Lucas leaned in close, his breath hot on Emily's ear. "Change of plan, baby girl."
Emily's heart raced as he helped her out of the bath, his strong hands steadying her. They dried off quickly, the fluffy towels rough against her sensitized skin.
Lucas' piercing blue eyes locked onto hers. "Get dressed in whatever you picked for me. Meet me in the living room. I expect you kneeling when I get there."
Emily nodded, a thrill running through her. As she turned to go, his hand shot out, gripping her throat. He tilted her head up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Yes, Daddy. I'll be there," she managed, her voice breathy.
His grip tightened slightly. "There like what, baby girl?"
Emily's mind raced. She knew what he wanted to hear. "Like your perfect little slut," she replied, heat flooding
