My hands shake sometimes when I’m getting ready. It’s adrenaline and I know it.

I pushed my fingers between my thighs and ran my fingertip over my clit. I was slick and wet already and I hadn’t even gotten dressed yet.

I pulled on my white tights slowly, watching my tan runner’s legs become white and opaque. I slipped my feet into little black patent leathers with straps. I stood and rummaged for the exact right dress to celebrate Daddy being home from work.

A gingham number with an apron seemed to be just what I was in the mood for, because a rush of wetness came out of me.

I sighed, wondering if I had time to get myself off before he got home. He didn’t know he was coming home to his Dolly, so he wouldn’t know I’d cheated just a little.

My phone tinkled that a text had come and I glanced at it.

“On his way already,” I said to the woman in the mirror who was slowly changing. “No time to play with yourself.”

I stepped into the dress and drew up the side zipper. The apron was sewn onto the dress to make dressing — and undressing — easier. The Peter Pan collar laid flat because I always ironed them before I put them away.

I couldn’t resist a fast touch. I hiked up my skirt and slipped my hand down into the crotch of my tights. I drove two fingers into my wet cunt and hooked them just so, triggering the tenderest place that gave me the sweetest pleasure.

I mashed my clit against my hand as I finger-fucked myself while imagining the sound of his keys in the door, his briefcase hitting the hardwood floor, his footsteps on the stairs, and then the pleasant rumble of his voice as he discovered me.

I slid my fingers in and out, in and out, until I hovered right there on the edge of coming. I pulled my fingers free and stroked my wetness over my clit. I was so close I gasped. I made myself stop.

I wiped my fingers on the hem of my dress and opened my makeup bag. A pale pink rouge stick, cherry red lipstick, mascara. Nothing more, nothing less. Just enough mascara to make my blue eyes bluer. Then I pressed the rouge against my cheeks, leaving two perfect pink circles. Next, a small heart painted with red lipstick at the center of my mouth.

I brushed my blonde hair out straight and smooth. Made sure my bangs were perfect. Then I tied a black velvet ribbon in my hair like a headband.

My heart pounded and my nipples were so hard I felt the tingle of excitement every time they brushed the cotton of my dress.

“Ready,” I said to the girl in the mirror.

Then I heard the key in the door and I moaned softly. My cunt beat a steady rhythm in time with my heart.

I popped open the music box on the dresser and it began to softly play its melody.

I went to edge of the bed and sat there, feet on the floor, hands clasped in my lap, staring straight ahead. My head was slightly cocked. I waited, my pulse a roller coaster ride of blood and anticipation.

He called my name but I didn’t answer. I heard him set down his case and walk into the dining room. He called out again. Finally, I heard his footsteps on the stairs.

My cunt flexed, clasping around nothing but anticipation.

He paused outside the bedroom, considering the tinkling tune, then pushed the door all the way open with tented fingers.

“Hello, Dolly,” he said.

It took everything in me to remain still. I was certain that if he concentrated, he’d be able to see the flutter where my heart was beating.

He walked around the side of the bed so I couldn’t see him. I heard the whisper of his suit jacket coming off and then the slow methodical sounds of him removing his clothing.

Between my thighs, I was slick and hot and I could feel my heart beating there just as hard as in my temples.

The bed depressed as he climbed on. Then he was lifting my hair away from my neck. I realized I was holding my breath just as his mouth came down on the place where my neck met my shoulder. I sipped air to try to remain silent. When he bit me, it was hard not to let out a pleasured little moan.

My pussy felt so full, so ready, as if just one stroke of his cock entering me would set me off and make me come.

My nipples rubbed the soft tee under my dress. They were hard and extremely sensitive. He bit me again and goosebumps raised up along my neck and shoulders and arms. Again, nothing I could do about that.

“Let’s see what Dolly has on under here. If anything.”

But first he cupped my tits in his big warm hands and chuckled softly at the pebble-hard tips he felt beneath.

He drew the zipper down deliberately and I had to focus to hear it because of the pounding of blood in my ears.

