I lean against the doorway to the kitchen and give her a sober look. “I’ll think about it.”
I turn and walk to the fridge, waiting for her response, but she doesn’t say anything at first. I remove the box with the treats and take two forks and some napkins with me into the other room where she’s waiting. She’s eyeing the wine with a little pouty frown, her elbows on her knees.
“Is this how we’re playing things now?” she asks.
“Playing?” I say seriously. “I’m not playin’ at anything.”
I place the napkin down beside her and open the box. “Now, which should we sample first?”
She peers into the box, then turns away with a little huff. “On second thought, I’m not hungry. Oooh!” She gasps when I drag her onto my lap and spin her around to face me. Her legs straddle either side of me, her eyes wide and curious.
“What are you doing?”
I take her chin and hold it, lean in, and brush my lips against hers. “Stop pouting."
“I’m not pouting.”
“Lying will get you punished as well.”
She bites her lip and gives me the tiniest smile.
“Is that what you want, Bryn?”
She shakes her head and looks at me demurely from below her lashes. “No, sir.”
My cock stirs, pressing up against her backside.
I tip my finger under her chin. “Do you still want a drink, pretty girl?”
She nods. “Aye.”
“Good. Then I think you’ll earn it, with a bit of a striptease.”
She shakes her head from side to side, but she’s already pushing herself to stand in front of me. “I'll tell you what to start with.”
She freezes, her hands at the edge of the dress. “I may need some help, though. This zipper’s hard to do on my own.”
“I’ll feed you dessert while you’re naked in my lap, and we’ll wash down every bite with champagne. What do you think of that plan, darlin’?”
She bows her head and nods. “Oh, aye. I’d love that.”
“Perfect. Off with the shoes first, then.”
She kicks off the spiky heels, and she's so much shorter without them. It's adorable. She can't be more than five foot, so little I feel like I could pick her up and stick her in my pocket.
“You’re a tiny little thing.”
She shrugs. “Dynamite’s little, too.”
I chuckle. “Aye. Next, the dress, please.”
She nods, takes the hem of the dress, and lifts it up her legs, shimmying as she removes it. She does a bit of a jig as she does this, since the dress is so tight.
“Could do the zipper, but it’s a bugger,” she mutters, and I chuckle again watching her antics. Her arse is striped and pink from my belt, her thighs as well. She’s got the perfect hour-glass figure. I could dive between those curves and get lost forever.
Her breasts jiggle as she wriggles, and my already-hard cock stirs. Jesus.
Beautiful.
