Shiny, Pretty Things

When Daddy comes in, a smile already on his face, I am half asleep, having woken once and been tempted by the book beside my bed. My legs are wrapped in a sheet, half exposed, half tangled in soft toile. My cheek is pressed into the page of a book, I can feel my body twitch and my eyes flutter as the door opens.

He sits on the edge of the bed, placing down a box and pushing my hip just slightly to roll me over onto my back. I greet him with a face-contorting yawn and blinking as I feel his hand squeeze my flesh softly.

"Morning, Daddy."

"Morning, Princess. Good book?"

I nod, allowing my eyes to adjust and pushing it aside. (It was, actually, a very good book.) I lay back on my pillows, hands under my head.

"I have something for you." He says. I smile as I rub my eyes and yawn again.

"Yeah?" He looks more excited than usual, and I can only imagine what awaits me.

"Let's get you dressed for the day."

I nod, laying completely prone as his hands reach to the top of the one thing that I'm wearing - soft sheer panties. They are delicate, cream colored with the smallest of pink bows at the front. And while I would shy from such a delicate word, in this morning light with my Daddy's large hands so delicately looping under the hem, they are barely a scrap of gossamer tht he is pulling down until I am bared and naked.

His hands run back up my legs. I know the order. Stockings are already sitting beside the bed and he takes one, softly maneuvering it to put on one leg. I bend my right leg at the knee, lifting my foot until it strokes Daddy's arm. I can see his stomach pinch a little under his shirt as he breath catches just slightly. My pussy is opening as I run my calf over the skin of his arm, slowing when I reach the ankle, letting that little nub flick over the soft arc of his bicep.

Finally I turn my leg slightly, opening a bit more as I retoate my knee, and my leg along with it. While my cunt is exposed, it's growing wetness beginning to sparkle, this is not what my Daddy is feeling or noticing. It is the top of my foot as it runs over his skin, softly, stroking his arm down to the painted toes, and then back up, stroking him.

I run my leg back down before he takes the foot in his hand, biting the ankle, letting his teeth graze. I feel a shiver and giggle, catching his eyes with mine. This is one of those moments. This is one of those moments where the names and nicknames and everything falls away for a split second. My eyes soften, and the corners of my lips fall out of a giggling and into a relaxed satisfaction, and my breath escapes me.

I close my eyes and smile, and I feel him kiss the side of my foot again before taking it and sliding one stocking all the way up my leg. The backs of his fingers run on opposite sides of my calf and inner thigh before the slightest tug. There are  goosebumps on my thighs which I know he feels.The other stocking slides, his hands stroking my legs up and down.

Finally he reaches for the box and I can't help but wiggle with glee. I know already the shape and size, and before the lid comes off, I am excited. The lid is placed on the nightstand and inside are the shiniest pair of red, high-heeled Mary Janes that I have ever seen. I gasp, giddy and wiggling and I see his eyes brighten.

"Daddy!"

"Yes, baby?"

"I love!" I sit up, stroking the stockings back up into place. I lean forward, kissing his shoulder, softly, turning my head to let the tip of my nose run over his arm softly as I begin to whisper. "Put them on me, Daddy?"

He nods, pulling one shoe out from its nestling of paper with a welcome crinkle. He takes my stockinged foot into his lap and I cannot help but curling it to just touch the growing erection in his pants. He doesn't hide it from me, letting me touch it softly as his fingers unbuckle. I can sense the slightest tremor and I swell, along with my clit, knowing what is happening.

I run my toes over him again before he takes my foot and slide it into the shoe, buckling it. He holds my leg, squeezing the calf and ankle and letting his fingers run over the shiny, cheery red patent leather. His fingers linger and stick over the shoe, running his fingers over the lip where it meets my skin. After a long minute I pull it back, shifting and placing my other foot into his lap.

"The left one, Daddy." My voice is just above a whisper, but there is no question mark in my tone. It is just a statement. I would never say a command, but simply a directive for what is next.

He takes my foot and slides it into the other shoe, stroking the arch, the heel. I lift it softly to his arm, up to his face.

"Kiss it, Daddy." I hear his voice catch and I know he is fighting a wider smile. I know. And he knows. And he knows that I know. "Daddy, kiss it."

He leans forward, placing his lips on the buckle, the metal kissing him back coldly. I do not move my leg. "Again, Daddy." He laughs again, hesitating, not because he doesn't want to but because he does. I can see him getting harder.

I lean back on my elbows, still only in the stockings and shoes. His hesitation will be short lived. It will always be unspoken that a good babygirl always has her Daddy wrapped around her red-painted finger, and though sometimes there is the charade, the farce of begging and want, even Humbert knew that while he drove, Lo could always take the wheel.

"Kiss it again, Daddy." My voice is chalk, just above a whisper but with intention where the ephemeral could be. He leans in and kisses it again, this time on the cheery red. I can feel my pussy starting to soak. I strok his face softly with the shoe, letting him kiss it again.

"Kiss the heel, Daddy." My other foot comes up to sit against his lap, the clean edge of the tan sole now stroking up and down over the bulge straining in his pants. His lips find the heel, and I see the tip of his tongue running over over it as he still holds my ankle in his large, controlled hands. If he wished, those controlled hands could easily grab both legs and push them back and he could fuck me until I was in tears right now. He could easily slap me across the face for this and I would not begrudge him that. But that is not the balance, and the balance is delicate.

"Daddy, am I your Princess?" I watch him enjoy the feeling of the patent leather. I can see him reveling in the shape, the stroking of skin against thick, new, unforgiving leather.

"Yes, honey. You're my Princess." His voice is here but gone as he strokes and kisses. I continue to flick over his cock. I want it hard. I want it aching. I want it to strain and throb.

I watch as his tongue strokes the heel, I feel him push against my other foot. He squeezes the patent leather and I groan softly. "Then show me, Daddy. Kiss me here."

I shift back and open my legs, pulling my knees back. He places a hand on the top of each foot and pushes them back a little more, opening me up a little more as he leans down and begins to lick my clit. I tremble, pushing my hips up into his mouth. When I react, he pushes harder into my pussy, taking my swollen clit into his mouth. I writhe and gasp against him. I will cum in his mouth, I will feel my cunt drip, juices running down my ass. I will scream and whimper and gasp and collapse under his tongue and mouth. I will arch off the bed and cum for him until I cannot breathe.

And during all of this, his hands will never leave the top of either shoe.