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“Yes, Daddy.”
He leaned in close, clearing his throat. His close proximity made my heart pound and my needy clit throb like a goddamn traitor.
“No matter what you choose, baby girl, I’m going to enjoy making you blush for me.”
The husky desire in his voice only sought to make my arousal that much worse.
“Now be a good girl and get that adorable ass out of bed. You have fifteen minutes. If you’re not in the shower by the time I come downstairs, you’ll be going over my knee,” he teased.
I rolled in the bed, and he flipped the covers off of me, slapping my right cheek lightly. It didn’t really sting at all, but I played it up anyway.
“Hey!” I giggled.
He made up for it by pressing a chaste kiss against the very same spot, which caused a shiver of electricity to jolt right through me. I bit my lower lips and scrambled out of bed, needing to put some sort of distance between us. His eyes roved over my body, and my core squeezed tight. He looked ready to fuck me right then and there.
Not wanting him to know how desperate I was for him to do exactly that, I flounced out of the room and down the stairs. I went into my bedroom and grabbed the dark green silk robe from the bathroom. Then I slipped into his office and closed the door behind me, knowing I had to decide how I wanted to play this game.
I had one of three choices. I could take the outfit he already had for me and that would at least let me pretend for a little while that I didn’t even want his cock. I could keep my pride for as long as I could hold out, but when I eventually stripped out of it—and I knew full well that I wouldn’t be able to resist him forever—then he would know that I had been trying to resist him and would have failed. The end result would be especially shameful, and I shook my head.
I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t let him know he had that much of an effect on me.
I could choose my own outfit, but that choice wasn’t simple either because there were options in what kind of clothing I could buy. I could settle on an outfit that fit my usual esthetic, a bad girl one that not only showed off my curves but made me feel like a million bucks. Stripping out of a sexier outfit that looked like it was designed to be stripped out of wouldn’t be especially shameful, at least on the surface. I could pick out an outfit made for a good girl, but that came with its own set of complications too. Good girl gone bad stripping for Daddy’s cock would be much more shameful than a bad girl stripping for Daddy’s cock.
But if I just chose a bad girl outfit and stripped out of it too quickly, I would never be able to pretend to play it coy again. There would be no hiding the fact that I was soaking wet for him. I already was. Picking the bad girl outfit would make me seem like Daddy’s little slut.
I wouldn’t even be the bad little slut Daddy turned good, because I’d have surrendered too quickly for that. I’d be Daddy’s good little slut that was pretending to be bad until Daddy came along and spanked my bare bottom bright red. My head was reeling, and my body was pulsing. My arousal dripped down onto my thighs and my core squeezed so tightly that I moaned right there at his desk.
I had to decide. I was running out of time, so I went with my first instinct.
I sat down in front of the computer and looked around on some of my favorite websites. There were a few local designers that I had always wanted to try, and I added several items to the cart. I picked out a magenta pink lacy bra and panty matching number that was to die for to wear underneath. By the time I was done, I had a complete bad girl outfit that was one hundred percent my style. He had a credit card already set on file and I hit order and left the confirmation page with the location of the store up on the screen.
With less than a minute to spare, I practically sprinted back into my bedroom and switched on the shower just before I started to hear his footsteps on the stairs. As soon as there was steam, I hopped inside and heard the telltale sounds of his movement close by. I couldn’t help but sigh in relief. I’d avoided a trip over his knee just in the nick of time. I sighed, letting the warm steam rain down on my head. Closing my eyes, I leaned back and tried to figure out my next move. I wanted to stay ahead of him and figure out the best strategy going forward so that I could trick him at his own game.
I knew that I was going to strip for him at some point or another and I wasn’t sure which was worse, torturing myself and trying to abstain for as long as possible or to rip the Band-Aid right off and get it over with at the first opportunity. He had to know that this whole scenario aroused me, but maybe I could use that to my advantage. If he wanted me to be a little slut, I would give him the show of his life. I’d make it so good that there wasn’t even the slightest chance he’d be able to resist. I’d earn myself such a good fucking that it would be him who felt shameful in the end and not me.
With a growing smile, I washed my hair. I took my time, using all the expensive toiletries Ada had picked out for me. I scrubbed my skin using the body wash and then exfoliated until my skin was baby soft. There was a deep conditioner along with a regular one and I used them both. I shaved everything after that. By the time I was done, I felt like the sexiest woman in the world.
You’ll show him.
There were fresh towels already waiting on the heated rack. I grabbed the closest one and wrapped the plush fabric around my body. I dried off with a second and spent an inordinate amount of time combing and drying my hair. I didn’t have any makeup, but I had a feeling all I had to do was ask Ada for some and she’d hook me up. She had to have good stuff with that pristinely gorgeous red lip she’d had painted on yesterday. I also wanted to ask her about how she did that natural brown smoky eye too.
I used the moisturizing face routine on the counter and covered the rest of my body in the orange jasmine scented body butter. I gazed back in the mirror at my reflection, feeling more like a glowing Irish goddess than a human woman. When I finally emerged from the bathroom, I saw two outfits waiting for me on the bed, one being the one he provided—without a bra of course—and the one I’d ordered for myself. I ignored his and focused on mine.
Somehow, it felt even sexier in person. I reached for it and sucked in a breath through my teeth. If I was lucky, the outfit would do most of the heavy lifting, almost putting the whole striptease on easy mode and using a cheat code. After I was through with him, Cormac would never think of me like a little girl that needed her bare bottom reddened ever again.
I lifted my chin and started to get dressed. The dark pink lace bra and panties were absolutely gorgeous. The bra had just enough lining and pushup to cover up my erect nipples. I felt like a million bucks as soon as I put it on. The panties were mostly sheer, but the back cupped my ass in such a way that it seemed to make my cheeks seem even curvier. The skirt was a pink schoolgirl plaid with a light pink liner. When I pulled it on, I smirked when I saw that it wasn’t even long ever to cover the lower half of my backside. I’d bend over right in front of him, and he wouldn’t be able to help taking me right then and there.
The top was a see-through lacy number with arm-length sleeves, and I adored the fact that they flared out at the wrists. Technically, the shirt covered my entire upper half, but it did nothing to conceal what was underneath. To set it off, I sat down and pulled the matching black lace garter up to mid-thigh before I slipped my feet into a pair of cotton candy pink kitten heels. I assessed my outfit in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room and I couldn’t help but grin at my reflection.
You get yours, bad girl.
I smirked, turning this way and that. My outfit was perfectly suited to everything I had in mind. If my plan was successful, and I was certain it would be, I’d be getting fucked again in less than an hour. I fluffed my hair one last time before I lifted my chin with pride, practicing the expression I would make when I won.
He thought he would get the best of me. I was going to show him that I could be the experienced one and he was just a man-child living out a fantasy of having a girl strip dance for him before he fucks her. After all, he had a really good cock and I wanted a hard ride with it, so why not let him do the same work my fingers were going to end up doing anyway.
I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face after I beat him at his own game.
CHAPTER15
