Restrains himself, for now.

You pine when suddenly Daddy pulls you off of his cock. Reflexively your panting lips chase after it but Daddy's grip on your head keeps you from moving. At first, you're afraid you've done something wrong, that you've upset Daddy and your hear sinks. But Daddy reads the despair on your face and brings you close enough to lick at the head of his cock, his voice soft and reassuring.

"Don't worry baby girl, you did good and I will finish in you later." He promises, soothing your worry as he tucks his dick back into his trousers. "We have dinner to eat, and I must have words with your mother about her failings."

The way he says that last part makes you shiver. You don't know what form mummy's punishment will take, but the idea of seeing Daddy punishing mummy excites you. Will it be playful or will it be cruel? Will she moan or scream? The anticipation almost makes you want to misbehave just so Daddy will give that attention to you...

"Come, you may stand." Daddy instructs, giving your leash a gentle tug.

You keep your arms folded behind your back as you slowly stand. Without your hands and in the narrow heels you don't rise as gracefully as you'd like, but by his predatory smile tells you he enjoys your fragility. Once up straight you don't move, save to correct your posture, your chest thrust out and body near paralyzed under Daddy's hungry gaze. The **** girl outfit hides nothing and emphasizes everything. Stalking forward Daddy towers over you and you tremble as he begins to run his free hand over all of your exposed skin, savoring this flesh that exists for him.

"Oh you are a masterwork..." he growls low, kissing the top of your head and squeezing your bare ass under your loincloth. You flush at the praise and grow hot from his touch.

"Come, let's go and see to your mother, and then maybe I'll give you permission to speak and share your news."