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Motion in his lap grabs my attention. He fists his shaft and pre-cum squirts onto his stomach. He doesn’t bother to wipe it.
“No.” He shakes his head and I follow his gaze to my arms. I’ve crossed them over my breasts. He lets go of his shaft and motions for me to toss my top to him. Of course, I comply. He balls it in one hand.
“You only get this back if you’re a good girl and do what Daddy told you to do.”
The uncanny temptation to disobey is gone in a fleeting second. I tuck my thumbs into my waistband and shimmy the tight fabric over my hips, bending forward. His eyes drift to my waist.
“You wake up every primal need in me, My Love.”
I smile, unsure how to respond.
He inhales deeply. “I want to make you mine.”
“For a date?” I’m having too much trouble faking it.
“No.” The corded muscles of his neck strain. His rugged jawline stresses. “You asked for a date but I can’t give that to you.”
“I don’t understand.”
With forced calmness, he unballs my top and smooths it over the arm of the recliner. “If you stay, I’m going to protect you, breed you, and make you mine. If that’s not what you want, put your clothes back on and walk out of here.”
That breeding thing again. I move my hands in front of my belly. Why does that turn me on? Is this all part of the dating practice—he’s showing me how some guys are?
I know how my brothers are. They work hard, they play hard… I want him to play with me.
He motions to my top. I stare at the pink stripe on the seam. I think about the lack of consistency my brothers offer. I angle my arm to look at the dandelion seeds that have blown free. It’s only in letting go that they can blossom into their own flower.
Am I going through with this? All I have to do is open my mouth and let the words roll off my tongue.
My lips part. The cool room air enters my mouth as I inhale. It gives me life as my body warms it. I let the same air carry my words in place of an exhale. “Well, Daddy, since I’m not in the mood to get dressed, what next?”
The only sign that we’re not frozen in time is the pre-cum dripping down the side of his shaft. How far will he go?
“Look down and see how beautiful you are.”
Surprisingly simple. I lower my gaze. My dusky nipples stand perky against my lighter skin. My curls match my black hair. The curves of my breasts, waist, and hips are truly beautiful now that I’m stopping to think about them. And my toenails that are painted bright red to match my manicure. I love that little bit of familiarity and order.
“Come sit on my lap.”
With each step forward, I think about stopping. I think about protecting myself from the unknown. About adhering to my own rules About the broader judgement of society’s rules.
Yet I push off the ball of my left foot and swing it forward, then do the same with my right, unable to stop myself.
I step wide to plant my feet on either side of his, set my hands on his shoulders, and bring my knees onto the chair to straddle his lap.
That primal need that he mentioned… I feel it. The pull, the need, the desire. Raising up on my knees, I slide my curls up and down his shaft.
“My Love, are you submitting to me?” His voice has dropped an octave.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Daddies don’t have to follow the rules.” His tone has gone stern.
I swallow, giving myself a second to back out before answering, “I know.”
His hands lift from the arms of the chair, travel delicately up my thighs, over my hips and waist, and stop to massage my breasts.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
