chin before kissing my forehead. “Did you have a nap, sweetie?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I bet you were tired after your stressful morning.”
I flush. He’s right.
“Was she good for you?” he asks Master Brett.
“A perfect angel.” He shoots me one of his huge smiles and winks. “I gotta go, honey. See you next time.”
“Thank you for staying with me, Sir.” I’m proud of myself for thinking of being polite.
When he’s gone, Davis scoops me up and sits in my spot, holding me in his lap. He leans me back so that my head is once again on the arm of the couch, and I’m looking up at him.
He flattens his hand on my belly and tickles me just enough to make me giggle. When he stops, he leaves his hand spread out on my belly, the tips of his fingers brushing the undersides of my breasts. “Master Brett said you didn’t eat your breakfast.”
“I wasn’t hungry, Sir.”
He continues absently stroking my breasts. It’s hard to focus when he does that. He’s smiling, and his eyes are dancing with mischief as he takes Bunny out of my hands and sets her on the couch. He clasps my free hand next and pulls it over my head where he grips it with his free hand. My other arm is trapped against his chest.
I’m already panting when his palm lands on my belly again, and I suck in a sharp breath when he eases it up until he’s lightly cupping my breast, his thumb grazing over my already distended nipple. “I like this dress,” he murmurs in a low voice. “I knew the moment I pulled it over your head that it was going to distract me. It was hard to focus this morning before I left.”
I arch my chest into his touch as my lips part.
He continues thumbing my nipple. “I love when I can see these sweet little buds under your dress. I love how the front of this dress hugs them tight so I can see the outline. Are they always hard little points like this, Britney? Or does this dress heighten your arousal?”
I lick my lips. “It’s you, Sir.” I’m being honest. The dress isn’t helping, but every time I look at him, I feel horny.
“Hmm.” His grin widens and he holds my gaze as he pinches my nipple.
I’m still gasping from the sting when his hand slides over to torment the other nipple. “Maybe I’ll stop giving you dresses and let you run around the house all day in just your panties.”
I shudder, wetness filling my panties.
“Or better yet, I’ll stop dressing you at all and let you wear your nighties during the day. No panties. Thin translucent material that doesn’t hide the curve of your sweet little tits.” He emphasizes those words with another pinch to my nipple. It’s hard and makes me gasp but he releases it quickly.
His hand runs down to my belly and then he tugs what little of my dress is covering my panties up to my waist.
I have my knees pulled together and bent, drawn up nearly to his chest, but he presses them downward. “Open your legs, sweetie.”
I tremble as I part my thighs and let them fall open.
His hand trails down my inner thigh and then back up the other one. He does this several times, his gaze never leaving mine. Finally, he cups my pussy.
I moan at the contact and flush from the unavoidable truth that I’m soaked.
He drags his finger over the wet cotton and flicks my clit. “So wet for me…”
The intensity in his eyes and the fact that he’s still watching my expression makes my belly do flip flops. He just made me come this morning, and I’m so hot for him again that I can’t keep still.
“I think I’ll let you keep the panties actually. I like the fact that I can cup your pussy any time I want and find out how wet you are for me.” He continues to languidly tease my clit as he speaks, making me shiver.
His hand slides away from my pussy next and up my belly. This time he reaches under my dress and covers one of my breasts. He holds it reverently, like it’s precious to him, and I’m beginning to believe every inch of me is precious to him. He thumbs my bare nipple now, making my arousal continue to rise. “Mmm. I wonder if your arousal would be higher with or without the dress,” he ponders absently.