Daddy’s Got You – Part 3: The Reward

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Morning light was just beginning to spill through the curtains, casting soft golden stripes across the sheets — and across you.

You were still curled in the exact spot I’d left you: tucked against me, your breathing slow, steady, trusting. Even asleep, your body leaned into mine like it remembered the rules. Like it knew who it belonged to.

I let myself watch you for a moment. Your skin still warm from the night before, your pulse calm under my fingertips. The kind of peace that only comes after being thoroughly claimed — and completely safe.

You stirred when my fingers brushed along your arm. A soft sound escaped you — half a sigh, half a smile.

“Good morning, my perfect girl,” I whispered.

You blinked up at me, dazed and glowing. “Morning, Daddy…”

I kissed your forehead, slow and sure. “Last night… you gave me everything I asked for. Without hesitation. Without question.”

You nodded, eyes closing again as you pressed your face into my chest.

“And today,” I continued, voice low and steady, “you’re going to be rewarded for that. Every ache you feel, every bruise I kissed into your skin — all of it means something now. Because you earned it.”

You looked up at me then — eyes soft, shining. “What’s my reward?”

I smiled. “You’ll see.”

The bath was already drawn by the time I led you in — warm, fragrant, full of gentle foam that clung to your skin like silk. I helped you lower in, easing your body into the water, brushing your hair back as you relaxed into the heat.

You watched me the whole time, eyes wide, lips parted like you couldn’t quite believe this was part of your reward.

“Daddy… it’s perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” I said simply.

I took my time. Washed every inch of you like a ritual. Like worship. Fingers slow and deliberate, not to tease—but to care. To give. Your shoulders. Your thighs. That delicate curve of your spine. All mine to cherish, to honour.

You leaned into every touch, every word of praise, every soft instruction.

“Lift your chin, baby.”
“Turn around for me.”
“Good girl… just like that.”

And when you were clean and wrapped in my shirt, curled in my lap with your knees tucked under you, I whispered against your hair:

“You didn’t just follow my rules, princess. You thrived in them. And now I want to show you what it feels like to be completely adored.”

Your breath caught. “More?”

“Mmm.” I kissed the edge of your jaw. “More of everything.”

The rest of the morning was slow.

Not rushed, not wild—just steady, controlled, and filled with all the things you crave most: my voice guiding you, my praise melting into your skin, my presence wrapped around you like silk and steel.

Every touch I gave was a gift.

Every command I whispered was laced with warmth and meaning.

“Stay still for Daddy.”
“Let yourself feel it.”
“Look at me while I reward you.”

You responded like you always do—with that quiet surrender that says I trust you completely.

And when I pulled you into my arms, cradling you against my chest, I didn’t say anything for a long time. Just held you. Let you feel how deeply you were cared for. How completely you were seen.

You reached up, brushing your fingertips across my cheek, your voice no more than a whisper.

“I love how you look after me, Daddy.”

I pressed a kiss into your palm.

“That’s because you belong to me, princess. And I take care of what’s mine.”

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