“Hm?” she continued typing.
I narrowed my eyes at the screen. She wasn’t reading smut, then why was she so interested in her laptop? “How are you feeling?” I asked her.
I needed to be sure of her mental well-being before toying with her.
“Horny. Extremely horny.” She shivered, her legs trembling. “I want you to bend me over the desk and fuck me.”
Good.Verygood.
“And what if I don’t?” I asked, wrapping my hand around her hair and tugging it back until her slender neck arched. Her lips parted as she looked at me. “What if I play with you for fun? Make you do embarrassing things, hm?”
“W-what?”
Releasing her hair, I bit her neck. “Daddy’s in a dirty mood, Princess.”
38
DIRTY DADDY
CHELSEA
My heart beat quickened hearing the smoky deep tone. Even though he had cockwarmed me with his dick pulsing inside me, I knew that whatever he had planned was going to be scary. And fun.
I craved it.
“So what?” I asked, clenching my walls around him and whimpering at the feeling of being full to the hilt.Why did he have to be so handsome and big and perfect in every way?
His hands tightened around my waist, his hot breath fanning over the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “So what, huh?” His tone was dark and full of sinful promises. I got wetter, hearing the low baritone of his voice. “You want your dirty daddy to fuck you up, hm, Princess?”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded.
“I know, dirty girl,” he growled, pulling me off of his hard length and making me whimper at the loss of his warmth. “Do you remember I promised to punish you yesterday?”
I frowned when he kept me on the desk, my skirt falling over my thigh. I was touching myself during the shower when he found me and told me I was going to pay for it. Not because I touched myself—but because I didn’t invite him to watch me play withhis pussy.
“I-I remember, Daddy,” I said, eyeing the throbbing veins of his cock and licking my lips. His tip was already leaking with pre-cum, and I wanted him in my mouth.
But he covered his cock with his boxers.Boooooo!
“You remember your safe-word?” He asked, standing up and towering over me. I loved how muscular and tall he was, especially when he used his frame to make me feel small during our playtime.
I nodded. “Green, yellow and bunny.”
“Good girl.” His eyes softened for a moment, his lips brushing over my forehead. “Use them if you need to.”
I took a deep breath when he asked me to close my eyes and waited patiently. The anticipation made my skin hum with pleasure, my body warm and ready for whatever he had in-stored for me.
I jumped when something warm and leather-like touched my neck, a sound of the clasp making me clench. It was my collar.
“Strip,” he ordered, taking a step back and sitting down in his chair. “Remove everything.”
I touched the collar and dug myself deeper into the grave by asking, “Even the collar, Daddy?”
He bit his cheek from smiling and answered, “I dare you to remove it, Princess.”
Nope. I wasn’t falling for his sweet words. He’d spank me with a ruler if I dared to remove the collar during the playtime. Besides, I didn’t want to remove it. I enjoyed the way it made me feel. Safe and cared for. And all his.
Instead of answering him, I tugged off my blouse and bra, shivering as cold air pebbled my nipples. His obsidian eyes remained on my face when I stepped out of the pooled skirt. Even my heels were off, my bare feet pressing on the soft rug.
