Mimi's Daddy Ch. 22: His Baby Doll

"I was going to wear the dress I wore when the clerk married us."

"No."

"But..."

"Think of the wedding dress as being an advertising expense for the shelter. Your grandmother's traveling outfit was lovely on you, but it wasn't a wedding dress. Think of this as my donation to our social media campaign." He stopped her at a door that didn't have a storefront or a sign. When the door opened for him, a scent as rich as opium poured out. "In you go."

"Mr. Adam?" An elegant woman with burnished bronze skin stepped forward.

"This is Mrs. Elm. She designs magic and is a closely guarded family secret."

"That is kind of you." The woman circled Mimi like she was measuring her with her eyes. "You are lovely. Tell me darling creature, what do you want to wear to your wedding?"

Mimi was stunned by the graceful way she moved and kept turning to look at her. "Nothing white." Lifting her fingers to her throat, she added, "And not too much skin. My family is conservative."

"How about Amber? I can see you in that color."

"Like the stone?"

"Yes, and dark honey." When she tapped her chin, the rings on her fingers glittered. "I'm glad you sent me the pictures, Adam. I think I have just the thing." She disappeared behind a curtain and Mimi saw a flash of a long hallway.

"Who is that woman, Adam?"

"An old friend. I sent her several pictures of you, and my guesses about your sizes. She is a stylist and dresses half the city, including my aunt, who has no time to shop."

Mrs. Elm returned with a fluttering blue confection, and a dream of floating fabric in honey. After holding one and then the other up to Mimi, she sighed. "Yes, the honey. Come with me." Mimi followed her behind the curtain and through a door into a small mirrored room. "You should get him to bring you back so I can improve your wardrobe. It would be fun to style your adorable shape." Mimi looked down at herself and then behind her to make sure Mrs. Elm wasn't talking to someone else.

"I took the liberty of picking out some shoes as well. I hope you don't mind."

***

Swaying back and forth, Mimi couldn't stop looking at herself in the mirror. The princess cut dress shaped to her bosom in a way that was lovely but still modest. In an ethereal flutter, the skirt floated around her legs. She kept turning just to watch the way it moved around her.

Mrs. Elm made a happy, satisfied sound. "Perfection."

When she stepped down from the raised platform to go show Adam, the woman stopped her with a touch on her arm. "It's bad luck. Let him be surprised. You deserve to see his response on your special day."

Mimi opened her mouth to explain that it wasn't really a "special day," but instead she said, "Good idea." She stood a long moment, just looking at herself. Never had she worn something so lovely. Touching the embroidered band just under her breasts, she gave a small sigh. It was exactly what she would want to wear to a real wedding.

***

Adam and she were playing hooky. Neither of them were the kind to sneak away from work for an afternoon. Seated by the river, the remnants of their late lunch still on the table, Mimi pinched her arm, just to be sure she wasn't dreaming.

Setting his napkin on top of his empty plate, Adam said, "Sarah has a plan for Saturday. She is setting up a spa and beauty day for Jen, you, and her. The kid is way more excited about this wedding than I expected. She sees our whirlwind romance as very romantic."

"Did you tell her about your plan to get your inheritance?"

"She knows about that, but she thinks you are an answer to her personal prayers. A sixteen-year-old cares more about romance than finances."

"I hope she always values love over money."

"A balance of those two things is good."

She agreed. "What is next on our grand adventure?"

"I was thinking." He bumped her knee with his own under the table. "Mini golf?"

"We are having the weirdest honeymoon ever."

***

Adam...

"Try something on for me." Adam drew a bit of silk from one of the fancy bags.

Mimi tugged the lavender panties from his hand with an amused grin and stuffed them back into the tissue paper. One by one, she freed him from the array of deliveries he'd brought in from the porch. With her dress draped over her shoulder in its garment bag, she said, "Let me hang up my dress, and then I will choose something."

Adam settled down to wait, arm draped across the back of her comfortable couch. "We could go work on the farmhouse?"

Slanting her gaze at him from the bedroom doorway, she said, "Watch out, or what I will pick will be overalls."

The idea of her naked, except for a pair of overalls, caused his cock to thicken. "I would enjoy peeling you out of those as well." He flashed a wolfish grin at her. "I might even take pictures." Releasing a dismissive snort, she primly stepped into the bedroom and shut the door.

***

Having pictures of the cupcake wasn't a bad idea. It'd be nice to have something to remember her by once they both had what they wanted. While Mimi was in the bedroom, Adam pulled out his phone to check on Sarah. Her walking hormone of a boyfriend had been spending entirely too much time with her. His sister needed other distractions to take up space in her head. Spending time with Marge and her wife was a rare treat, usually reserved for birthdays and summer holidays. They spoiled her. She sent him four thumbs up and told him to go pay attention to Mimi.

"Fair enough." He set his phone down on the couch next to him and it slid forward and tumbled to the carpet. Grumbling, Adam moved to the floor and bent down to retrieve his cell from the space under the couch where it had landed. His phone lay in the shadows next to some paperbacks that had been pushed so far back they almost touched the wall. Curious, he gathered the books.

The covers surprised him with their steamy hot covers. Dominants, gangsters, Daddy's, and well-endowed dragons. He flipped the most dog-eared novel open to a place where the spine was broken and read a smoking hot scene about a spanking. A pretty cowgirl was taken in hand by a devastatingly handsome farm hand with a barrel chest. Unexpected.

