Dinner for 6

Dinner for 6

She woke up earlier than normal for a Saturday and automatically reached out, but Daddy was already up. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to luxuriate in the still warm bed, the sheets still smelling of last night. She knew these were Daddy's favorite, so she would wash them and put them back on the bed before tonight. TONIGHT! She leaped out bed as she remembered.

She hurried down the stairs, saw Daddy in the living room in his chair, the coffee cup next to him. Her cup was still on the counter, more cream than coffee. He always remembered how she loved her coffee. And the play frown as she diluted her coffee always made her giggle.

She took her coffee and sat on the floor, next to his leg, giving it a kiss before taking a sip of her coffee. The mornings were quiet here. Daddy was not a morning person. These quiet times anchored her, gave her peace and security.

"Morning, Mine," he said, stroking her hair.

"Morning, Daddy," she answered, kissing his hand. She always mentally capitalized Daddy. He'd found her when she was lost. Of course she'd protested. He was too good for her and she had been so afraid of disappointing him. But he'd met each of her protests with logic and sensible reasoning. When she kept protesting, he'd won her over with silliness and laughing. She hadn't known a Dom could be silly.

The hand moved from her head to pick up his coffee. "Black like my girl," he'd said once. There wasn't racism in the comment, just his silliness. She thought of that every time he made coffee. He wasn't ignoring her while he read. There was comfort, ease, belonging in the silence and she didn't want to break that.

After a few minutes of the peace, her phone rang at a new text. Her phone was down in the foyer. That was the best part about spending time with Daddy. As soon as she walked in, she removed all her clothes and folded them. Sometimes there was a gift from Daddy waiting for her. She didn't know why, but the act of baring everything as she walked through the house, looking for Daddy was freeing. Of course the first couple of times, she'd been self conscious, but now, it was the right thing to do. She glanced up to meet His eyes. There was the familiar twinkle and humor. A simple nod was all she needed.

She jumped up and raced to the foyer, picking her phone up and looking at the message. There were others, but she focused on the one from Daddy.

"you will clean yourself from head to toe. No hair below the neck. No perfumes or deodorant. You will wear your makeup as I prefer," Simple, to the point.

"When you are ready, lay on your bed and call me to inspect you." The tingle that ran through her raised goose bumps on her arms and legs.

When they'd first met, she knew she was not allowed to ask favors. That had been ingrained in her over the years. She'd kept her silence, like she'd been taught. Then that changed. It was a Saturday, and they were watching football. Daddy had decided to root for the wrong team! Of course she loved football and the time spent that first weekend watching football, curled up in his lap had been delicious. Then he'd gone and asked her who she was rooting for!

Being a good little, she'd said the same team as Daddy. But she was relaxed and hadn't anticipated the question and Daddy heard the doubt in her voice! He'd turned her in his lap, held her eyes and forcefully asked who she wanted to win. She couldn't lie, not to Daddy. So, after hemming and hawing for a moment admitted it was the other team with her eyes down, expecting the punishment.

There'd been a loud HUMPH followed by silence that grew. Finally she dared to look up and see His smile. "If my team wins, you will make me cum however I want," He'd said. She nodded obediently.

"But if your team wins..." He'd started and she KNEW there was going to be unfair punishment. Doms always did that to her. "I will make you cum however you want."

Her eyes went WIDE at that. "But Daddy-" she'd started to protest. He shook His head and that was the end of the discussion.

The whole rest of the game, that thought consumed her. She could cum however she wanted? Why? No one had ever said that before.

After the game, she KNEW exactly what she wanted. But she KNEW she would never ask for that. She'd picked something she knew would make Daddy happy. And was ready to tell him that. But he didn't ask right after the game. He held her, they talked about nothing and everything. Then he slipped it in and asked. Before she could stop herself, she said, "Oh, you'll be laying on your back, Daddy." Then realized what she'd said and was horrified!

"Oh?" he'd looked her with a raised eyebrow.

She could barely nod around the lump in her throat and the fear.

"So I get to just lay there? Sounds relaxing." He'd chuckled. He'd purposefully misunderstood her!

He let the silence hang there and she knew that was not the end of it. Her mind raced for something. But He'd see through any excuse. She kept her eyes down, praying it would be forgotten.

"Well...?" That voice had been so confident, caring, unwavering.

