I chuckled. We had a tradition of my making breakfast on weekends. Through the week we tended towards something quicker in the mornings, like cereal or biscuits. But on the weekends, I went all out. Always. She always asked that question. And I always had the same reply. “It’s a surprise, Muffin. Come and keep me company while I cook.”
She hopped up and followed me. I turned on the kitchen light and she sat down at her chair at the table. “I’ll need your help later today for one of my freelance jobs for an office.”
“Yes, daddy.” She leaned against her chair like she always did. Her body was relaxed, which pleased me. She was taking to our new relationship quite well then.
“You were embarrassed of telling me your pussy was wet, Maddie.”
She blushed instantly. My poor daughter. “Yes, daddy,” she whispered, looking down.
“Oh, Muffin. Let me help you. Be obedient even when it’s difficult, understood? You will need to be brave, but I will help you. I always will.”
“Yes, daddy,” she said softly.
“Good girl. Take your shirt and shorts off so that you’re only in your bra and underwear.”
She inhaled sharply and hesitated. When I turned to her and lifted my eyebrow in expectation, however, she stood and began removing her clothes as I commanded. She took her shirt off first and folded it tidily over the back of her chair. Her pajama shorts were next and she stepped gracefully out of those, leaving only her lacy bra and adorable sheer panties. She went to fold the shorts over her chair as well but I stopped her with a command. “Bring those here.”
She swallowed but did as she was bade. “Yes, daddy.”
I held out my hand and she gave them to me. I stared her in the eyes, remembering how strongly she had smelled of cum as she ground herself on my cock, certain that it had soaked through her panties. I held her shorts to my nose, closed my eyes, and inhaled the scent of her sex.
She gasped and I smiled, opening my eyes again to stare at her. Her face was red with her blush. “Here, take a nice deep breath, Muffin.”
I had been right in thinking that cum saturated her fabric shorts. The crotch of them smelled like pure heaven. I pressed the center to Maddie’s nose, making sure she would get all of the pure hot scent. She sniffed just slightly, but I tsked her. “No, Muffin. You can do better than that.” She whimpered… and then she inhaled a long shuddering pull of her own cum scent. “Yes, much better,” I cooed. “Good girl. Breathe again. That smells good, doesn’t it?” When she opened her eyes, they were dilated. I smiled encouragingly. “You can keep breathing it in. That’s a very good girl. There’s no reason to be embarrassed of this, Muffin, not to me. I love the smell of your lust. I could breathe the scent of your little cunt all night, princess.” Crass? Oh yes. But she responded to it violently. Her eyes shuddered and she kept inhaling. I stood with her there for as long as I could before I needed to tend our breakfast. I pat her ass gently. “Go back to your seat. We will talk just like normal. I just wanted to show you that you had nothing to be ashamed of.”