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“Why not?”
Cricket knew what she hoped the answer would be, but wasn’t sure what she would actually get. It got harder to concentrate on what he said when he slipped an arm around her waist and drew them close until they were pressed together from hip to shoulder. The feel of his hard body against her softer one took her breath away and she held onto his biceps in case she lost her balance.
“Because I’ve had my suspicions that you were a Little, and I would never want to hurt you by joking about something so close to your heart. Little girls can have such tender feelings.”
That was a pretty good answer, and poked her right in those tender feels.
“Cricket?”
“Yeah?”
“Unless you tell me ‘no’ or ‘not yet,’ I’m going to kiss you now, and I can’t make any promises about when I’m going to stop.”
Cricket swallowed hard, and hoped he didn’t interpret that as a “no thank you” because goodness did she want that. The craving only got more intense as he slid a hand up her spine and into her hair, and closed it into a fist at her nape. He used the tension on her scalp to tip her head back and after one last scan of her face, he lowered his mouth to hers.
She closed her eyes and surrendered. She’d been with men who said they were dominants but then approached her so tentatively she felt as though she was in charge. Doctor Pierce was anything but, handling her confidently and sculpting her to his wants.
A small sound of pleasure and submission escaped her, and he responded with a noise of his own. Not quite a growl, but not far from one either, and Cricket found herself backed up against a wall. Surrounded by delicious pressure on both sides, she sighed.
“That’s a good girl, Cricket. Let me in,” he murmured against her mouth.
She yielded, parting her lips, and then his tongue was tangling with hers, searching, stroking, penetrating. Her body buzzed and softened at the same time, and she welcomed the knee he pressed between her thighs. She boldly canted her hips to get some friction over her clit.
They kissed for a while, his hand roaming from her hair to gripping the back of her neck and kissing her so deeply she might drown, and he moved from circling her waist to hitching her knee up. The change allowed him to fit his hips between her legs and she could feel the thick, firm length of his erection against her belly. She couldn’t help but rock against it, wishing it was inside her.
Cricket felt a bit feisty when he broke their kiss, even though she could use the lungfuls of oxygen she could draw now. She would’ve given that up for more of his mouth.
“Can you come like this, babygirl? Hmm? Can you come from rubbing your hot little pussy on Daddy’s cock?”
It was a good thing he had her backed up against a wall because she was pretty sure the one knee that was supporting her gave out.
“I-I think so? Keep talking to me, please,” she begged.
“Who are you asking, Cricket?”
“You, Daddy,” she told him, and loved the flash of desire in his eyes. If she wasn’t mistaken, there was triumph in his expression too. He’d won, and she was the prize.
“That’s right. Now be a good girl and work that sweet cunt on Daddy’s cock until you come.”
That was an order she didn’t find challenging to obey. Oh no. This one she was downright delighted by. Even through the layers of their clothes—her pajamas and panties, his grey sweats—she could feel him.
“Fuck, babygirl, I can’t wait to be buried inside you. Do you know how many times I’ve gotten off imagining my head between your legs? I bet you taste so sweet. I’m going to devour you. Lick your princess pussy until you come all over my face. And then I’m going to fuck you until you scream. So many things I’ve been dreaming of doing to you, sweetheart.”
Cricket bit her lip and imagined all those things too. She had before, but knowing their feelings were mutual made the fantasy even more intense, like going from black and white to color.
“Do you like to be spanked, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” she told him, and groaned when he swiveled his hips just so.
“I’ve fantasized about having you over my lap and spanking that juicy bare bottom countless times. I can’t wait to see my pink handprint on your creamy ass. Daddy’s going to spank you when you’re good and when you’re naughty. Are you a good girl or a naughty girl, Cricket?”
“Both?” she offered, feeling so, so close to a climax.
“My favorite,” Doctor Pierce rumbled and then kissed her again.
Except he wasn’t Doctor Pierce anymore, was he? He was Daddy, and he was demanding she rub one out on his cock as he pinned her against a wall. If this was a dream, she didn’t want to wake up.
He used his grip on her knee to spread her legs a fraction of an inch farther, circled his pelvis in that achingly perfect way, and—
