She’s watching me now. Waiting for something from me. Something that gives her permission to be that girl she becomes when we’re fooling around. I get in her space, breathe her in. “They’re all going to want to fuck your sweet, tight little body.” I grab a handful of her ass and squeeze. “You’re gorgeous, and you look like a very bad, bad girl.”

She looks me right in the eye, and I see a slight alteration in her gaze. She arches her back just enough to rub her tits on me. “But I’m not a bad girl. I’m a very, very good girl. Aren’t I?”

“Holy shit. Somebody’s been on pornhub again,” Shane says, sensing the change in atmosphere and watching her little show. “This is perfectly scripted Grade-A shit.”

My hand squeezes her little ass again. “You’re a brat is what you are.” She’s stirring me up on purpose. She likes it. She wants to push me. Well, hell, I’ve watched more porn than she has. Possibly. She’s actually pretty well-versed. But I’d like to give her something to think about. “Good girls don’t dress like you. They don’t wear tight little shirts so men can’t think about anything but fucking their tits. They don’t wear skirts so short they can’t bend over without showing men their tiny little panties.”

Shane has moved behind her so she’s standing between us. “Don’t have to worry about that, do we, Pen? Didn’t you tell him you’re not wearing panties?”

She shrugs. “Shane left a note with the costume that said panties were optional.”

My brain shuts off. I’m now a caveman consumed with that sweet pussy beneath the too-short skirt. “You’re not leaving the house wearing that.”

She rests her head against Shane’s chest and looks up into my eyes. There’s a saucy twinkle in hers. “You don’t get to tell me how to dress. You’re not my daddy.”

Oh, fuck. Shane and I both grab huge lungsful of air. This is not something we’ve talked about. But I’m feeling stern and territorial, and she’s obviously feeling bratty. Does she know where she is steering this ship?

Because she’s the one with all the control here. But if she wants to play dirty sex games, I’m not going to turn her down. I make eye contact with Shane, my best friend, and I already know what he thinks. On the nights when he picks porn, we’ve watched some interesting kinks. If she wants to play daddy games, we can see where that leads.

He leans down to her ear. “Baby girl, are you asking for discipline before we take you to a nice party? Is that what you want?” Shane asks.