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“Yes, Daddy.” I slide my hands onto my sex, replacing his fingers. I miss his warmth and pressure, but with a few quick circles, I fall apart, shamelessly pleasuring myself in front of him…because he told me to.
With him, I’m confident and worthy and can let go of the reins.
“I can’t believe you can be even more beautiful. Do you know what you do to me?”
“Tell me, Daddy?”
“You’re sweet and innocent, smart and methodical. You drive me crazy with your processes, but you’re serious and focused.” He bucks his hips upward, making me shudder. “This is what you do to me. And when you play the sweet, innocent, you’re a sexual vixen.”
My body giggles in an effort to release energy. I’m too taken by his words. Too convinced.
“You think that’s funny?”
“You might have exaggerated.” And if I could record his deep voice uttering these things, I’d play it on a loop.
“They’re true. Do you not understand how sexy you are?”
“Sexy isn’t really something I do.”
“My Love.” He caresses my torso. “It’s not something you do, it’s something you are.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Fuck… Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Why do I suspect that’s the single most dangerous word I’ve ever spoken? I try to lighten his intensity. “But no butt stuff.”
Now he laughs.
“Don’t worry, I consider that sex, which you’ve clarified is off the table.”
He pauses. He wants me to retract my no-sex rule, I can sense it. The words line up on my tongue. All I have to do is open my mouth and they’ll grant his unstated wish.
I nod instead.
His jaw clenches but he lets his thought go, pointing past me. “You see that stage?”
I glance over my shoulder. “Yes.”
“Get on it and strip for me.”
Nervousness tosses my stomach around. It’s only for him, not like Wendy’s brothers ravishing her at the sex club. I can do this, although I’ll have to resist the urge to remove each item methodically, fold it, and set it aside. “I’ve never stripped for anyone.”
“What if Daddy goes first?” He staggers me with the offer.
My entire body vibrates with excitement. “I’d love that.”
With ease, he tightens his grip on me, gets up, and returns me to the cushioned chair. He’s reaching over his shoulders for the back of his shirt as he steps onto the stage. As he lifts, the expanse of his muscular back is the perfect pairing for the swell of his sweatpants over his firm ass.
He faces me and tosses his shirt into my eager hands. I clutch it to my chest, barely able to enjoy his bare chest before he shoves his sweatpants down.
I swallow hard when his cock springs free. It’s even bigger than I assessed.
“Now it’s your turn.”
I scoot out of the chair, pausing for a kiss as we pass. There’s no avoiding contact with his penis. I’d be fine if he ripped the clothes from my body and impaled me. Geez, the orgasms have gone to my head. But I’m ready to have sex—no plan, no routine, just wild, passionate sex.
Continuing onto the stage, I focus on the hunger in his eyes. Grabbing the bottom of my Spandex top, I pull it upward and let my breasts bounce free.
