It's been six months since we began dating, meeting here and there whenever possible. Between His schedule and my own hectic hours, the progression of our relationship has been slow despite the familiarity we've achieved through regular conversation. Daily I've become more and more His until finally we've reached this point.
Looking down at the letter clutched in my hand again, it states simply:
Pet,
On your kitchen table you will find what you will wear for me tonight. Prepare well for me, by the time you should be ready there will be a car waiting for you. Do not leave me waiting.
D.
Again a shiver of anticipation courses through my frame, but I'd made my decision. Months ago in fact, I just hadn't had the opportunity. Now climbing out of the car, I readjust the short hem of the black dress He'd sent. The flimsy material came to maybe three or four inches above my knee, much shorter than what I'm accustomed to wearing. My hair is half up, ringlets carefully curled down my spine to tickle the full curve of my hips. From my purse I retrieve a cigarette, using the crutch to sooth my nerves as I look around the unfamiliar surroundings.
I've been brought to a decent hotel, perhaps one of the Hilton line. I see no other people in the parking lot and then I see Him come from within the building. In one hand He holds a single rose, the other is casually in the pocket of His pants. Sporting a pair of Dickies in black and a black turtleneck that enhances the allure of His broad shoulders, my eyes drink in the sight of Him hungrily.
He wraps the arm holding the rose around me and pulls me into His embrace, brushing a kiss to my upturned face after glancing at my cigarette which causes me in turn to toss it away before its even a quarter finished.
"You look perfect, Mia" He says.
I beam at the name He'd chosen for me months ago upon learning it was the Spanish word for mine as well as a popular name.
"Thank you, Daddy." I respond in kind.
When we'd discussed titles months ago, this just seemed to work best for us. His hand brushes my throat possessively while I look up at Him. Unreadable emotion momentarily playing across His handsome features before it's back under his impeccable control. He then gives me the rose and guides me inside where we go to the bar.
Settling me onto a high bar stool, I blush as my hem rises to reveal the tops of my thigh high stockings, when I go to lower the material His hand on the tips of my hair causes me to pause then leave the hem exactly where it is. He drops a kiss to the crown of my head in approval and one of His large hands comes to rest on my thigh.
He places the order for our drinks, the hand in His pocket finally emerging to play over my soft curves possessively. We each enjoy a few rounds chatting idly while His roaming hands and the drinks warm me up. Somehow in the course of the half hour or so that we'd been there my thighs had slightly parted and His thumb was now dragging lazily down the length of my naked slit.
"You came very prepared for me baby, Daddy will reward you well tonight." He murmurs into my ear.
I moan softly, leaning my frame back into Him. When the bartender makes his way back to us, Daddy pays the tab and sets me back on my feet. Guiding me to the room, we barely make it in before He presses me to the closest wall and crushes His lips to mine. The hard muscular planes of His form press demandingly to the softer, lush curves of mine and I simply melt into Him happily. His hand is at my throat again, His thumb rubbing against the column in small circles that sends shivers of desire coursing down my spine.
