Daddy, Take Me Ch. 43-46

Maisie gently fiddled with a gorgeous bandeau bra set, but I told her to behave. She had spent enough on me already! On the way out, I spied a selection of berets, obviously for the passing tourist trade, as hardly any Parisians wear the 'national' headwear anymore. Again, it brought me right back to when my daddy and I were in Paris years ago. I remembered how much Maggie and Lily loved their little gifts, so bought two more, hoping these would fit, too.

We popped up to the restaurants and had a light meal, the views over Paris were breathtaking. Over glasses of rosé, we took in the city. As Maisie read from her notes, her excitement was palpable and talking about all her wild ideas on what she saw our business was to look like. She had me convinced before we finished our wine.

On the way back to the hotel, we stopped off at the Musée d'Orsay, which was a terrible idea, as we only had a few hours, but we hit the highlights and vowed to return before we left on Sunday.

We made it back and collapsed on the bed. My heart was beating so bloody quickly, as I had booked this special restaurant, hoping Maisie would like it. This one meal would be a budget-breaker, but I knew it would be worth the expense.

We lay in each other's arms, fiddling with the other's hair and tenderly kissing. We messaged Belle, knowing she wouldn't be in yet, but more to let her know we were thinking of her. We needed to get a move on, so we sent Belle our love and headed for the shower room. We leisurely washed and preened each other, the wonderfully soft washcloths gliding over our bodies. I could never tire of washing my Maisie's breasts, the soapy gel flowing down her body, skimming into the crease of her thighs and finally settling on the floor, only to be washed away. As much as I wanted to go down on her, I held firm, hoping the evening would be foreplay enough. We spent an inordinate amount of time brushing and styling each other's hair.

"Remember, sweetie. This is my treat tonight, 'kay? NO whining or sulking, all right?" I teased with a gentle laugh.

"I hope it's not too extravagant, leannan. I'd be happy at a crêperie!" she giggled.

"I think we can do a bit better than that tonight, chérie," I smirked, and continued to braid her hair, doing an off-the-shoulder French braiding. Maisie wanted to comb mine into a pigtail style, but I vetoed that! Tonight, I was going for a more sophisticated look, wondering if I could pull it off! She could have her baby-girl hairdo another day! We settled on a simpler three-band braid, my hair hanging loosely over my left shoulder. I looked at myself and thought, 'Yeah. That'll do,' and we finished that!

I was wearing my Little Black Dress, Maisie wondering why I was being so coy. Well, a girl still needs some secrets, eh? I had hoped my excitement wasn't giving anything away! She wore her elegant, dark-blue, lace-topped overlay, pleated midi-dress, the look sensuous and beautiful on her. I kicked myself for not going down on her in the shower, as my excitement for later began to bubble in my tummy.

"I could do you right now, darling," I giggled, as I slipped my lace-topped black thigh-high stockings on. They had little black hearts scattered throughout, making them outlandishly stand out.

"Do you have your, uhm, bum plug in?" she smirked lovingly, her eyes on my legs, as I sensuously pulled the stockings up my lithe limbs.

"Nope. Not tonight, sweetie. Perhaps you could sort that out later, though?" I faux shyly smiled.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you, leannan?" she laughed, as she pulled up her slightly opaque tights up her long legs.

"I've already told you, numerous times, Maisie. I'm...yours. Whatever you want to do with...or to me, please...go ahead," I sniggered.

"Easy, hen. You'll wet your panties if you keep that up!" she giggled.

"Or you could wet them for me, hmm?" I shot back.

For once, Maisie was at a loss for a comeback. Yay!

We fixed our jewellery, spritzed ourselves with our fragrant flowery perfume and lightly kissed. The last piece she put on was the silver, engraved bracelet I had bought her years ago from a little shop on the Île de la Cité. I grabbed my bag, checking that everything was safely tucked in there and we headed downstairs. I had ordered a taxi, as I didn't fancy the Metro, dressed the way we were.

Maisie held the door for me and we carefully got into the taxi. The drive was marvellous; Paris at night. There was nowhere in the world so enchanting, or so I imagined. We held hands and pointed out the sights like real tourists.

We finally arrived, and Maisie was gobsmacked, and that doesn't happen too often.

"Chloe! What have you done?" she asked, looking at the two Michelin stars on the wall.

"Shhh, darling. This is for...you," I smiled, and we walked through the doors, held open by the doorman.

