The gratitude that’s evident in her voice is incredible, and it makes me feel like I’m just not worthy. Heather has a lot of love to give, and I realize that her gentleness is something that often gets overlooked by other people, which is unfortunate because she’s wonderful.
“Sit on the bed, princess.”
She moves over to the bed and sits down. I’m going to help her get dressed, but first, I want to taste her.
I move over to her and cup her cheek before bringing my lips down on hers. She tastes sweet: like cherries, and I take what I want from this moment. She kisses me back eagerly. Heather never holds back at the club and she’s definitely not holding back now. This may be her first time with a Daddy, but I’m going to make it a night she’s never going to forget.
There’s a part of me that’s holding out, that’s hoping she’ll want more from me than just one night. I know that’s not very fair for either of us. She doesn’t want this, and I shouldn’t want to be with someone who doesn’t share the same needs or interests at me.
Still, I can’t help but wonder what if.
“Okay,” I murmur, pulling back regretfully. “Time to get dressed.”
I help her into the stockings and the lace dress. It’s poofy and pretty and has petticoats nestled underneath. She looks positively adorable in the dress, and I pull her to her feet.
“No shoes?” She asks, looking down.
“Not today.”
“It’s poofy.”
“It’s beautiful.”
She looks up at me and she smiles.
“Thanks,” she says. “I kind of like it.”
“When was the last time you dressed up?”
“I mean, I dressed up tonight,” she says with a little laugh.
“You dressed incredibly sexy tonight,” I say, thinking about how she looked in the tight little black dress. She followed my instructions precisely, but me asking her to wear that was more so I could see if she was able to follow directions outside of the club. Every woman has a little black dress in their closet, and I didn’t want to ask her to wear something that she’d inevitably have to go buy or purchase.
She’s a graduate student, after all. The last thing she needs is to have to go spend money she doesn’t have just in order to enjoy a night with me.
Besides, tonight I want her to have fun.
I want her to relax.
Most of all, I want her to submit.
“Shall we go?” I ask, taking her hand. She nods, and I lead her back through the house. It feels good to have her here. It’s a big home and it’s far too empty without someone to share it with. I love having her around the house with me. I love knowing that she’s here to play with me and have fun with me.
We reach the dining room and I show her where we’re going to have our tea.
“It’s like a proper tea party,” she says. “But at night.”
“Of course,” I say with a smile.
“I’ve never done this before.”
“It’s important that you learn.”
“Why?”
“Being submissive is about more than kneeling and following orders. It’s about meeting your Daddy’s requests.”
“And what you request is for me to serve you tea.”