I don’t know when I became so bold, but that day I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. Daddy had come home tired from work and had fallen asleep on the couch, with that huge, warm body that always made me feel… things. His boxers barely covered him, and he looked so relaxed, so irresistible, that I got closer without thinking.
My hands were trembling as I crouched in front of him. I just wanted a little peek, maybe a quick touch, I couldn’t resist any longer. I started pulling down the fabric very carefully, trying not to wake him… but then, I heard his deep, rough voice right above me:
—“What are you doing, pup?”
I froze, but when I looked up, I saw that smirk on his face. He knew exactly what I had been doing. He slowly sat up and grabbed me by the waist, firmly, giving me no chance to escape.
—“Now I’m going to have to punish you,” he whispered in my ear.
Before I realized it, I was already trapped in his arms, pressed against his chest like I belonged to him. I could feel his heavy breathing, his warmth, his strength… and I could do nothing but stay there, biting my lip, knowing that night was going to be a long one.