Daddy’s Little Pet

ROBERT

“How about this gown?” Renee asked.

I looked up from my phone, my eyes widening as I took in the stunning vision before me.

“Wow!” The word escaped my lips before I could stop myself, and Renee’s self-satisfied grin, which had been slowly forming, grew more prominent.

The black sequined dress she wore was almost flawless. Extremely beautiful-as stunning as she was-with every line and curve revealing her long legs and full breasts.

The material clung to her body perfectly, creating an enticing appearance that radiated allure, sexiness, and bare seduction.

“I can see you like this dress, Mr. Clarke. Are we taking it?” The nearby attendant asked, her eyebrows quirking as she waited for a response.

“Absolutely. I think it’s beautiful and….” I trailed off, staring at Renee again, this time at her thighs. “Is there a slit anywhere?”

“Do you mean showing off some sexy skin? There is, indeed. Do you like it?” Renee teased, twirling and widening her legs slightly, allowing me to see the dress slit more clearly than before.

How could I have missed it? I pondered, setting aside the question for the time being.

“Robert?!” Renee called out, “You’re not saying anything.”

“We’re not taking this dress. I’m sorry, but you need to change your clothes.” I deadpanned, my gaze transfixed as my eyes darted down her thighs, watching her smooth legs move beneath the dress.

“Wait a minute, what? You just said the dress is perfect, and now you’re changing your mind so quickly.” Renee frowned. “Why?”

“Just because I said it looked good doesn’t mean you get to wear it, love. There has to be another dress without such a wide-open thigh slit.” I said slowly, trying to explain my reasoning as I went on, “Something that won’t reveal too much of my property.”

“Huh?”

“Yes, Renee. I don’t want anyone to see what belongs to me. Change it.” My tone was monotonous as I deadpanned.

“But this is the fifth dress I’ve tried on this evening. And each one I changed looked better than the one before. This is the best dress of all!” Her lips curled up in an angry pout as she argued.

“Yes, it’s ideal, I agree. It’s beautiful and fits you perfectly, but I won’t let you wear it. It’s far too open. Look at your cleavage…” I trailed off as my gaze landed on her breasts. “It’s also a bit open. So, no, Renee. We’re not taking this gown.”

“Robert, for goodness’s sake!” She exclaimed, her voice slightly rising.

With a sigh, I gave her my best fake apologetic smile and intoned, “I’m sorry, baby girl, but choose another. Please…”

Seconds passed with no response from her. She stood in silence for minutes, her face pensive, her shoulders slightly dropped in frustration, before reluctantly nodding her head.

“Okay, Robert. I’ll make the necessary changes.”

“That’s my woman.”

“But…” She began, her eyes narrowing, “The next dress I pick is what I’m wearing to that masked party, and I don’t care what you say about it.”

“Deal. Now go change.”

She huffed quietly and walked away, muttering under her breath, while the attendant, who’d been watching our interaction silently, closely followed her.

I smirked. Call me selfish, but I relished the times when I could exert some control over our relationship.

There was no way I’d let her walk into a room, looking like the sexy seductress she was, and be met with looks of utter lust from any man who glanced her way.

I wouldn’t think twice about punching any motherfucker who decided to…

“Alright. What do you think about this? There’s no thigh slit. My bust is appropriately covered, albeit slightly tight, but it’s lovely. I must say, this is the most beautiful dress I’ve worn tonight, and it completely covers my…”

“We’re going to take it.” I quickly cut her off, and her cheeks flushed bright red as she stared at me.

However, I quickly cut my gaze off hers, and my eyes trailed over the outfit once more.

It was a simple green cocktail dress that clung to her curves and flared at her knees.

Even though the dress was modest and covered almost every inch of her skin, it captured her feminine essence. It accentuated her softness while concealing her natural voluptuousness.

She’d look stunning with makeup and an expensive-as-fuck necklace adorning her creamy throat, and I couldn’t wait.

“You look stunning, baby girl. This suits you well and doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” I said after a brief pause, “I like it.”

“I like it as well…”

“All right, that’s settled. How much does the dress cost?” I asked, turning to face the attendant.

“Eight thousand dollars, sir.” She replied evenly, and I heard Renee gasp at the price of the dress.

I smirked.

I’d planned to buy an insanely exquisite and expensive gown, which is why I’d brought her to this store-one of Orlando’s most opulent boutiques-so I wasn’t surprised by the dress’s price.

I could afford whatever she desired, and my top priority was to treat Renee like royalty-like the queen she was-so her delightful surprise was a huge plus for me.

“Alright. Is there anything else that needs to be adjusted or fitted?” I asked.

“Not that I can see. The dress suits Miss Renee perfectly well.” The attendant said.

“All right, then. Pack the dress and any other garments she wants.”

“Will do, Mr. Clarke.” With that, the young lady bowed slightly, her hair falling over her shoulder as she left the dressing room.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

After a few seconds of staring at the attendant’s retreating figure, Renee turned her gaze to me.

“Robert! What did you do?!” She exclaimed.

“I bought you some dresses.”

“Some ridiculously expensive dresses, you mean?”

“Oh, Renee, come on. Nothing is too expensive when it comes to you. You should be aware of this by now.”

“I… I… I don’t even know what to say.” She stammered. “I… thank you, but… I know the dress is gorgeous, and I like them all, but they’re so expensive. This one’s eight thousand dollars, and just how much will the rest be? I… how do I ever pay you for all this?”

I listened to her ramble on and on without saying a word, and finally, when she was finished, I dimmed my eyes as I suddenly stood up from the soft couch I’d been sitting on.

“Well, well…” I drawled, taking a step toward her and winking at the same time, “You were talking about payment, and I know of a nice way you can repay this kind gesture, love.”

She blinked a few times, trying to read between the lines while moving backward, and I grinned wickedly.

“No, no!” She exclaimed with a giggle when it clicked and dashed into the innermost dressing room, adding, “Surely, you don’t mean sex?”

“Now, when you say it bluntly like that. Yes.” I said, following her.

“Wait, what?! This is a public dressing room and….”

“And you appear to have forgotten that I paid for a private session before you started looking at the dresses. So, we have the room to ourselves.”

“The attendant…”

“She’s gone. Now, shall we?” I asked, leaning forward and dragging her hand sharply as I drew her closer.

“Robert…” She whispered breathlessly as I began to kiss the corners of her neck. “We don’t have protection. You left the condom pack in the car, and I-”

“Fuck that, Renee. I need to fuck you, or else I’ll lose my mind. I’ll pull out and clean the mess. Don’t you worry.” I interrupted her, kissing the corner of her lips.

“Oh, Robert…” She moaned, her hands clutching my biceps for support. That was all the reaction I needed.

My erection ground against her stomach, and I growled. I picked her up as she whimpered lightly, forcing her legs to wrap around my waist automatically.

“Let’s get to work then, shall we?” I grinned.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes, please…”