As he cracked open the monster romance to an often-read section, Mimi stepped into the living room in a cornflower blue babydoll nightgown that intensified the blue of her eyes. The fluffy skirt just skimmed the top of her lush, rounded thighs. He was tempted to throw the book onto the ground just to see her bend over. Up on her toes, she gave a turn, the skirt flaring out, showing him the adorable matching panties and her rounded bottom underneath. He gave a low, appreciative whistle.

Turning toward him, she saw the books on his lap and her mouth dropped open. "Where did you find those?" Cheeks going scarlet, she came forward to take the books from his hands, but he held tight to them.

"I have no plans to give up this research material." He showed her the cowboy cover and pressed the book to his chest. "I think we should talk."

"It's just a book."

He arched his brows. "Shall I read a section out loud?"

"No, give it back to me." She reached for the book and he held it out of her reach.

"I'd rather have you sit at my feet, like the charming character in this novel sits at her partner's feet."

Mimi placed her hands on her hips. "Adam, quit teasing me."

"I'm not. I'd love to see you on your knees."

His words made her pause. In the stillness, he could see her internal wheels turning, and he allowed the silence to spread into the space.

"Really?"

"I think you'd be lovely."

"Will you give me the book if I do?"

"Maybe."

With a sigh, she settled to her knees before him, with her babydoll dress floating outward. Her feet tucked prettily under her hips, she rested her hands in her lap. "Okay, Can I have it now?"

"No."

Rising up on her knees, she went to thump him in the chest with her fist. Releasing the books, he snatched her wrist before her playful fist could reach him. When she reached for the cowboy romance with the other hand, he captured that wrist as well. The smile fell off her lips, and she looked at him uncertainly. Delicately, her tongue wet the edge of her lip. "I was just playing."

Without a word, he raised her hands toward him, drawing her body between his legs. Her books tumbled to the carpet. Letting her feel his strength, he dragged her squirming body upward by her wrists and leaned back until she lay captive on top of him. Her eyes rounded with surprise. When her pretty mouth came close to his, he kissed her as he held her in place until she melted against him. Dangerous. Addictive. Adam took everything she was willing to give in a kiss and left her breathless and trembling, arms stretched high by the grip of his hands.

With the taste of strawberry in his mouth, he brushed his cheek against hers, enjoying her helplessness. "You are mine."

"I thought we were pretending." She moved restlessly against him.

Lips brushing against her earlobe, he said, "Does this feel like pretend?"

"No."

Slowly, he released her wrists and slid his hands along her shapely arms. Her shoulders filled his palms, and he eased his touch down the slope of her back. Under the fluttering softness of the gown, he cupped her bottom in his hands. "Who could have guessed you would contain so many delicious surprises? What curiosity should we sate tonight? Sadly, I can't morph into a dragon." He squeezed her bottom and slid his hand to her thigh. "Straddle my lap."

"I don't need a dragon." Throat flushed, she slid a delicious thigh across his own, breasts pressing into his chest as she shifted to straddle his lap.

Cock achingly hard, he shifted his hips as she sat up on his lap. Perfect little cowgirl, ready to ride. "What do you need?"

"I was wrong about so many things. I don't know what to try next." Under the thin silk, the tips of her breasts drew tight as he looked at her, causing his mouth to water. Instead of reaching for their full inviting weight, he took her hands and brought her wrists together behind her back. "Keep your hands together, Mimi, or I will bind them in place."

When she obediently laced her fingers together without question, pleasure and need danced across his skin. Looking at her was such a delight. Arms resting on her parted thighs, his hands were a loose cage around her clasped fingers.

"Arch your back for me." Every new shade of red delighted him. As the blush spread across her throat, tinting the upper curves of her breasts, the rosiness invited his lips and teeth. Her peach nipples enticed. Watching her face, he cupped his hands over her breasts, filling his palms with her warm flesh. As he toyed with her nipples, sliding his thumbs across the slippery silk, her head dropped back, exposing the beautiful length of her neck.

Through the thin fabric, he brushed his lips across the pebbled peaks, breathing warmth across the sensitive flesh. Speaking against her skin, he said, "You leave me wondering if your body longs for gentleness or if you need something rougher." He dropped a hand to her hip and gripped her firmly as he drew the sweetness of her nipple into his mouth through the fabric and bit down until she gasped. Instead of pulling away, she arched toward the heat of his mouth, offering more.

Sliding his hands to the full curves of her bottom, he drug his fingers across her skin, pulling her tightly against him. "How fast can you run, Mimi? Can you make it to the bed, or am I going to fuck you in the hall?"

A shudder moved through her body as he held her forcefully in place. One of her hands came free, but instead of bringing her fingers to rest on his chest, she placed her hand behind her. Good girl.

"Careful, while you are on my lap, keep those hands together, or we might be trying spanking tonight as an experiment."

When her ribs flared with an unsteady breath, he wasn't sure if she was scared or excited. Her blue eyes were dilated dark. "Ready? When I reach three, run."

Her thighs flexed. She was willing to play. His heart beat hard in his chest. "One."

Mimi shifted her weight on his lap. "Two." She slid her leg along his thigh. Anticipation rose like a wild animal inside him. The hunt was on. "Three."