finally, she pulled away from her thoughts and returned to the living room to sit by his feet. Her coffee was still warm. She knew she was vibrating but forced herself to sit still. She knew he was watching her and would use any opportunity to increase the anticipation and torture of waiting. Careful sips of coffee, but intensely aware of every move He made.
"Why so quiet, Mine?" he asked, his voice deep, his hand in her hair again.
"Daddy, is tonight really going to happen?" There was a quiver of anticipation in her voice she couldn't hide.
"Yes." She knew he wouldn't add more, it wasn't necessary. His hand felt good in her hair
She knew it wouldn't be until later. Her mind already racing on the timing. She had to have to drinks ready. That meant enough glasses, ice and the right recipes. The meal was what she was looking forward to. She hadn't had a chance to really cook for Daddy. But he'd patiently listened as she listed out what she needed and it was all in the fridge, ready for her to start.
She broke the day down into sections. The meal would show Daddy that she KNEW how to cook. She couldn't help but admit that she was proud of what she'd planned. Once the meal was cooking, she needed to take care of herself. Daddy had said no hair and she knew the inspection would be detailed and humiliating. Daddy didn't do things half-assed. Her makeup would have to wait until most of the cooking was done.
The dining room table had to be set too. But for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why Daddy had put the cuffs that each corner of the table.
After makeup, she'd start the drinks. And make sure Daddy was ready. Yes, it was going to be a busy day!
"May I start preparing the meal?" she asked. She knew the answer, but it felt so much better when she asked permission.
"There's a gift for you on the kitchen counter." He said.
She scurried into the kitchen and dutifully brought back the wrapped box and sat in Daddy's lap to open it. "What is it, Daddy?" she asked and couldn't help the little bounces from excitement.
