My heart pounding, I tore through the wrapping paper and lifted the lid of the box.
"Daddy!" I shrieked. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" I stared across the living room at my daddy, in shock. "Seriously? But I thought... I thought you said they were too expensive?"
Daddy chuckled, no doubt pleased by my reaction. He loved to surprise me like this. Nearly forty-five, he still acted like a wild teenager sometimes, and his unpredictable behavior constantly kept me on my toes. "Well, Princess," he said, his eyes twinkling, "I guess I changed my mind." He crossed the room and sat down next to me on the love seat. "And you've worked so hard this year, what with cheerleading and softball and acing all of your classes... You deserve them."
He tricked me. That's what he did. I fingered the soft leather of the six hundred dollar pair of boots that Daddy bought me for my eighteenth birthday and shook my head. Last month when I'd asked him for the money for these and he'd said no - practically shouted that no teenage girl without a job deserved a pair of six hundred dollar shoes - I'd believe him. Even though my dad could afford the boots - he was a partner at a high powered law firm - he had his principles. And that meant that six hundred dollars was a ridiculous price to pay for something that could easily be bought at Target for twenty.
But Daddy also liked to play dirty - and as much as I loved him, admired and respected him, I never really knew if I could trust him.
Unable to wipe the giddy grin from my face, I reached over and threw my arms around his neck. "Thank-you-thank-you-thank-you!" I chanted into his chest. Taking a deep breath, I inhaled his masculine scent of Giorgio Armani cologne and cigars. It was how he always smelled - his usual spicy fragrance - and smelling it always gave me a warm feeling inside. Now, I felt that same warm feeling pool in my chest. That warm sensation of security and well-being that I only ever had around my daddy. I shivered pleasantly before reaching up and peppering his cheek with kisses. "You're the best" smooch "daddy" smooch "in the whole" smooch "world." I pulled away and smiled shyly. "I love you so much, daddy. You make me so happy." I clutched my birthday present to me tightly. "I just hope I make you happy, too."
He threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, Princess. You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that." He reached over and patted my knee. "And you do make Daddy happy, baby girl. You do."
******
Sexy. That's what they were.
Standing in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom, I couldn't take my eyes off of myself. I'm not usually vain - I mean, at 5'7 with a curvy figure and long blonde hair that falls straight to my waist, I'm pretty okay looking. But now, well... I was a knockout.
Except for my sexy new boots, I was naked. My tan - creamy and golden from hours spent in our backyard pool - was smooth, blemished only by three small white triangles - two over my breasts (which were now in D cups) and one teeny tiny one over my shaved-bare pussy. The soft black leather of the boots rode almost halfway up my thighs and felt deliciously sleek against my skin.
Preening in front of the mirror, I felt like a goddess. A sex kitten.
A slut.
Pouting my lips, I leaned forward and pushed my tits together with my right arm. In my left hand I held my cell phone, set to camera mode. I took a shaky breath. Just do it, I chided myself. Giving my mirror image my best come-hither stare, I snapped the photo. The light flashed briefly in the reflection, and then it was done.
My first naked picture.
I studied the image and smiled proudly. Travis, my boyfriend of three months and the one I was almost pretty much sure I was going to give my virginity to, would love this. It would, I decided, hold him over until I was completely ready to fuck him, anyway.
Just then, I noticed a flash in the mirror. A dark figure, shifting just out of my line of site. Oh, no, I prayed, turning slowly. Please, no. Please, please no.
I heard his roar before I saw him, standing just inside the door to my bedroom. "What the HELL?" Daddy's face was red; he was furious. I'd never seen him look so angry. He took another step into the room, closer to me. "What the FUCK are you doing?"
Cringing, I looked around desperately for something to cover up with. There I was, totally naked in front of my own father. Well, totally naked except for the six hundred dollar pair of boots he'd just bought me. "Da-daddy, I'm... I'm so-sorry!" I spluttered, yanking my bathrobe off the chair by my desk. Trembling, I tried to find the sleeves. Maybe it was because I was so scared, but try as I might I couldn't find the arm holes. My mind whirled, frantic. God! I was still naked! Naked, naked, naked!
Daddy strode toward me and ripped the robe so hard from my hands that it tore. The sound of the fabric pulling apart was like fingernails on a chalkboard. I scurried over toward my bed but, before I could reach it, Daddy grabbed me by the waist. "Oh, no you don't, you little slut!" he raged. "You goddamned little fucking slut!"
I was crying now. Fat tears sprang from my eyes, blurring my vision and staining my cheeks. His arms encircled me tighter, cutting into my stomach and sides. My breath hitched. "Daddy, daddy..." I gulped. "Please..."
Flinging me down on my bed, he towered over me. "Is this what you wanted those fucking boots for?" I tried to shrink away, but he grabbed my wrist and, in one fell swoop, sat down on the bed and pulled me over his lap. "To look like a slut? To take slutty pictures of yourself like some common street whore?"
