Page 13 of The Music in Me

I wondered if this was still part of the game. The look in his eyes told me otherwise, but I didn’t get any time to ponder that because he was kissing me, which took my breath away. The goggles got in the way, and he pushed mine out of the way before ripping his off and resumed kissing me. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and arousal pooled between my legs.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he ravished my mouth and stroked his tongue against mine. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer until our bodies were melded together, and I could feel his erection against my thigh. I was wet and ready, open to being undressed and taken right there in the open.

Leon suddenly pushed me away and took a step back, both of us panting for breath as we stared at each other.

“Was that my reward?” I asked him, and he looked confused for a few seconds before slowly shaking his head.

“No, Kira. That was me kissing you because I wanted to. Depending on your performance for the rest of the day, your reward or punishment comes later tonight.”

He cleared his throat, and I watched him shift slightly, trying to find a comfortable position for the erection in his pants. It felt somewhat good to know I was not the only one affected by this. Only slightly, though. I was still horny as hell and in desperate need of a release.

“What now?” I asked. “I should probably go back and try to write again?”

“Do you want to?”

“Not really.”

“Good. I have something else planned.”

“Okay,” I said immediately, not caring what it was as long as it meant spending time with him. “Um, exactly what did you plan for us?” I asked a few minutes later as he led me back into the house.

“You’ll see,” he said, chuckling and pointing me in the direction of my bedroom. “I left an outfit on your bed for you. How about you put that on and meet me…” His phone vibrated, and he glanced at it. “Perfect timing! Go ahead and change your outfit, then meet me in front of the house.”

“Can I get a hint at least?”

“No hints. Run along now and do what Daddy asked you to.”

I grinned and nodded my head as I walked into my room. A pair of riding boots sat on the floor, and a complete outfit was laid out on the bed. I wondered what Leon was up to now. I didn’t remember seeing a horse anywhere around the cabin when we arrived, and I was sure he would have mentioned it if there had been one.

I put on the outfit and paused to admire myself in the mirror, loving the way the outfit looked on me. It was a little snug, stretching around my curves and clinging to my body like a second skin, but the material was soft and stretchy enough to fit comfortably. I was about to put on the riding shoes when Leon walked back into the room.

His eyes lit up when he saw me and he nodded in approval. “Looks like they got the size right,” he said as he walked around me. “I was worried about that.” He stopped when he was standing behind me, and I heard a faint huff of disapproval. “Are you wearing anything under your clothes?”

“No. I mean, I have underwear on, but…”

“I told you to change into the outfit on the bed. I would have included a pair of underwear if I wanted you to wear any. Take off your clothes.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, eyes wide with shock. “You really expect me to walk around without underwear.”

“You’ll walk around naked if I asked you to,” he retorted. “Now take off the clothes, or I’ll take them off for you.”

I considered calling his bluff but knew that would just make things worse. After what happened at breakfast and the kiss in the backyard a few minutes earlier, the last thing I needed was Leon taking off my clothes when the possibility of relief was not promised. I took my shirt off first, watching him as I pulled the clothes over my head and dropped it on the bed.

My bra went next, and he licked his lips as my breasts swung free. He was not hiding the hunger in his eyes, and I decided to tease him a bit by cupping them and thumbing my nipples with my thumb. The bulge in his pants grew bigger, and his chest rose and fell as his breathing became faster.

“Stop,” he commanded softly.

“Stop what?” I asked, keeping my gaze on his as I grabbed the edge of my riding breeches and pulled them down my hips. “You’re the one who told me to take my clothes off, and that’s what I’m doing.” My panties went next, and I slowly walked across the room until I was in front of him. I tucked them in his front pocket and slid my hand across his chest, down his taut abdomen until I was only a few inches from cupping his manhood. Pulling back, I heard him draw a breath and smiled smugly as I stepped back a few steps and cocked my hand on my hips. “Like what you see?”

“Keep this up, and you’ll be begging for a long time tonight.”

“Bullshit,” I said immediately. “We both know you want this almost as much as I do.”

“Language, naughty girl.” He smiled and began to walk toward me. “You underestimate how much I like hearing you beg me to make you come.” He was standing right in front of me, and for an instant, it felt like he was going to push me down on the bed and give us both what he wanted. Taking a deep breath to bring himself under control, he picked up my top from the bed instead. “Raise your hands. Daddy’s going to dress you now.”

I did, and he helped me put on my top. Same with the breeches, and I could feel his breath sweep across the curls above my sex as I raised one leg after the other. All I needed to do was tip my hips up and his face would be buried between my legs. It took every ounce of self-control not to give in to the voice in my head telling me to do it. It should have felt ridiculous, having my clothes worn for me by him, but somehow it felt right. It made me feel safe and taken care of. The resulting arousal from having Leon’s hands all over me was something I didn’t want to think about.

He helped me with the riding shoes, and when I was fully dressed, we stood and stared at ourselves in the mirror. Without a bra, my hard nipples poked through my shirt, and the clingy fabric of the breeches pressed against my pussy.

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