I took her hand and led her to the maître d's rostrum. In my, hopefully, perfect French, I announced who we were and that we had a reservation.

Le Clarence was as elegant, warm, and refined as I had imagined. And hoped! He kindly answered me in French, which I took as a compliment, and led us through the room to our table, beautifully laid out with pure, white linen, crystal glasses and bespoke, handmade silverware.

Maisie was overtaken by the atmosphere and subtlety of the design. I gave her a little background and told her that I was unsure of the menu, as everything was seasonal and changed almost daily.

"Chloe...you shouldn't have. My God, this'll cost more than the hotel!" she gasped.

I grasped her hand and could only say, "And it'll be worth every euro, darling woman," and squeezed her hand.

"How did you find this place, hmm? Did your, uhm, daddy take you here?" she coyly asked.

"Nope. This was all me, chérie. I wanted somewhere special, 'kay? As long as you like it, that's all that matters, all right?" I said.

The impeccably dressed waiter came over and introduced himself, asking if we'd like an aperitif. We ordered two negronis, our hands still clasped. We were seated by a large, floor-to-ceiling double doors, looking out onto their garden. We looked around the room, taking in the opulent wallpaper and paintings.

This was divine, I thought. Just...perfect.

In time we ordered our starter and chatted, Maisie leaning over and pushing a stray hair or three from my face.

"I want to see all of you, leannan," she smiled.

We both had the wild salmon with cuttlefish and sorrel. Henri suggested a lovely Loire wine to pair with the entrée, so we took his advice.

As the meal went on, we both relaxed in the quiet ambience of this charming restaurant. We mused on the idea of our business; seemingly that was all that was on Maisie's mind right now. She had very definite ideas, incorporating what I loved and where she felt, her real heart and enthusiasm lie. Breaking into her market would be more challenging than mine, but we had time on her side. I mean, I was twenty-four at the time and Maisie had just turned twenty-seven.

My main course of lamb came from the Aveyron region and had a side of unbearably beautiful-tasting mushroom ravioli and parmesan cheese. It was absolutely the tenderest, tastiest lamb I had ever had. Maisie opted for the pigeon, spinach and eggplant miso. Again, Henri suggested a Pinot Noir to pair with our mains, so we took his advice.

Unabashedly, we fed each other our chosen meals, Maisie exaggerating every mouthful. She's such a tease!

"Behave or I'll take you into the restroom right now, hmm?" I laughed. "I doubt we'd get the same reaction, though."

"Speaking of that, are you still okay with what happened?" she asked, concern on her face again.

"Maisie. Of course, I am. We just need to be careful, though. I know we're doing a lot of exploring here, and I don't mind. Truly. I only hope I'm, well, enough for you, right? I'm not a little slut, ya know. Let's just be careful. That's all I say, 'kay?" I explained.

Our dessert arrived and I didn't want to eat it. I'd have been happy to stare at it all night! But, we must and so, ladylike as ever, we delved into the beautiful fraisier cake with lemon cream and strawberry sorbet. Fuck me, it was fabulous! The layers of genoise were just right.

Even though we had the same, we flagrantly fed each other, my eyes captivated by my Maisie's.

"You know," I said, nervously. "We've known each other for a while now, hmm? We've been a couple for what, four years now? I...I could never find anyone who compares to you, darling. I...I know we're still kinda young, but I know what I want, darling," I said, and surreptitiously delved into my bag. "And what I want is you...forever, 'kay? That being the case," I said and pulled the small box from my lap, and opened the top. "Will you marry me?" I smiled, with a modicum of hesitation.

I handed her the small velour box. Inside was a beautiful half-carat, round emerald set in a white gold ring.

"It's your birthstone, darling," I said, although she certainly knew that.

"Chloe!" she gasped. "I...how did you—?" she choked, and gingerly picked up the ring. "This is...when did you...God, Chloe, this is..." she sighed, lovingly. She seemed to come out of her trance and rustled around in her bag.

"Only if you marry me, leannan," and handed me a box, sized the same. I opened it and inside was a beautiful, simply twisted, but elegant diamond ring. I burst into tears.

She handed me her napkin and I tried to dry my eyes.

"Of course, I will," I finally said, and leaned over the table and kissed her.

With that, Maisie burst into tears. Our waiter saw the commotion at our table and rushed over.

"Is...is everything okay? Is there anything I can—" and then he saw the two ring boxes and understood. He calmly walked away and left us.

After profusely professing our love, we relaxed and began to chuckle.