She took a deep breath. "I want to..." Don't say it her inner voice was screaming. But his eyes would not let her back track. Maybe he would understand? "Cum, riding your face. I've never done that before." she finished in a small voice and waited.

The finger that lifted her chin until her eyes met his was soft but undeniable. "That's what you want?" There was no scorn or anger. Just a simple question.

"Yes," she managed to croak out.

"Yes ma'am." He replied. The ma'am wasn't scorn or derision. It was what he always said when she was right.

That all led to today. Her stomach knotted at the thought. He'd told her what was going to happen. It'd been a long conversation and she couldn't help but squirm in his lap. He didn't even mind the wet spot that soaked through to his pants.

Finally, she pulled away from her thoughts and returned to the living room to sit by his feet. Her coffee was still warm. She knew she was vibrating but forced herself to sit still. She knew he was watching her and would use any opportunity to increase the anticipation and torture of waiting. Careful sips of coffee, but intensely aware of every move He made.

"Why so quiet, Mine?" he asked, his voice deep, his hand in her hair again.

"Daddy, is tonight really going to happen?" There was a quiver of anticipation in her voice she couldn't hide.

"Yes." She knew he wouldn't add more, it wasn't necessary. His hand felt good in her hair

She knew it wouldn't be until later. Her mind already racing on the timing. She had to have to drinks ready. That meant enough glasses, ice and the right recipes. The meal was what she was looking forward to. She hadn't had a chance to really cook for Daddy. But he'd patiently listened as she listed out what she needed and it was all in the fridge, ready for her to start.

She broke the day down into sections. The meal would show Daddy that she KNEW how to cook. She couldn't help but admit that she was proud of what she'd planned. Once the meal was cooking, she needed to take care of herself. Daddy had said no hair and she knew the inspection would be detailed and humiliating. Daddy didn't do things half-assed. Her makeup would have to wait until most of the cooking was done.

The dining room table had to be set too. But for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why Daddy had put the cuffs that each corner of the table.

After makeup, she'd start the drinks. And make sure Daddy was ready. Yes, it was going to be a busy day!

"May I start preparing the meal?" she asked. She knew the answer, but it felt so much better when she asked permission.

"There's a gift for you on the kitchen counter." He said.

She scurried into the kitchen and dutifully brought back the wrapped box and sat in Daddy's lap to open it. "What is it, Daddy?" she asked and couldn't help the little bounces from excitement.

"I don't know! Probably something boring like nipple clamps," He laughed.

Her stomach contracted involuntarily, and she felt the wetness between her legs. She ripped the wrapping off and opened it. There was a cooking apron inside that said, "little one is served."

She couldn't help the little squeal of glee as she jumped up and put it on. Daddy had good eyes and the apron covered her delicate parts. But her nipples still grew stiff as Daddy looked at her and licked his lips.

She raced back to the kitchen and got the ingredients out. Daddy required a protein at every meal. Tonight was steak, because Daddy loved steak. She knew the timing for everything. She heard Daddy moving, coming towards the kitchen!

"Daddy, you are not allowed in the kitchen!" she hurried and blocked the doorway, her hands on her hips.

"It's my kitchen," He said. "I need more coffee." There was teasing in his eyes. She knew he was going to be under her feet all day and do his best to drive her to distraction.

"Cup!" she directed and held out her hand.

He put the coffee cup in her hand. "You stay here, Daddy!" She turned and only glanced over her shoulder once to make sure she was being obeyed. She filled his cup with coffee.., then reached between her legs and gathered the constant wetness between legs with a finger and rubbed it along the edge of the cup.

Her smile was pure innocence as she handed the cup back to Daddy. She watched as he lifted it and took a sip. As soon as his lips touched the rim, he raised an eyebrow. "you flavored it?"

She giggled and nodded. Then put her hands back on her hips.

"Delicious," he said and walked back to His chair.

Oh she knew that would not be the end of it. Her stomach and pussy tightened as she thought about how Daddy would get back at her for that.

She ran through her check list and knew everything was on track. She'd chosen a simple meal but knew the spices and flavors she would create. The cookbooks were a good reference, but she felt the meal and her spices were always perfect, but tonight, nothing would be left to chance.

She surveyed the kitchen, cleaned up what could be cleaned. Now she needed to start on herself. She walked out to the living room and stood before Daddy, until she had his full attention. He put aside his table and looked into her eyes.

