"What's this," I say, looking at the box on the table, all wrapped with a black satin bow.
Daddy smiles widely.
"A little something I thought you might like, princess."
I run my hand along the ribbon and look up expectantly.
"Would you like to open it?"
I smile and wait for his inviting nod to go ahead. Tugging at the ribbon, the bow comes loose and I push it aside to lift the lid off the white box, revealing crisp tissue paper. Pulling it aside, I can see the bodice of a strapless dress, black. I know exactly what it is, having sent Daddy the link a few weeks earlier.
Pulling it from the box, the dress unfolds, revealing the black organdy, banded waist and a flowing skirt, supporting by several pleated layers that give it a crinoline effect. Hiding underneath, the little bolero shrug to cover my shoulders.
"Daddy!"
I hold the dress up against myself, admiring the way the waist nips in before the full skirt flows outward.
"Why don't you put it on?" Daddy says. "I thought we could spend the rest of the day together. I'd like to take you out and show you off."
My smile widens. An afternoon with Daddy, a new dress. It's a perfect day.
"Off you go. Get changed. No bra -- you don't need it for that dress. Satin panties, I think. Black, yes? Yes. And leave your hair loose like that. I want to run my fingers through it later."
I gather up the dress and the box and hurry off to change, pulling a light pink satin thong from my underwear drawer, spritzing my knees, my upper thigh, my cleavage with perfume, thinking about Daddy burying his face between my breasts.
Slipping on strappy black heels and sliding shiny pink lip gloss over my lips, I walk to where Daddy is waiting at the front door, car keys in hand.
"Ready?"
"Where are we going, Daddy?" I ask as he guides me to the door, running his hand down my back to my hip and gently guiding me forward.
"It's a surprise, princess. You'll see."
In the car, he tugs up the hem of my dress, exposing my pale, white thigh, sliding his hand up it until he reaches the smooth edge of panties, smiling when he is sure I have followed his orders.
"Such a good girl," he says, running a finger over the satin.
He pulls it away to shift gears and I can't help but frown slightly, even as I know there will be plenty of time later for his hand to be between my thighs. Still, I don't want his hand anywhere else but teasing my cunny. But I need to be patient. Always patient.
As he shifts into fourth, he looks over, raking his eyes up from my exposed thigh to the way the dress is cupping my breasts, along my neck to my lips. Reaching over, he strokes my cheek.
"The dress looks perfect on you, princess. Black goes so well against your oh-so-pale skin."
Slowly, he inches his thumb down my cheekbone and slides over to my glossy lips. Looking over at him, I open my mouth so I can suck on it. Gently, insistently. As if it was his cock.
"Naughty, princess," he says, nearly growling before turning his eyes back to the road.
He parks under the movie theatre and helps me out of the car before taking my hand as we walk to the elevator and then to the counter where he buys two tickets for the matinee and then popcorn with extra butter and a drink we can share.
In the hushed theatre, we get seats near the back row, settling into the plush chairs, me fluffing my full skirt around my legs as I sit down.
There's only a few others in the theatre -- it is a Wednesday afternoon, after all.
I lean my head on Daddy's shoulder as the lights dim, holding onto his arm.
After a few minutes, Daddy snakes his hand up under my skirt, runs a finger along the satin panties, now dampened in anticipation. I whimper. I want his fingers under the satin, along my wetness, sliding over my clit. I push my hips up, involuntarily. A silent signal for more.
"Take them off, princess."
"Here, Daddy?" I ask, looking around at the other patrons who are all facing the action on the screen.
"Yes, princess. Here."
I ruck up the dress slightly and grab hold of the scrap of satin, lifting my hips to slide the panties off so I can hand them over to Daddy who slips them into his pocket.
With the underwear out of the way, his hand can now slide along my cunny. He skates it over my clit, knowing how that drives my need for more. He rubs it. Slow circles that make me grip the armrests of the seat. I can't stop myself from spreading my legs a fraction more, a silent invitation. Daddy smirks and traces his finger down the furrow, inserting just the barest tip into me.
I'm not even aware I'm making a sound until Daddy admonishes me.
"Shhhh, princess. You can't moan out loud. It would be naughty for others to know."
But I can hear from his tone he's enjoying the fact his fingers can undo me like this.
A few more strokes of his fingers and he leans over to whisper, even though the noise from the movie would drown out anything he said.
"I need to taste you."
"HERE?" I squeak.
"Here," he responds. "I need your legs wider, princess. Put your foot up on the seat in front. That's a good girl."
He hikes up my dress as he gets down on the floor and runs his hands over my thighs, pushing my legs even wider. It's awkward -- space is tight -- but I can't think of any of that as he presses his mouth to my cunny, small kisses and then his tongue, flat and lapping at my clit, sliding it all around, circling my entrance. I push up against him, grind against his mouth, tangle one hand in his hair, the other gripping the armrest as I try to stay quiet.
Waves of pleasure are rising in me and I start bucking against his mouth, needing more. Needing him. Needing to be filled.
He finally slides a finger in, then two, curling them around to rub my g-spot. I can't stop the moan that escapes. I move my foot onto the next seat over so Daddy has even more room to move his mouth.
His tongue is everywhere, swirling from my clit and down. Fingers thrusting as my hips push back against them. Need more. Need deeper.
"Daddy," I am almost pleading when I call out, as quietly as I can manage.
He stops, pulls back and tells me to look at him.
"You're going to cum for me princess, right now. Yes?"
I can only nod before he dips his warm tongue back onto my cunny, circles a fingertip at my entrance, pauses, knowing this drives my need even more.
I slide down in the theatre seat, pushing my dress up higher, driving his finger in deeper. First knuckle. Second. All the way in.
He replaces his tongue with his thumb on my clit and pulls his mouth off just long enough to growl, "Cum. Now."
Pleasure pulses through me, my cunny clamping down on his finger, hips pushing up as I cum hard and then collapse back into the seat, glassy eyed, breasts heaving as I try to catch my breath again.
He settles back in his seat, looking at me as he runs his fingers over my lips so I can taste myself.
"Delicious," he says, then leans over the armrest to kiss me. Hard. The sweetness of my juices, the rich saltiness of the buttered popcorn intermingled.