"How did you know?" Maisie asked. "You do know you beat me to it, hmm? she chuckled.

"I didn't. I swear. I'm as surprised as you!" I stammered. "You will, though? Marry me. Forever, right?" I sighed.

"Forever, leannan. God, yes, darling. Forever. God, you're going to make our life so interesting, Chloe, and there's no one I'd want to share it with it more than you, okay? I've always known, darling. I...I just needed you to be certain, right?"

"Ohhh, Maisie. I...I wasn't expecting this, but I couldn't be happier, darling," I grinned, as the waiter came over with a lovely bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"I assume you both said 'yes?'" he smiled, and opened the bottle.

"We did," I said, sniffling and wiping my nose. "She said 'yes!'" and I burst into tears again.

He poured us a glass each and placed the bottle in the proffered bucket and silently walked away.

"This is absolutely stunning, darling. How did you..." I began to ask, looking at my ring, now safely on my finger.

"Your moms and Belle all helped. Your mum borrowed a ring of yours for the sizing and Belle helped me choose it. Do you really like it? I wanted something not too big, but enough to let you know how serious I am, hen. I still can't believe you said yes!" she chuckled, as we clinked glasses. "Any help on your end?" she smirked.

"The same, except it was your mum who borrowed one of your rings!" I laughed. "Then moms helped me choose it. There's a wonderful jeweller in the town that has made rings for them, so she suggested I go there and see her. It's a one-off design. I...I love it...and hope you do, too," I grinned.

"It's...beautiful, darling. Just like you," and we drank.

"So...any date set yet, hmm?" I chuckled.

"I think in a few years? We have so much to do, darling. If we're serious about this business, well, that'll take time and capital. This is just another way of me saying how desperately in love with you I am. I know it's been a challenging six months for us. We've both had a lot to deal with it, but...we've come through, stronger than ever, I'd say. We're going to have even more ordeals ahead of us. But, I don't mind. As Belle has said, she knows what we can accomplish. I agree with her, sweetheart. God! I can't believe I'm engaged!" she beamed.

We sat there, quaffed the bottle of champers and talked about our future; our hopes, dreams and what we could build, together. I don't think I had ever loved her more.

I wanted to call my parents and tell them the fab news, even though they already knew! Humph! I thought it was a bit gauche, though, especially in a bloody-two-starred-Michelin restaurant, so held my enthusiasm in check.

I couldn't take my eyes off this token of Maisie's love and surreptitiously moved my hand around, the light catching the beautiful stone.

"It's...beautiful, darling," I gushed again. "Thank you. For everything, 'kay? And for, well, choosing me."

A few patrons, noticing our celebration, came by the table and congratulated us.

Fuck me, I thought. I'm really engaged!

We didn't finish the bottle and asked our waiter to enjoy the rest, with our compliments. When the l'addition arrived, I tried not to choke. Maisie wanted to see it, and probably contribute, but I sternly told her 'No!'

We caught a taxi outside the restaurant and I directed him to our hotel. I laid my head on Maisie's shoulder and she wrapped me in her arms. When the Seine came into view, I asked the driver to pull over, so we could walk from there.

It was a balmy evening, as we sauntered along the riverside, hand in hand. It could not have been more perfect. We were going to stop off for one more drink, but quickly changed our minds. We, somewhat hurriedly, made it to our hotel.

As the doors to the lift closed behind us, Maisie grabbed me, just before I grabbed her, and pushed me against the mirrored wall. My quiet, 'mmmmms' filled the air, as she kissed me. Her subtle but practised hands slid under my form-fitting black dress, her fingers caressing my soft tights and my arse. She moved her lips from mine and looked at me, her mouth furiously taking mine again.

"Ohhhhh...my...darling," I whispered, as her fingers dug into my bum, holding me so firmly against her writhing body.

The lift suddenly 'pinged' and opened. Maisie didn't move, but stood there, her body pressed against mine and her hand still rubbing my behind. An older couple began to walk in, but stood and stared at us. Maisie slowly moved from me, the lady watching as I adjusted my dress.

"Nous sommes engagés!" I giggled, holding out my hand for them to see my magnificent ring. (We're engaged!)

"Ahhh. Bonne chance à tous les deux," the gentleman smiled, and gently laughed, his eyes sparkling at us. (Ahhh. Good luck to you both!)