"Daddy, lap please?" she asked. She needed her safe place to talk to Daddy right now.

"Of course," He said and opened his arms.

She crawled into his lap, felt his arms around her and kissed his cheek once. Then took a moment to relax and feel the peace this gave her. "Daddy?"

"Yes, Mine," His hands moved over her skin, distracting her for a moment.

"I need you not to go in the kitchen. Please? It will ruin my surprise for you!" she didn't like asking for things, but Daddy had shown her it was fine to ask.

"I won't, Mine." He lifted her chin and kissed her nose. "I won't tease you about it either. I promise."

When Daddy promised, it was done. She heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Daddy!" she cried and moved to straddle him, kissing him hard and eager. She could feel him grow under her. "Daddy?" she asked, her hips rolling.

There was the devilish grin she loved. Nothing was ever straight forward when it came to Daddy. He easily lifted her and set her sideways on his lap. His hands were so strong. He tucked her under his chin, where she fit perfectly.

She was content to sit there, not moving and just be. But Daddy touched her, his fingers rough and warm in her thigh. He lifted the apron, his fingers moving over her, barely touching her, making her strain towards his fingers. He knew how to control her body. She felt the purr as she opened her legs.

She watched his fingers, much lighter against her dark skin. The fingers moved along her inner thighs. She bit back the growl. Some days, Daddy was hard and used her until she almost forgot who she was. Other times, he was so gentle. She needed both and trusted Daddy to know which she needed. But today, she was on edge! She ached to be spanked, used hard. The evening was all she could think about and was already filled with frustration and ache

His fingers moved along her slit. She could see her wetness on his fingers already. Could feel those fingers so close to her ache.

"Are you allowed to cum?" He asked, drawing her back to the present.

"No, Daddy. You have to give me permission to cum. Can I cum?"

The fingers opened her lips, the warm air on her clit. She gasped as she felt Him touch her. The sensations filled her core. Her hips rolled without a conscious thought.

"No, you may not cum, little one."

She tried to hold back the soft growl, but is came out as a moan. His fingers teased her. Pinching her swollen clit. Then she felt him tug on the piercing in her hood. "fucccccckkkk" escaped from her lips before she could stifle it. Her arms went around His neck, holding him tighter. It was the anticipation, the planning, knowing it was so close. She fought back the sudden orgasm.

"That's my girl," He said, but didn't stop.

The pinch on her clit sent thrills of pain through her. "Please?" she moaned. But Daddy didn't stop. He knew where to touch her. Where to make her ache and beg. "Please, Daddy!" she couldn't stop her hips as the warmth inside her grew. She could feel the spasms on the edge.

"No, little one," His voice was firmer. His left arm around her while his right hand played her. Then his fingers opened her, sliding into her easily, her thighs soaked from her wetness. She tensed, so close to the edge now.

"Please!" she was aroused even more to be begging to cum. "DADDY!"

"No," His voice was still firm.

She tried not to squeeze her legs together to pull his fingers further into her. She felt herself slipping past words as the sensations grew inside her.

"Daddy! I can't stop!" She cried.

His fingers stopped moving inside her, the sensations slowly ebbing. But she kept her legs squeezed tight.

He rocked her as she slowly gathered herself. "Thank you Daddy," she whispered. She wanted the release, but Daddy knew the buildup would be so much more rewarding tonight.

"I will stay out of the kitchen, little one," he whispered in her ear. "Go bathe, Mine."

"Can I stay here all day? she asked with a playing tone.

"You can, but you won't get spanked tonight if you do."

That was all she needed to hear. She gave Daddy a quick, deep kiss then ran up to her room.

Daddy gave her this room when she first visited. It was her place. She'd never slept in it, but she knew where everything was. The second drawer of the dresser held different colored teddies. Daddy had picked them out and they were all see through. The closet was full of dresses she'd worn when Daddy took her out. Her makeup was on her dressing table. She took a moment to check and everything was ready.

As she ran the bath, she wondered a little at Daddy's text. She always kept herself bare for Daddy. Even after a sense of familiarity set in, she took care to make sure Daddy only felt smooth skin. No, he wasn't telling her she'd gotten sloppy. He was telling her that tonight, she was an object. And he was going to inspect her body very carefully. Her stomach felt that familiar tightness. An object. Her nipples responded, pulling against the bars piercing them.

