The panties come off next.
I bet the other girls he’s been with could have made this a fun, sexy encounter; instead, I feel like I’m giving him the gynecologist-visit special.
I stand there hesitating, naked under the stretchy sweater dress.
“Take it off.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper and pull it over my head and drop it to the floor.
My hands reflexively come up to cover myself.
A low noise escapes his mouth. “Why don’t you want me looking at you?”
“It’s the middle of the day,” I croak.
“I took your virginity.”
“At night.”
“You were on your hands and knees for me, taking my cock up your ass.”
“Yes,at night, in the dark.”
He jerks his chin to one of the leather guest chairs in front of him.
“Sit.”
I hurry over.
At least the desk can block me.
He stands up, comes around the massive mahogany desk, and grabs the chair, dragging it and me across the carpet so that he can see me fully when he’s at his desk.
“Play with yourself. I want your hands all over those fat titties.”
Slowly, I unwrap my arms and start caressing my tits, kneading them, tweaking my fingers over the nipples.
It sends a little surge of wetness between my legs.
Graham watches me for a second then turns back to his computer, opens up an email, and starts typing a response.
He’s not even watching. Tears prick my eyes.
“You’re not going to—”
“Fuck you? No.”
“Then—”
“Because I enjoy your humiliation.”
I shift in the chair, sliding my fingers down to the V between the curves of my thighs.
“I said I want to see you.”
Those green eyes glance over at me.
I spread my legs on the seat, opening wide for him.
