“This color is very becoming on you. I’ll have to remember that when I spoil my little girl with fancy gifts sometime soon,” he murmured.
I blushed. I hadn’t expected any sort of praise from the likes of him and I wasn’t prepared for the way it warmed my heart either because it made it feel like he actually cared.
He couldn’t, could he?
“Turn around,” he said softly, and I did. With practiced ease, he unclasped my bra and then his hands on my shoulders turned me back to face him. I stared at the floor. Sure, he’d seen me naked many times before, but this was different.
“So very beautiful, little girl. It pleases Daddy to see you entirely bare for him,” he said tenderly, and a soft hum of embarrassment fell off my lips. I shivered, not from the cold but from his observant eyes on my skin. He was still fully clothed and the dichotomy of power between us was so off-set. He was in control right now. I wasn’t.
I wasn’t brave enough to ask what he was up to. I was curious though, so I lifted my eyes, watching as he reached for me and gently took my left nipple between two fingers.
“Your body betrays you, little girl. I can see you fighting me but know that Daddy is going to win this little game.”
“What game?” I blurted and he simply smiled.
“Your breathing gets quicker when I touch you. Your eyes dilate, your shoulders round toward me. You want to submit to Daddy, but there’s something deep inside you fighting back,” he murmured.
I didn’t tell him that he was right. I wanted to fight him. I didn’t want to give in to these wicked desires that kept forcing their way out of me whether I liked it or not. I was a proud girl, and he wouldn’t be the one to break me.
He pinched my nipple more firmly before and then he twisted it hard. I gasped in surprise as he grasped my right side and repeated what he’d done to the other. I pitched forward toward him and he caught me as I stumbled, searing agony blazing across my breasts.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked. He smiled knowingly and then he slipped his fingers between my thighs.
I squeaked, trying to press my legs together.
His fingers slid through my folds with ease as he found me just as soaked as he had after he’d whipped me with his belt. My mouth had gone dry with that realization and I froze, unable to stop the way my nipples were pulsing with aching desire and how my pussy wanted to grasp every inch of that massive cock.
“I’m doing this because of this soaking wet little pussy. I’m doing this because I know what you need, little girl, and it’s about time Daddy gave it to you,” he declared, and I shuddered.
My clit throbbed hard. I didn’t want to tell him I wanted what he was offering because I was scared of what that might mean.
Was I a dirty girl? Would he like that? Did I want to call him Daddy?
He took my hand and pressed my palm against his cock.
Yeah. He most definitely liked that. He was hard as a fucking rock and the realization made my pussy tighten instinctively.
“Do you feel how hard you make Daddy, little girl?” he murmured as he slid his other hand around the back of my neck. He pulled my body flush against his and I gasped, now feeling his erection burning hot against my hip.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered.
My thighs pressed together, slipping against one another as my arousal dripped down them.
“Look at Daddy,” he instructed. I hesitantly raised my eyes to meet his and I couldn’t stop worrying my bottom lip. His gaze dropped to my mouth and he gently lifted my chin and pressed his lips to mine in a kiss so gentle that it made my head spin. His kiss was tender, and it caught me off guard. I didn’t know what to make of it.
He was so rough at times and so kind at others. I couldn’t anticipate what he would do next and that worried me.
I kissed him back. I don’t know why I did, but as his lips tangled with mine, that same needling feeling awoke once more. His kiss grew more demanding and possessive, which only fueled my desire for him even higher.
He was so hard against my hip and I shuddered, imagining him slipping between my thighs.
Did I want that?
Finally, he pulled away from me, leaving my lips swollen and achy from his kiss. I stared back into those soulful blue eyes. I remembered what they’d looked like on our wedding day and how I’d regretted my work for the first time that day.
He stripped in front of me, and I couldn’t keep my eyes from his naked flesh just as he couldn’t tear his away from mine. The tension between us was palpable. I wanted to trace my fingers along his corded biceps, edging onto the hard muscles of his chest and the many ridges that lined his stomach. Since I’d seen him last, he’d only gotten harder, his physique more toned and stronger. It made me feel so very small next to him, as if he could simply take me in his palm and crush me in one single blow.
The effect of that dichotomy was chilling and arousing at the same time.
My gaze drew downward as I admired the lines of his hips, the swell of his firm buttocks, and the hard jutting erection that seemed to call my name.
Fuck.
He was a filthy temptation, that’s all this was. Nothing more and nothing less. I turned my head, gazing at myself in the mirror rather than the devilishly naked man next to me.
I had to start thinking with my head and not with the needy little clit between my thighs.
He reached for me and his touch was molten fire. A soft gasp escaped
