“As for what I want exactly.” Nate sets the wrench down on the sink and takes a step forward, causing my breath to catch in my throat. “I could show you? Or would you like me to spell it out?”
He leans over and his warm exhale tickles my cheek.
“Tell me,” I whisper.
“I want your body,” Nate says. “I want to touch it and feel you and be inside you. I want to make you scream for me.”
At his words, a spasm of desire shoots through my flesh. Beneath my sweatpants, my knees are trembling. Not with fear though, with excitement.
“I want that too,” I say.
In the blink of an eye, his hand is on my waist, and he’s pulled me closer so my hands are pressed against his chest. It’s as hard as I’ve imagined it, and I can feel the mysterious press of his erection through his jeans.
“But Nate, first you have to know something.” I flush with nerves, but I refuse to be embarrassed. I’m not ashamed of my choices, I just want him to know before we go any further. “I’m a virgin.”
He raises one brow, but he doesn’t look overly-shocked or disgusted.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks.
I nod.
“You have to say yes,” he whispers in my ear. “And you have to keep saying yes, so I know you mean it.”
A smile twitches at my lips. “Yes, Nate, I want this.”
Nate’s large hands skims over the front of my stomach and down to the sliver of bare skin above my waistband. “I’ll be gentle. Or rough. Whatever you want.”
His head is bent over me, and I’m pressed against his torso, and our lips are inches apart, but he hesitates, keeping me in suspense.
“I think I want you to tell me what to do.” I give him a playful smile. “I trust you.”
Something sensual and deep flashes in his dark eyes. “Then I’ll take care of you.”
Lust, hot and heavy, courses through me. I never thought this would happen this way, in my bathroom with my landlord who came over to fix a water heater, but it feels so right.
I want him to take care of me, I realize. My whole life, I’ve taken care of myself. I like being in control at school and in my career. But not in this. For once, I want someone else to be in control.
A thought flashes through my head, but I hesitate. I’m not sure if Nate would be into it. He might think it’s weird.
I straighten my spine and let my hands rest on his arms, every inch of my skin buzzing in excitement.
“I want you to teach me things,” I say. “Please.”
“You have such good manners.” Nate presses his lips to my neck, and I gasp. “Such a good girl.”
Sensation courses through me at his low and rumbling voice.
I want it so bad, and I want it to be like I’ve imagined it. I want it to be everything I want. So I decide to ask.
“If you’re going to teach me things,” I say. “I want to call you Daddy.”
I look at his chest instead of his face. I’m nervous. I know it’s a little risque, but when I picture Nate telling me what to do and me following his every order, I want to use the word. I want him to have the power. I trust him in this.
Nate’s arm clenches around my back, and when I look up there’s a wicked grin on his face. I realize that he’s just as into it.
“Will you be good for me?” he growls.
I nod. “Yes, Daddy. I promise.”
Just saying the words makes my pussy throb. I grip his shoulders and lean into him.
Nate leans back and pushes me away. He sits down on the toilet, his legs spread out. I take in the sight of him, all muscle and brawn and devilish good looks. My stomach is erupting with butterflies. Some of it is due to nerves, but more of it is sweet anticipation of what Nate is going to teach me.
“The first thing you need to learn,” Nate says. “Is how to undress for me, nice and slow.”
I nod. “What should I do first, Daddy?”
Nate sucks in his breath and lifts his chin.
“Take off your shirt. Nice and slow.”
I grip the hem of my shirt and slowly lift it up, exposing inch after inch of my skin. Nate watches me with single focused intensity. It’s insane how he can make me feel things only with his words and eyes.
I raise the shirt above my head and then let it fall to the floor, leaving me in my simple white bra. Nate’s eyes rake over my exposed chest and down my stomach to the waistline of my sweatpants. I reach for them and he leans forward.
“No, not yet,” he says. “I’m going to take those off for you.”
He cocks his head and a glint sparks in his eyes. “You moved too fast, how should I punish you?”
My lips part at the sinister yet sensual tone of his voice.
“Maybe just a small spanking,” Nate mutters. “Since it was only your first mistake.”
My ears perk up, and my body throbs with eagerness. “Alright, Daddy.”
Nate lifts a finger and beckons me closer. I step forward until I’m between his knees. He reaches up and delicately plucks my glasses off my face. He folds them with care and sets them on the sink. Then he grips my hips and maneuvers me until I’m face down over his legs. I suck in my breath as he lifts his hand and brings it down, firm but not too painful.
He keeps his hand on my bottom and squeezes, and I suck in my breath.
“Do you like when I touch you like this?” he asks.
“Yes,” I gasp, my hair falling in my face as I stare down at the ground. “Yes, Daddy.”
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