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Cormac
It had been difficult, but I had resisted the urge to check the product details of her order. As soon as my phone dinged that her order was ready, I’d sent my driver to pick it up. I hadn’t even peeked when he’d laid it out on her bed, and I had to fight the urge to not deck him knowing that he would be in the bedroom next to the same bathroom where she was showering. Her naked body was mine to see and no one else’s. I told myself he knew better than to look and kept myself locked in my office until he had left.
I shouldn’t be feeling that possessive about her yet, but I couldn’t help it. When it came to her, it seemed that all my usual rules for myself went out the window. I really needed to get a handle on things because this tiny spitfire of a woman was making me lose control and I still wasn’t sure how this was all going to play out.
I couldn’t take last night back and to be honest, I didn’t want to. Her body had wrapped around me like a glove and hearing her finally call me Daddy had been enough to nearly send me over the brink. Even just thinking about those pretty pink lips uttering those two precious syllables made my cock strain against my zipper hard enough to turn painful.
A nearly silent creak echoed in the hallway. I knew it was her doorway. I’d been meaning to oil the hinges, but somehow, I didn’t think I would. That way, I’d know every time she left her room searching for me. I heard the click of her heels against the hard wood, and I chuckled lightly under my breath. She had taken her time getting ready and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that the vision she’d put together would be spectacular.
When I’d given her the option to choose her own clothing, I’d known that she would. I’d also guessed that she would choose something like her bad girl style she’d worn to court, but what I wasn’t prepared for was that first glimpse. I don’t think there was a single man in the world that would have been. I was just flipping her omelet when I heard her clear her throat behind me.
“I’m ready for breakfast,” she said, and I could have sworn the sweet seduction of her voice had a direct link to my cock.
I turned my head and my jaw dropped. If I could have conjured up a vision of a sex goddess, she would have been it. Her heels were a couple of inches tall, making her legs seem longer and leaner than they were already, and I couldn’t help but imagine them wrapped around my waist as I fucked her hard right there on the kitchen table.
Down, boy.
Her pink plaid schoolgirl skirt was barely long enough to cover her pussy and it was pulled up high enough so that I knew with absolute certainty that it wouldn’t be the same way in the back. I sucked in a pained breath as my cock throbbed, stifled against the confines of my zipper. If I spanked her while she was wearing that today, I would be able to see those red cheeks peeking out from underneath for the rest of the day. Truthfully, the thought intrigued me immensely.
My hand twitched and my balls squeezed. I could bend her over right now and sink into her. By the way she was looking at me, I’d bet good money on the fact that she was already wet and ready for me. The top she had chosen was slightly chaste in the amount of skin it covered and sultry in that every inch of it bared the flesh underneath. The bra she’d chosen fit her breasts like a glove and the sudden urge to have those perfect breasts in my palms came over me.
I wanted to sink my cock into her all over again. Last night hadn’t been enough. I needed more of her. I leaned against the counter, taking a moment to force myself to regain control. I had given her a challenge and I intended to follow through all the way until the end. By the time I put her to bed tonight, she would know that there was a reason she was my little girl, and I was her daddy.
I took a long moment to drag my eyes up and down her body, making sure that she knew that I was enjoying the sight of every inch of her beautiful body. Her expression was feisty, and I knew that she wouldn’t give up easily on winning this game.
I grinned. I was looking forward to this.
“Sit down. Breakfast is almost set. There’s coffee and juice there for you already,” I answered, deciding not to comment on her choices just yet.
“Thank you,” she replied.
Her voice was still saccharinely seductive, which only made my cock even more erect. She slid into her seat, and I caught the slightest glimpse of her dark pink panties. I couldn’t wait to see the rest of her in them. I turned back around and focused on cooking the meal. When the omelet was done, I slid it onto a plate beside two pieces of buttered toast. I plucked a few pieces of bacon from the pan and added them to her plate before bringing it over to her. She smiled and mouthed a thank you, before digging right in. Her genuine happiness was written all over her face and that in turn made me feel really good. Taking care of her was fulfilling in a way that I had never imagined it would be. Honestly, it was even better than I could have hoped for. I filled my own plate and turned off the gas burners before I went and joined her.
“You’re a really good cook,” she praised in between bites.
“My mom thought all her boys should learn how to cook a girl a good hearty breakfast. I hated it at the time, but I’m pretty thankful for that now. If you think this is good though, I should make you a Belgian waffle or French toast some time.”
“I’d really like that,” she smiled.
That sweet little dimple popped out and I cocked my head, just enjoying her being here with me. She plucked a piece of bacon off her plate and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. Her cheeks carried a slightly pink hue. I noticed her thighs pressing together and that rose hue deepened in color when she realized that I had seen. By the time she’d eaten her meal, she was either anxious or aroused or a little bit of both. I wiped my mouth with my napkin and sat back, waiting for her to make the first move. From her strut into the kitchen earlier, I knew she was going to strip for me at some point today, but now I could tell that she didn’t intend to wait that long at all. From the looks of things, she was psyching herself up to do it sooner rather than later.
“Daddy?”
Fucking hell. The sound of that word rolling off her tongue was absolute heaven. My cock turned to steel in less than a second and I leaned back, thankful for the cover of the table. She peered up at me through hooded eyes and the right corner of her mouth turned up with a seductive smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and I doubled down on my increasingly tenuous self-restraint.
“Yes, mylittlegirl?”
“I’m ready to earn your cock,” she whispered and the sensual tone she had used before somehow turned even more molten.
I licked my lips, stood up, and moved my chair into the open space in the kitchen.
“Then strip for me,” I challenged her.
She pushed her chair up and walked over to me like the perfect little porn star, swaying her hips from side to side with every step and keeping her gaze fully focused on me. In that moment, I felt the power dynamics between us grow hazy.
“Hand me your phone,” she requested.
When I did, she typed in a few things and suddenly she was playing music. I didn’t recognize the song, but it didn’t really matter because my focus was centered entirely on her. She lifted her arms over her head and coyly peered at me out of the side of her eye as she started to move her hips back and forth to the beat. The more she danced, the more uncertain I became.
