Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Lily shot me an arch look from under her lashes.
“Does being dressed like a princess include lacy panties that reveal more than they conceal?”
I growled while shooting her a dark smile.
“Absolutely, honey. Maybe I should clarify because I like my women dressed as slutty princesses.”
She let out a soft giggle before slapping me playfully on the arm.
“Oh you! So incorrigible! But what should I do with the panties? Just toss them out? It seems so wasteful, seeing that I wore them for a total of maybe twenty minutes. Should I try to repair them, you think? Or maybe Mrs. Jones could mend them? I hate to put her up to it though because her eyesight’s going, and handling a needle will be tough.”
Lily was referring to our housekeeper, who’s been with me longer than I remember. Mrs. Jones does a lot around the mansion, including managing the rest of the staff. I’m sure my housekeeper would find someone on my payroll to pull out a sewing kit, instead of actually threading a needle herself. But my stepdaughter has such a soft heart, and I cherish Lily for it. Pretending to think, I shook my head, considering the torn fabric for a moment. The panties were in a sad state, and nothing more than a lace rag by that point, with some beads and pearls dangling by a thread.
“No, give them here, baby. You know how much I love smelling the gusset of your thongs sometimes. Your fragrant pussy scent stays on the material and it’s exactly what I need to get me through a boring meeting.”
“Oh my god!” Lily squealed, her cheeks going pink. “Don’t tell me you’re sniffing my panties during a meeting at work!”
I growl, blue eyes dancing.
“Maybe not in person,” I concede with a smirk. “But these days, a lot of meetings are done over Zoom. I’ll just turn off my camera and take a hit off the cloth, or I’ll lean out of the viewfinder and sniff deep of your pussy scent. Is that wrong?” I ask devilishly, reaching up to cup a luscious breast. “You know I can’t get enough of your swollen vag. I’m basically a junkie who’s addicted to your gorgeous curves.”
The beautiful teen flushed.
“It’s dirty and wrong,” she whispered, but I could tell that Lily was titillated by my filthy confession. “That’s what I love about you, Lionel,” she added in a throaty tone while reaching forward to take my shafts in her hands, gently stroking up and down the turgid flesh. “You’re always so naughty, Daddy, and I love it.”
“I know you do,” I growled before ducking my head down to suckle at a giant breast. “I’ll never get enough of you, baby girl.”
My words are true too. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of the saucy brat, although I genuinely believe that Lily needs time to spread her wings and see the world before I lock her down for good. After all, I’m not into the Stepford Wife act. I don’t want a woman to be stuck at home, unhappy and barefoot, wondering about what she missed in life. Instead, I want Lily to see what the world has to offer before I lock her down for good, filling her tummy with my babies. When that happens, all bets will be off. Lily will be over-the-top busy as she’ll be continuously pregnant, with dozens of children underfoot. Frankly, I can’t wait for that time to come.
But before it happens, I’m helping Lily see the world, and the bowling party tonight is the first step in terms of spreading her wings and savoring new experiences. Coming to the Secret Garden will ensure that the brat’s dressed appropriately for tonight’s event, although of course, the lace will hit the floor within twenty minutes, I’m sure.
But it’s fine. The saleslady smiles prettily as she turns to lead me to the back of the boutique.
“This way, Mr. Kenneally,” she says in a throaty tone. “Follow me, please.”
I watch as her hips sway. Maxine is attractive, but not exactly my type. She’s likely in her late 20’s, but her features are faintly frozen, like she’s had a few too many ampules of Botox. Plus, her hair is styled in a stiff bun that looks like it’s been hair-sprayed within an inch of its life. Why do women do that? I much prefer Lily’s curls, which are lush and loose as they ripple like silk between my fingers. But the salesgirl’s hairstyles aren’t my business. She leads me into a semi-private room where I take a seat on an overstuffed couch, and then blinks invitingly.
“What would you like to see, Mr. Kenneally?” she purrs, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Sexy lingerie, just like last time? A DD bra and size medium panties, right?”
I think for a moment. Again, Maxine is attractive enough, with a curvy body and eager smile. She’s wearing a prim blouse tucked into a knee-length skirt, and she’s got high heels on, which is odd seeing that she likely has to be on her feet all day.