Page 40 of Tattoos and Tiaras
“Cullen, I honestly don't mind that you bought the lasagna. I love that you’ve done all this for me.” I look around the room,the lights are lowered, and the room is spotless. I even noticed a cushion on the floor by the table.
“Daddy, may I take your coat?” Cullen waited for my nod, then took my coat from me and hung it on the coat rack by the door. “If you go in and sit, Sir, I will bring a drink out to you.”
“Only a small glass of wine Princess, Daddy wants to be in full control tonight.” I handed him the bottle of wine and took a seat watching Cullen through the doorway. I could hear him softly humming.
Cullen came back into the room holding a glass of white wine for me, he sank to his knees gracefully and held the glass out to me.
“Perfect, darling.” The wine was crisp and refreshing. I savoured the taste before setting my glass down on the side table. Cullen had already set out a coaster and was sitting quietly by my side.
“Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight, Cullen?” I ran my fingers down the side of Cullen's face; his beard was soft to the touch.
Cullen tipped his face and smiled. “Umm I'm not sure Daddy, maybe you need to tell me again just to be sure I heard you right.”
Cupping his face, I leaned forward until our noses brushed. “You are beautiful and oh so desirable, Princess, and I intend on worshipping every inch of your body tonight.”
Cullen's breath stuttered, and his throat turned a lovely shade of pink. “I have a gift for you to wear tonight.” I pulled the parcel from alongside of me and passed it to Cullen.
“What is it?” Cullen asked, lifting the parcel.
“Why don't you open it and see?” I think I was nearly as excited as Cullen. I wanted to see what he thought of the skirt.
“Okay.” Cullen's fingers worked quickly undoing the ribbon that wrapped the tissue paper wrapping and let out a startledgasp when the skirt spilled out onto his lap, followed by the camisole and several pairs of lace panties.
“Daddy this is too much.” Cullen lifted the skirt and stared at it in wonder.
“Princess, nothing is going to be too much for you. Do you like it?” I took another sip of my wine to try to hide my nervousness. “I thought the blue would look lovely on you.”
“Daddy, I love it.” Cullen dropped the package and threw himself into my arms. “I love it. I love that you don't make me feel ashamed or bad about the things I love.”
“After dinner, I want you to put these on.” I held up the skirt and panties. “I want to feel this skirt around me while I'm eating you out.”
“Jesus, Daddy, you can't say things like that and expect me to keep my mind on serving dinner.” Cullen chuckled softly.
“You will, Princess, because you want to please me.” I laid the skirt aside, then pulled Cullen into my lap. “Kiss me, boy.”
Chapter Sixteen
Daddy's arms wound around my waist, pulling me against him. I could feel the hard outline of his cock as I ground down on his lap. I was losing myself kissing him, Perry's lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly of the strawberry lip gloss I knew he loved.
What started as a soft kiss soon grew in intensity. One of his hands snaked up my body to finally come to rest cradling my jaw. He guided my head as he deepened the kiss, totally in control. I pressed against him, my hands finding his shoulders, then his hair. Perry kissed like he did everything in life, with his whole heart, and I found I responded like for like.
I moaned when Perry's tongue brushed against mine. I wanted to spend the rest of my life just kissing him but then I would miss out on all the other new experiences I wanted to have with him.
Gasping for breath, I pulled away and looked at him. His hair, which had been up in a neat bun when he arrived, was now all messed up from my fingers, his lips were red and swollen from our kiss. His light blue eyes danced with life, and it thawedsomething in my chest that had been locked tight since I'd lost Ethan.
I could fall in love with this man.
Before I could say something stupid like declaring my heart and soul to him, I moved away, giving the pretence of needing to check on the lasagna and freshening up Daddy's drink. The lasagna still had another ten minutes to go by my timer, so I put the garlic bread in and got the salad out of the fridge. I swore, when I went to the markets today and brought the fresh vegetables for the salad, Mrs Quint who ran the shop, nearly fainted. And to be fair, my normal purchase when I came in were potatoes to make mashed potato to go with my Sunday snags and the occasional purchase of apples that ended up going wrinkly in the basket.
I had a jar of olives and some feta and the instructions for the Greek salad seemed simple enough. At least I could make one thing from scratch for Daddy tonight. My thoughts were broken when Daddy's arms slipped around my waist.
“You want to tell me why you ran off? Was it something I said?” Daddy joked but concern laced his tone.
“You've been perfect. I just needed to check on dinner, I promise.” As the words came out, Daddy spun me around and looked at me with an intense gaze before shaking his head.
“You need to learn to lie better, Princess. Now tell me the truth.” Daddy smiled softly.
“You've not done anything wrong, I promise you. I just realised something, and it kind of overwhelmed me.” I reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of Daddy's eyes. “I never told you what destroyed my relationship with my parents, did I?”
