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I inhale deeply, the smell making me hungry. I get up and have a quick shower before I pad out to the kitchen. My whole body is still spent and free of tension from my release last night.

To my pleasurable surprise, I find Sydney in the kitchen. She’s so tempting, fumbling around, trying to find whatever it is she’s looking for. I want to bend her over the table and fuck the shit out of her, but what else is new? From the day I first met her, I wanted to take her with her daddy watching.

I’m watching her right now, silently fantasizing about places to fuck her while I spank that ass until it hurts. Sitting down causes my own ass to hurt and it goes straight to my cock when I remember her overzealous grabbing of it last night. She was a goddamn tigress and a horny one at that. She turns around only to see me watching her.

“How long have you been…” she starts, putting the container of orange juice down on the counter, but I raise an eyebrow at her bold demeanor causing her to clear her throat dramatically as she remembers herself. “Good morning, sir,” she says instead.

“Yes, it is. Hungry, I see.”

“Starving.”

“You could have called Brianna in to fix you something.”

“I wanted to do it,” she says as she pours some of the orange juice, offering it to me. “I like to keep busy when I’m nervous.”

“Nervous, why?”

I need to know what’s troubling her, so I can fix it. The last thing I want is something else stressing her out, and that’s for purely selfish reasons, of course. It fucks up the playroom sessions, having her crying all the damn time.

“I just want to do well in school.”

“Ah, is that all? You’ll be amazing. You were made for college.”

“Thank you, sir,” she says, smiling.

She chatters on nervously about her classes as she prepares our breakfast and by the time she serves us, her nerves break way to excitement. She sets a plate of mouthwatering pancakes and what I realize now is vegan bacon in front of me. I want to tease her and make a big deal about the bacon the way she did with the oysters, but I refrain. I wait until she sits down before I dive in.

“This is excellent,” I tell her after the first bite.

“Thank you, sir,” she says again.

She moans when she takes the first bite of her food and my cock twitches at how much she’s enjoying it. I want to stick him so far down her throat she chokes. I wipe the syrup from the corner of her mouth then suck it off my thumb.

“Almost as sweet as you,” I tell her. I take her hand and suck syrup off her fingers, paying extra attention to her nails. “Just in case you want to use these on me later.”

Okay, this is a new side to him. He’s not quite sexually sated, but he’s nowhere close to looking for reasons to punish me either. I watch him in awe. The moment I think I have him figured out, he goes and reveals another part of himself. Thankfully, they’re parts that I like.

“I have a present for you,” he announces after we’re done eating.

I clear the plates away while he disappears into his office and comes back with a gift bag. When I realize he literally means a present and it isn’t a reference to some form of kinky sex, I get excited. With his permission, I take the bag and open it, praying that it’s not another collar or some weird matching handcuffs.

It’s a backpack! I take it out of the bag and hold it up.

“Thank you, sir,” I tell him, trying not to grin like an idiot, but the coolness on my teeth lets me know I am failing. It’s perfect. I love all the small compartments that are just right to hold all the junk I like to carry. It’s so much like me that I wonder if Brianna picked this out for him, but knowing how meticulous he is about things, I doubt it. “It’s a wonderful gift.”

“That’s not your gift.”

“It’s not?”

My shoulders fall. I hope this isn’t some prelude to a fuck fest. I’m not opposed to it, but I don’t want to go to school smelling like sex the first day. Even after I shower, I still know I just had it and I can still smell it on me somehow.

“That’s just to hold your keys. Your gift is outside.” I glance over at where the front door would be if the kitchen wall weren’t in the way. “What are you waiting for?”

“Oh,” I say, getting up.

He walks with me through the kitchen into the foyer. I comb my messy hair with my fingers while trying to make sure my pajamas are on straight.

“Stop fixing yourself already,” he tells me when we step outside. “Or I’ll fuck you against the wall and you’ll be late for your first class.”

No. He wouldn’t do that out here where anyone can see, would he? Of course, he would. I immediately stop and he chuckles at me. I want to roll my eyes at him, but I’d better not press my luck.

“Oh, my God,” I say when he nods to the car parked in the drive.

I rush down the steps with him slowly following behind me like a brand-new car isn’t sitting there for us to check out. It’s a white, two-door, convertible Benz with black interior. It’s just what I always wanted. I begged Daddy for it. He was finally going to get it for my birthday, but that didn’t go as planned. Now the person who insists I call him Daddy when he fucks me is standing here dangling the keys of one in front of me. How funny is that?

“You’re letting me borrow it, sir?”

“It’s your gift, meaning it’s for you to keep. Consider it a late birthday present.”

“I can’t

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