Please Me, Daddy
Cold liquid splashed down, seeping into my trousers, leaving a dark red stain across the fabric.
I froze.
The room seemed to freeze. My gaze dropped to the wet patch on my pants, but my expression gave nothing away.
Before I could react, she jumped to her feet. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry. It was an accident!”
She moved toward me without hesitation, hands already reaching. Then she was kneeling between my legs, taking the napkin from the table and pressing it against my pants.
I blinked, caught off guard.
Her small hands moved quickly, dabbing, rubbing, her words spilling over themselves. “God, these pants look expensive… what should I do? I’m so sorry.”