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I pull the silk tie loose with one smooth motion. The dress falls open, revealing the pale, creamy expanse of her stomach, the black lace of her bra barely containing the full swell of her breasts, and the matching black lace panties that hug the generous curve of her hips.

"Jesus Christ," I mutter. "Look at you."

I push the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool on the bed behind her. My hands slide up her sides, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts through the lace. "You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are, do you?"

Megan's breath catches. "I⁠—"

"Don't argue with me." My voice drops lower, firmer. "When I tell you you're beautiful, you say 'thank you, Daddy.'"

Her eyes widen behind the mask, her lips parting. "Thank you... Daddy."

"That's my good girl." I cup her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. "Now lie back and let Daddy take care of you."

Megan obeys, sinking back onto the pillows, her dark hair fanning out around her. I stand at the foot of the bed, drinking in the sight of her—curves and softness and trembling anticipation.

I strip off my shirt slowly, watching her eyes track every movement. When I reach for my belt, her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

"Eyes on me," I command. "I want to see how much you want this."

I unbuckle my belt and let my trousers fall, stepping out of them along with my boxer briefs. My cock juts out, thick and hard, and Megan's gaze drops immediately.

"You're staring, baby."

"I can't help it," she whispers.

"Good. Keep looking." I wrap my hand around my shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip. "This is what you do to me. You make me so fucking hard I can barely think straight."

Megan's thighs press together, and I notice immediately.

"Spread your legs."

She hesitates for only a heartbeat before obeying, her knees falling open. The damp spot on her black lace panties is unmistakable.

"Fuck," I growl. "You're already soaking for me, aren't you?"

"Yes," Megan breathes.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"That's right." I climb onto the bed, settling between her thighs. My hands slide up her legs, thumbs tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "And Daddy's going to make you feel so good you forget your own name."

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties. "Lift your hips."

Megan obeys, and I drag the lace down her legs, tossing it aside. Then I look at her—really look—and feel my control slip another dangerous notch.

She is bare, her pussy pink and glistening, her thighs trembling as she lies exposed before me.

"Fucking perfect," I murmur. I run one finger through her wetness, and Megan gasps. "So wet already. Tell me, baby—have you been thinking about this? About a stranger's hands on you?"

"Yes," she admits, her voice breaking.

"What did you imagine?" I circle her clit slowly, watching her hips jerk. "Did you imagine someone touching you like this? Making you come?"

"Yes—oh God⁠—"

"Did you touch yourself thinking about it?"