Unsteadily, we left the elevator, neither one of us blushing at this awkward encounter. We practically ran to our room, Maisie shakily slipping the card in and the door opened. We threw our bags on the floor and lunged at each other. Maisie pinned me against the door, her hands running from my waist up to my covered mounds. Her thumbs pressed into my nipples, rubbing and brushing them whilst her mouth engulfed mine.

Maisie pulled away and looked at me, her voice faltering, as she asked, "We're really doing this, leannan?"

"Without any doubt, chérie. Tomorrow, if that's okay, hmm?" I grinned, and pulled her lips to mine.

The door was rattling with every firm thrust of my bum against it, Maisie so enraptured and aroused, her pelvis grinding on mine, as if we couldn't part from each other.

She pushed me on my shoulders and stood back.

"Don't...move," she hissed, and she stood there, her eyes trailing from my head to my toes, taking in her now-official fiancée.

She stood inches from me, and moaned a low, 'mmmmm'. "Now, don't move," as her hands came to my hair, and slowly untangled my braid.

Maisie grasped my still-half-set braid and gently pulled me to her, my head twisted sideways now. She buried her nose in my tresses, her subtle moans were music to my dizzy mind. Her finger touched my chin and she moved my head so I was looking at her, as she lightly touched my face, tracing the outline of my eyes, nose, cheeks and finally my lips. I kept them closed, waiting...for what I wasn't sure, but I waited. My body trembled with every delicate touch, her flirtatious eyes causing my vagine to tingle.

Her thumbs skimmed my still-closed lips, as if she was looking at me, seemingly for the first time.

"You are simply... exquisite, leannan," she sighed, and her lips tenderly kissed mine.

Her intensity had dissipated, the movements slow but determined, as her fingers lingered on my face, around my ears and around the curve of my neck.

"Simply...beautiful, hen," she whispered. "But do you know what I love most, leannan? Hmm?" she sighed. "This," she smiled, and stroked my head. "And this," she uttered, and touched my heart.

"Ohhhhh, my....Maisie," I mutely mumbled, and kissed her cupped hand.

"Turn around, leannan," she asked, and I did, slowly turning my body to the door. I lifted my hands above my head and placed my palms on the door.

I felt her fingers search for my zip, the soft grinding of the fastener being released played like a melody, as the room air swam over my back. I shivered at the release of the snug fabric, pressing my hands harder against the door.

"Just..." she whispered, as her lips touched my bare shoulder, and moved to my neck, her little pecks sending sparks through me.

Tickling me, her fingers trailed down my back, following the curve of my spine, her thumb grazing my flesh with every teasing, slow touch.

She kissed my back and turned me around, my eyes glazed and my body shuddering with excitement.

"Take it off, darling. Slowly," she sighed, stepping back and teasing herself, as much as I.

"Are you...sure?" I teased, my fingers grasping the edges of the shoulders. "I...I'm not wearing a bra, darling," I said, as straight-faced as I could.

"MyGodChloe," she muttered to herself.

'Take it off, Chloe,' her eyes begged.

"You won't...touch me, will you?" I coyly asked.

I could see the searing desire in her eyes, but she played along with me. Her fingers were lightly touching her covered breasts, again, teasing us both. I slipped the thin straps over my shoulders and pulled the material down my body, my small mounds peeking out, and then totally in view.

My eyes never left hers, as I shimmied the dress over my modest hips, Maisie's eyes following the descent of my tight dress.

"Are you...touching yourself, Maisie?" I asked, rhetorically, as her hands continued to fondle her bosom.

"I am, darling. Do you want me to touch...myself? Hmm?" she quietly asked.

"Go ahead, chérie. I'm more than happy to help...later," I grinned, my dress pooled at my feet now.

"Touch me, Maisie. Touch your...fiancée," I modestly moaned, standing in front of her naked except for my petite panties and hold-up stockings.

I could almost feel her fingers tremble, as she laid a single one on my shoulders and slowly brought them down, encircling my heady breasts, and faintly tracing the small swell of my mounds. I leaned against the door, my hands at my side, and my body twitching at her every touch.

"Go ahead, darling. Anything you want, 'kay?" I breathed deeply.

Her head came tantalising close to me, her breath bathing me in her warmth, as she delicately kissed my breasts, then slowly moved down my slender body. I wanted to touch her, and pull her mouth to my excited body, but I held back, letting Maisie set her own pace.

Her wispy kisses had my vagine oozing, my scent rising from beneath my flimsy panties and filling my head with my erotic scent, as she was finally, thankfuckingGod, on her knees.