I obeyed, the pleated skirt flaring out as I twirled. She made a low sound in her throat. “Perfect. Cute enough to make me want to throw you over my shoulder, but with enough bite to remind me you’re not just a doll.”
My knees almost buckled.
She motioned toward the racks again. “Go on. Find another. I want to see all the versions of my Little one.”
The way she saidmymade my chest squeeze.
I tried on ripped black jeans with suspenders and a cropped striped shirt. Daddy tilted her head, studying me. “Mmm. I like that one too. Very rebellious teenager. But if you wear that, you’ll have to deal with me keeping a very close eye on your attitude.” Her grin turned wicked.
My face flamed.
By the fourth outfit—a plaid skirt with knee-high socks and an oversized hoodie—she was openly teasing me. “Dangerous. You look like trouble. Maybe I should make you write lines just to keep you from plotting.”
I swatted at her arm, laughing nervously, but she caught my wrist mid-swat, her eyes gleaming. “Careful, little one. Flirting with your Daddy is allowed… but bratting comes with consequences.”
The words sent shivers straight through me.
In the end, she chose the pleated skirt, skeleton tee, and boots for me to wear for our date. I did get to purchase the rest of what I tried on. Not to mention the jacket with the lace floral arms that had been in the room I’d explored. Then we cashed out. Well, Daddy purchased them, along with some other things she found while I was changing. She also had me pick out more shoes while she wandered over to the sex toys to look around. I blushed majorly knowing that she was over there, but not what she was getting. What shecouldget…
“This one speaks the loudest,” she said, brushing a hand down my arm before releasing me. She was talking about the outfit I was wearing. I knew it was her favorite from the way she watched me with it on. Her touch lingered, sparking warmth under my skin. She grabbed the bags.
I tried to see what was inside, but she swatted my butt, taking advantage of the skirt. I’d decided at the last minute to add black fishnets underneath and to pull my thigh high socks up over them but I folded them down so she could get a peek at my stockings. Her eyes kept wandering there and I knew I’d pleased her by doing so.
By the time we left the shop, I was in the outfit, boots laced, shoulders squared like I was finally allowed to exist this way. Daddy’s hand found the small of my back, steadying me as if she knew I needed it. Being so close made this all feel so normal, so real.
I leaned up and kissed her cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“For?” She leaned in my direction, but she kept her eyes toward wherever we were walking.
“Our shopping trip. I really appreciate it.”
“It was my pleasure, for sure. Have you seen how fucking delicious you look? I’m having all kinds of naughty school girl fantasies.”
“Daddy… I don’t think…” I tried to finish my statement but lost my train of thought when she looked down at me.
“Yes?”
“Can women be handsome and beautiful at the same time?” I asked her, unintentionally changing the subject.
Daddy chuckled. Then she stopped and pulled me close to her body. Her lips found mine and I put my arms around her neck to hold myself up. We were in the hall, people could see us, and Daddy was so unbothered by it. Her hands gripped my ass and she groaned into my mouth.
Mhm…
She pulled away slowly. “I don’t know, but what I do know is that someone can be beautiful and sexy at the same time. You’re proof.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” My cheeks burned hot, but I knew better than to pull away. “Then the answer to my question is yes. Because that’s exactly how you look.”
“Handsome and beautiful?” She raised her eyebrow.
“Yes, Madame. You do.”
Daddy’s nostrils flared. And she seemed as if she was minutes away from attacking me. Like her control was slipping and she was barely holding on. Almost unhinged. I loved that for me. Slowly, I pulled away from her and I lifted my skirt a little and her eyes followed my eyes.
“Don’t,” Daddy instructed. “Don’t tease.”
“Okay…” I purposely left off any sign of respect.
Daddy stretched her neck, flexed her fingers, and took a step in my direction.