He slid his hand inside and rubbed my nipples through the soft fabric. “Nice.”

Daddy finally moved to face me. He manipulated my arms slowly, carefully, as he maneuvered my dress off. I let him push me back and pull it down my hips. I expected him to take off my tights, but instead he ran a finger along the cleft of my pussy, pushing my dry tights against my drenched folds. Then he sat me up.

He studied me and I did my best to remain blank. It was hard watching him rub his cock with his big hand.

His finger brushed my lower lip and he pushed my mouth open. Then he held my Dolly cheeks in his strong hands and shoved his cock in my mouth. I inhaled through my nose, letting him glide over my tongue and fuck my mouth. The tip of his cock brushed the back of my throat and I focused on not gagging.

He took his time, brushing my bangs back, touching the velvet ribbon in my hair. “Such a good girl. Such a good Dolly.”

I blinked away a tear and let my tongue drift along his skin.

“My dick’s all nice and wet. I wonder if my Dolly’s wet. I wonder what it would feel like to bury my big hard cock inside her.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

It took all my self-control not to squirm. I knew he’d find me as wet as could be when he touched me. Just the thought of him touching me had my insides quivering.

He lowered me to the bed and peeled my tights off. He took his time, studying my face as I did my best to keep my gaze blank.

He tossed the tights onto the floor and pushed my legs wide. Then his fingers were parting me, stroking me, taking stock of my drenched pussy.

“I’m so glad to find you wet, my lovely doll. I think I’d like to fuck you now.”

I sipped air slowly, not wanting to break the spell.

He slid his cockhead along my nether lips, running the rigid tip over my clit. My insides contracted eagerly around nothing at all. My body desperately desired him.

He pushed my hands above my head and I tried to keep them very straight. He held my wrists and sank into me with ease.

“That’s perfect. What a good plaything.”

I had to swallow a moan.

He rocked into me, gently at first. But when he found my body slick and accommodating, he sped up with a grunt.

He rocked me so hard I slid across the bed. Every thrust had my pussy growing tighter. Every thrust pushed the root of his cock against my pounding clit. I let my eyes drift shut and slowed my breathing, focusing on the exquisite sensation of Daddy fucking me.

He buried his face at the crux of my neck and licked me. Goose bumps sprang up along my throat and shoulder. He chuckled, using his teeth.

I try so hard to be his doll. He tries so hard to push me. Every time it gets more intense, him trying to get me to gasp, cry out, or moan. And every time my resolve increases.

My cunt flexed wetly, a precursor to orgasm. He felt it and slid his hand beneath my ass, angling me in a way that would make me come incredibly hard. His cock brushed the perfect places for my pleasure.

I chewed my lips, caught myself, and forced my mouth to go lax.

His cockhead brushed the swollen place inside me and I went off like a shot, coming hard and fast. The intensity surprised even me, and I had to bite my lip to keep in the sounds.

Daddy shook his head, still sliding in and out of me fast and hard. “Such a stubborn Dolly.”

Without warning, he pulled free of me and flipped me to my belly. He pressed his long, lean body to my back, finding my slit with his cock, and drove into me.

I grunted. I couldn’t help it.

He laughed and heat flamed in my cheeks.

Damn it. I’d faltered.

He pushed his hands beneath my hip bones, angling me just a little and whispering in my ear.

“It’s OK. You’re only human, after all. If I hadn’t forced the air out of you, it would never have happened.”

He fucked me in a hypnotic rhythm. I clenched my pussy around him.

“You think you’re punishing me, but you’re not,” he whispered. He nipped my ear and the sensation caused my nipples to spike and tingle.

He pounded into me, holding me flat and still. Air rushed in and out of me as he covered me fully. I was frustrated at the sounds but soothed by the pleasure.

I was going to come again and that’s I cared about. He worked his finger even farther beneath me, finding my clit with his slick finger and giving it a few strokes.

It set me off once more, and that time I gave him what I knew he really wanted. When I came, I made the tiniest of squeaks. A tiny victory for him — making me falter.

He never needed to know it was on purpose. It was my Dolly secret.