your game to get what I want, then I will. But know this—it’s only a little bedroom game to me. Nothing more.”
As I say the words, I feel an intense tugging in my heart. Unnamed desires well in my core, calling me out, daring me to be brave enough to give in to them. I push them down, letting the shreds of my dignity hold tight to my lie.
He gives me a stern look. “You done, little girl?”
His gaze sends a tremble through me. Faking total confidence, I cross my arms over my chest, tilt my chin, and sniff. “Yes.”
He takes a step toward me. “My two things. Number one, I told you if you came back here, I was going to spank your ass. Hard.”
Holy shit. My ass cheeks clench, remembering his promise.
Did I make the right choice? My mind is screaming ‘run.’ My pussy is saying other things, dampening my panties as I press my thighs together. I say nothing.
He takes another step toward me. “Number two. Afterwards, you’re going to touch yourself until you come. And I’m going to watch.”
My heart is thumping in my chest, the blood whooshing in my ears. My tongue feels thick and I have no idea how to respond. I manage to get out, “What? I—”
But my words of protest are cut off by his predatory stalking toward me. I take a few steps back, putting my hands in front of me as if to keep him away.
Two more strides and he’s over to me. “One more thing—you’re going to love calling me Daddy.”
One arm snakes around my waist, his gentle touch sending tingles down my spine.
His other hand winds in the hair on the back of my neck.
I can feel the heat of his bare skin radiating through my dress. I look up, into his eyes, his face only inches from mine and the desire I see there makes an aching thrum pulsate in my core.
With one tug, he pulls my face next to his. His breath is hot in my ear as he whispers, “Last time you were here, you were a bad girl and didn’t do what Daddy said. This time you’re going to be a good little girl and follow all my rules.”
He’s barely touched me and I’m already so close to coming. Tingles dance across the back of my neck as I breathe, “You’re asking too much.”
He gives my hair a hard pull that makes me gasp. His demand burns into my ear, my soul. “Say ‘yes, Daddy.’”
How does he hold so much power over me? How does he make me feel weak and powerful and shameful and sexy all with a few words and a tug of my hair?
Giving into his powers, I cede my resistance. Closing my eyes, I whisper the humiliating, thrilling words of defeat. “Yes, Daddy.”
Suddenly, his mouth is on mine, kissing me hard. His hands are in my hair, cupping my breasts, caressing my curves. His touch is all consuming and I’m no longer a woman with things to do, worries in her busy mind.
I’m only touch and smell and sound, my senses focused on this moment, this man.
Nothing else exists.
His hands find the hem of the short dress I wore here to tempt him. He’s inching it up over my bottom. He’s under my dress, tugging at the waistband of my panties. He kisses his way down my neck, my breasts, my stomach, as he slowly pulls them down to the floor.
I step out of them.
His hands go to my waist. He’s got me over to the couch, he’s bending me over the big rounded arm of his sofa.
Panicked, my head flies over my shoulder. “Wait! What are you doing?”
“Exactly what I told you I would.” He bends down and his chest presses against my back, pinning me in place over the arm of the couch. His breath is hot in my ear as he says, “I told you when you came back to Daddy, I would spank you. Hard.”
With that, he rucks up my dress, exposing my bare ass. Holding me down with one huge, flat palm, he brings the other one down across the center of my bottom.
The pain is blinding, exploding over my ass. I struggle to face him over my shoulder, and my hair falls over my face. “Ow! That fucking hurt!”
“Such naughty language for a sweet girl. Does Daddy need to take his belt off?”
“No!”
He brings his hand down again. Even harder and in the same