Page 46 of His Lucky Babygirl

“Yes, Daddy?” Melody’s eyes widened. “You have a surprise for me?” she asked, not sure she heard him correctly.

“I do. Hop up so we can get going.” Mel crawled from his lap, straightening her dress.

“Is this that secret project you’ve been working on?” she teased.

“And what if it is?”

“I-uh just didn’t know it was for me.” Mel played with the hem of her dress.

“Well, I guess you need to get that cute little ass of yours in my truck so you can find out.” Wes popped her behind as she walked past him. She jumped with a queal but smiled over her shoulder.

Nervous anticipation raced through him at the thought of her seeing his newest piece. He couldn’t wait to get her home to wring out every ounce of pleasure she had left in her.

Mel hopped into his truck as Wes brought his newest creation from the workroom, placing it in the back of his truck. He made sure the tarp was fastened down so she wouldn’t see it before he was ready.

He jumped into the truck and pulled his keys from his pocket. He leaned over Melody assuring she was buckled in properly. Before he cranked the engine, the sight of white lace filled his peripheral.

“Melody Marie…” he trailed off with a chuckle. “You’re going to pay for that when we get home, buttercup.” With that he threw the truck into drive, smiling to himself with what she had in store.

Melody followed his explicit instructions on the drive to the house. He made her sit with her hands folded in her lap as she sat bare-assed in the seat.

Her exposure was her own doing. Boldened by her need and the wild confidence that being under his dominance brought, she had hung her panties from the rearview mirror knowing it would rile him up.

Wes grabbed her leg and pulled her thighs apart, gripping and holding her firm. She knew she was forbidden to touch herself.

He had taken care of that himself.

The whole ride he kept his hand firmly over her, his finger slipping ever so lightly over her clit.

“Daddy,” she whined, grinding against his hand.

“Hush, we’ll be home soon.”

Wes’ hand smacked her open pussy, and she stilled. She curled her toes in her shoes and hoped they hit every green light to the house.

Wes pulled into the garage and came to her door. Pulling her down from her seat, he pressed her against the truck and he forced her to lick his fingers clean.

Melody moaned, eyes locked on his in a lust drunk haze.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth and grabbed her under the chin. “Upstairs, shoes off and sit on the edge of the bed. Don’t make me tell you twice, little girl.”

She scurried up the stairs, leaving her shoes at the garage door, and headed to his room.

Pulling the door open, the bed was neatly made, a bottle of water on both nightstands. Melody sat at the foot of the bed, sinking her toes into the carpet and waiting for him. She anxiously smoothed her dress, fixing the hem.

Wes entered the room a few moments later. A mystery object tucked under his arm, covered partially in a sheet, setting it down in the corner of the room.

Melody watched as he moved around the room. He made two more trips before pulling the cover from his first item.

Her brow wrinkled, studying the A-framed bench. The first piece he unpacked gliders, setting the bench on top. He checked their movement with a gentle nudge.

Melody watched as it glided smoothly over the base.

Wes adjusted the side panels at the right height for her legs to rest. Two pairs of leather cuffs and a tube of lube.

The next bag he pulled out several more perverse items. A rectangular pad with two snapping straps and a wrapped package that she couldn’t make out.

Wes walked over to Melody and brushed her hair from her face. “Such a good girl.” He kissed her forehead and handed her a freshly opened bottle of water. He returned to his construction of deviousness.

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