“I’m picturing you without the dress,” I say frankly. Her face flushes.
“I thought you liked the dress.”
I shrug as I walk up to her. “I’d like it better if it were on the floor. Take it off.”
She steps back, her hand sliding up to her left shoulder strap. She pauses, looking at me with narrowed eyes. “Maybe we can keep it on.”
“Or maybe I’ll rip it off you.”
She feigns surprise at me, the corners of her mouth turning up. “So aggressive.”
“Not a fan of being teased,” I say. “If you keep it up, I might feel the need to punish you before fucking your brains out.”
She bites her lip. “But you know I’m a good girl, Roman.”
“Are you? Show me by playing your role. Take off the dress.”
This game of cat and mouse is cute, but I’m more interested in seeing how well she bends to my will. Easy or hard, I don’t care. It gets me going either way.
She slides one strap down, then she steps away from me, toward the stairs. Okay. Hard it is.
I close the gap between us and take her around the waist. I take a handful of her hair and pull her head back. She gasps as she clutches my dress shirt.
“Good girls listen,” I growl as I lean in, my mouth just barely touching the skin of her neck. Goosebumps raise up on her skin as my breath brushes against it. This torture is as much for her as it is me. My dick is so hard it feels like it’s going to burst against my zipper.
“Since you want to be bad,” I say between kisses on her neck, “then you have to pay the price.”
I release her for a moment, but only just long enough to turn her around and push her toward the banister. Then I lift the already too short dress up over her hips.
A little red thong sits between her creamy white ass cheeks. It couldn’t be more perfect. I grab her ass with both hands and she leans into me, practically begging me to take the thong off.
“You’d love it if I fucked you right here,” I say as I rub my hands over her soft skin. “Right up against the banister.”
“Yes, I would,” she says. I smack her right ass cheek hard. She yelps and jumps, leaning away from me. I grab her hips and pull her back.
“‘Yes, Sir’,” I say. “Or ‘Yes, Daddy.’ You got that, baby girl?”
She doesn’t answer. She’s biting her lip as if to hold back. I slap her ass again and her eyes roll up.
“What do you say, Ember?”
Nothing. I slap both cheeks, one right after the other. This time, she cries out in ecstasy, her moan desperate and shaky. I grab her around the waist with one arm to hold her still, then I start spanking her repeatedly, watching her pure white skin turn from pink to red.
She tries to stifle herself. Biting hard into that bottom lip until finally, she can’t take it anymore. “Yes!” She cries out. “Yes, Daddy! Yes, Daddy!”
I rub my hand over her sore ass as she breaths loudly and moans against the railing. “Dress on or off, my love?”
“Off,” she says. And right before I smack her again, she adds, “Daddy.”
She leans into my hand as I rub her. The edges of her thong are getting dark with her juices. I move my hand to the fabric between her legs, finding her swollen clit easily through the fabric. The moment I touch it, she flinches away, but I hold her fast.
“Mm-mm,” I say. “You’re not going anywhere, baby.” I rub her clit in little circles. “You came into that restaurant in this little dress and those heels… and this thong. You’ve been trying to tempt me all night, haven’t you?”
I slide the thong to one side and slip two fingers inside her. Her walls clench around them as I move them in and out of her slowly. “Your pussy is practically dripping.”
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she says. “For weeks, Sir. I’ve been wanting you inside me for so long…”
“I don’t know if I’m done punishing you yet,” I say, though the sight of her soaking wet pussy is making my mouth water. The memory of her taste and smell has stuck with me for all this time. “I need you to come before I fuck you. Maybe I’ll make you come hard over and over again.” I thrust my fingers hard inside her and a quick shiver runs over her thighs. She’s getting so wet that her thighs are shining with her juices. And just as her knees start to weaken, I pull my fingers out and let her go.
