It was because he claimed bows brought out her innocence. Which he swore, promised, was buried beneath her incessant brattiness.
“What do these bring out, Daddy?” she asked.
He looked over her shoulder, shook his head at the holes, and reached down. “My cock. Now open your mouth.”
I like being dressed by someone else, especially when they’ve picked out the clothing. It’s the right balance of all the good stuff. It’s a gentle kind of control.
This kind of thing makes me all melty…I love bdsm-inspired adorableness.
Yep, this is a scene from my daydreams.
It’s kind of like that. Need.
This is probably one of my favorite moments of the entirety of the show’s run. Not because of the blindfold and all the other kinky stuff they engaged in. It’s more of how sweet their secrecy was and how playful they were in a fairly precarious situation.
