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Before, I hadn’t been certain he’d be able to see my arousal. This way, he would see it, and not just a hint of it, through the seat of my panties. He’d be able to see everything.

My pussy clenched again, and I bit back a moan. Finally, there was one last thing that made me feel like I had lost my footing.

He’d said overDaddy’sknee.

My clit throbbed as if it had its own heartbeat. The term felt completely wicked and taboo. It was wrong in a way that shouldn’t be right, but it was almost as if I couldn’t look away. It felt like temptation, and I desperately wanted to take a bite.

I watched him stand up in slow motion. He reached for me and gently grabbed my upper arm. I didn’t really fight him, but I didn’t exactly go along with him willingly either. Instead, I pulled away as he led me over to the couch. His grip was strong, but nothing about it really hurt. It just brought into extreme focus that he could overpower me with ease if he wanted to. My stomach flipped up and down as I dragged my feet behind him.

My self-preservation finally reared its head at last when he sat down and pulled me forward, but it was already too late. Gravity took hold and I was suddenly falling forward, realizing at the last second that it was too late to catch myself and escape what was happening. I landed with a startled huff with my belly stretched taut against his thighs. I swallowed heavily, noticing something else that I hadn’t paid heed to when he’d bent me over that desk. In this new position, my hip pressed snugly against his waist.

So much so that I could feel that his cock was indisputably hard beneath me. For some reason, the knowledge that he was as aroused as I was made my own spiral even further out of my control. I was so caught up in my head that I startled when his hand smoothed over the back of my thigh. I told myself that I should push up against the leather couch and get away as fast as I could, but I didn’t.

Instead, I just lay there with bated breath, waiting to see what would happen next. I wouldn’t say I welcomed it, but there was an undeniable thread of curiosity that kept me there. So, I waited as his hand slid up the back of my thigh. The lifting of my skirt was just as jarring as it had been the first time. He slid the hem up my sore cheeks as if he was savoring every moment of my slow shameful exposure, and I shivered.

I heard him suck in a breath and I closed my eyes, wiggling my hips in a lame attempt to roll off him just so that I could tease his cock just a tiny bit, and he rewarded me with a second, much huskier intake of breath.

“I’m going to give you a choice,little girl.”

My heart pounded with frantic desire.

“You’re either going to be agoodgirl and let me take these gorgeous fishnets down without ruining them, or you’re going to be abadgirl and I’m going to have to rip them off you,” he stated.

My core squeezed hard, somehow wanting both and neither at the exact same time. I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to decide. On the one hand, really testing out his brute strength was a tempting idea all on its own, but on the other, I really liked this pair of tights. Every time I wore them, I always felt like a million bucks.

“What will it be,little girl?”

Fuck.

Why did those two words send me reeling every time they fell off his lips?

“I’ll be a good girl,” I replied, my voice somehow sounding smaller and more vulnerable than I wanted.

It was too late to do anything about it though. The words had already been spoken. Slowly, he slid both hands underneath the waistband of my tights. I closed my eyes as he dragged them down my bottom, and then even further still past the middle of my thighs all the way down to my knees. I shivered, realizing he was seeing my favorite pair of slutty panties for a second time that day.

He didn’t need to tell me that he was going to pull those down next.

My toes drummed against the floor and in one last ditch effort, I tried to roll myself off his lap. Like he had been anticipating that very thing, he grasped my hip with one hand and lurched me forward, pinning both my legs beneath one of his. It dawned on me that I was securely locked in place. I couldn’t rock my hips or even kick my way out of this.

For a minute, he just held me there like that as his fingers slid back and forth above the lacey band around my hips. It was hypnotizing in a way, his touch sending an electric tingle shooting straight to my core. Was it possible that he could feel my clit throbbing against his thigh?

“I think it’s time to bare your bottom, little girl,” he murmured, and I shuddered hard.

There was something about the way that he said it that made the whole thing feel like it was inevitable, and it made my focus center on my backside more completely than ever. He didn’t rush it like high school boys would. Instead, he slipped his fingers just beneath the lace and edged them down, bit by bit. I had thought it was going to be terribly shameful and maybe mildly embarrassing, but it wasn’t.

It was so muchworsethan all that combined.

He was the first person to lay eyes on my naked bottom in a long time. In the rush of aroused panic, I vaguely remembered the last time being at a doctor’s office for a physical or something, but I’d never been exposed quite like this, facedown over a man’s knee about to get a very real spanking that I had very much earned.

I tried to be brave, but the slow reveal of the most private places of my body rattled me more than I thought possible.

The whole process probably took no more than a minute, but every second of it felt like an eternity. It would have been much less embarrassing if he had just yanked them down, but his fingertips followed behind the waistband of my panties, sliding against every inch of skin he exposed. When they finally brushed against the lower curves of my cheeks, he pushed them down to lay against the fishnets that were already tangled around my knees.

And then, it hit me.

He would be able to see my pussy.

My core squeezed tight, and a soft gasp fell from my lips before I had the forethought to stop it. He had to have heard it, but he didn’t say anything.

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