Page 67 of Daddy's Princess
“Mmm. That’s it. I can feel you milking my cock. You’re going to come all over me, aren’t you?”
“Yes… yes… yes…” I chant as my body tightens around him. Lights dance behind my eyelids as my orgasm rocks through me. I feel Oliver’s cock pulse inside me as he fills me with his own release.
He kisses me slow and sweet.
Usually, after we play in the private room, we spend some time with our friends either at the bar or in the dollhouse. I’m slightly confused when after we are dressed, Oliver doesn’t put my masquerade mask back on. Instead, he produces a blindfold that is the exact same pink as my dress.
“What’s going on, daddy?”
“Just a little surprise.”
I try to run through the possibilities of what my surprise could be… it’s not my birthday. We celebrated that with our friends at Jose Locos last month. I let Oliver lead me out of the room, trying to figure out what Oliver has up his sleeve this time.
The first thing I notice is that the club is quiet. The only sound is the overhead music that is always a constant stream of background noise. Oliver’s hand leaves my back, and I stop in my tracks, putting my hands out in front of me searching.
“Daddy?” I ask nervously. Not liking that I can’t seeorfeel him. Being blindfolded like this is a huge leap of faith and makes me feel completely and totally vulnerable. I hate it almost as much as I love it in a scene. Even though our scene is over, I’m still very much in that mindset, and I feel a bit of panic start to rise in my chest.
“Right here, babygirl.” His voice comes from directly in front of me, but from much lower than it should be.
I jump when someone pulls the ribbon on the blindfold. “Easy, darlin’.” Andre’s deep voice soothes my nerves.
When the blindfold falls from my eyes, I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. The club has been completely transformed. The room is filled with candles and flowers cover every surface. After I take it all in, my eyes land on Oliver, who is kneeling in front of me. Tears pool in my eyes when I realize what’s happening.
He opens his mouth to speak, and I pounce on him, laughing giddily. “Yes!”
Oliver barely keeps us from toppling over. Laughter rings out in the room, which barely registers. It’s Oliver’s amused laughter that steals my attention. “You know you’re supposed to let me ask before you answer.”
“Don’t care,” I say, kissing him over and over. “My answer is yes. A hundred times, yes!”
He kisses me as he slides the ring I didn’t even take time to notice he was holding onto my finger. I look down at my hand, and tears fill my eyes. It’s perfect. It’s not the customary diamond engagement ring. Instead, there is a beautiful pink stone in the center surrounded by smaller diamonds. It’s perfect.
“I love it.”
“And I love you, babygirl.”
I beam at him, my heart overflowing with happiness. “I love you too, daddy. Forever.”
“And always,” he adds.
THE END