She smiled and knew Daddy would not be displeased with her tonight! The bath was burning and felt so good as she slid in. For a few moments, she let herself relax.

Daddy was inviting people over tonight to show her off. Tonight, she was an object that reflected on Daddy. She'd been treated like an object before, but this felt so much more powerful. She knew she'd be safe. Daddy promised he wouldn't leave her alone. But her thoughts kept going to being an object. Would Daddy really treat her as an object only? Her stomach hurt at the thought he would. It wasn't pain or worry. It was the knot that Daddy knew in her core. He knew how to make it ache until she lost control.

Just when the heat had penetrated into her skin and joints, she heard the doorbell. Daddy didn't say anything about guests this early! Did she lose track of time? Did Daddy forget! The doorbell rang again! She hurried and used the soft towel to dry off. As she hopped out of her bathroom, still drying her feet, she almost fell over. Should she dress? It was a stranger at the door! But Daddy said no clothes in the house!

Daddy was firm on rules and she would obey. She dropped the towel on the floor of her room and started out the door, then caught herself. Daddy didn't like stuff on the floor. She raced back and hung up the towel.

Then hurried down the stairs. Daddy was still sitting in his chair, reading his tablet and sipping coffee. "I'm sorry, Daddy! I was in the bath!" she said, slowing enough to round the corner to the front door.

"Up here, little one," He called.

She froze between steps. Part of her still dissected the tone and the words. Was He mad? Did she ruin the night? "Daddy?" she said meekly.

"Living room, Mine," He said

He didn't sound mad... He sounded... smug? Oh lord, that was never a good sign. When Daddy was smug, he pushed her limits. Her stomach tightened more. Oh, she loved Daddy when he was smug, but she never knew what deviousness He'd cook up!

She took a deep breath, then stepped into the living room. FUCK! There was a stranger there, and she was naked!

"Good you're dressed properly," he said after glancing at her.

Properly? Naked? Properly for what? Was Daddy going to share her now? She couldn't deny the knot growing tighter in her tummy. But it didn't feel right. Daddy ALWAYS prepared her! She kept her eyes down and snuck a peek at the stranger. She was setting up a padded table. There were towels and sheets also.

"Daddy... What...?"

Daddy got up and walked over to her and kissed her forehead. Suddenly she felt safe and secure as she melted into His arms.

She watched as He moved the table so he would have a good view. As she watched, the stranger opened her kit and took out waxing strips.

"Daddy?"

"Complete wax, little one," He answered. "And mani/pedi. Did you plan enough time for this?"

Panic struck her! Did she? She ran over the timing in her head. Food was good. A little more prep and it was done. Dining table needed to be set. Floors vacuumed. Everything was picked up. Yes, she had enough time.

"Yes, Daddy. I think there is enough time." she looked at Daddy and knew he saw the eagerness in her eyes.

Daddy spoke to the stranger. "Complete wax. No hair below the neck. Nothing," He repeated. "French nails. I want the tips in your purest white."

The stranger nodded and finish setting up.

Daddy returned to his chair, reading his tablet.

"Daddy..." she whispered.

"Yes?" He asked, putting his tablet down.

"I can do this in my room," she started. Sometimes, embarrassment snuck up on her. Even after all the things Daddy had done with her. Right now, she blushed furiously at the thought of Daddy watching her being waxed.

"you could," He answered. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I know, Daddy. I don't want to disturb you!" But His smile told her she was not going to get her way.

"I want to watch, Mine. YOU know how confusing all that women stuff is," Now his eyes sparkled and she knew it was another of his devious plans.

"Daddy! You KNOW how I work," she put her hands on her hips giving him a sigh of exasperation.

"We should probably video this. Future generations will need to know how the wild little ones shed their winter coat," His voice was so calm and neutral.

"I am not an animal, Daddy!" she fired back, not offended but wanting to play Daddy's game.

His eyes held her tight. "you are my pet." he announced and her knees almost buckled from the tightness in her tummy.

"I am," she agreed.

Her stomach was still tied in knots about the video comment. She WANTED to please him and ached to. But she couldn't get past the experience years before. Now that she knew what a Daddy was supposed to, she felt bad that she still held that part back from Daddy.