Page 41 of Use Me, Daddy

“That’s what I thought,” he said, his lips brushing my ear as his hand slipped lower, resting on the curve of my ass. “You came in here thinking you could seduce me, but now look at you—trembling, needy, desperate for me to take control.”

I could feel my resolve crumbling, my knees weakening as his words sent a wave of arousal tumbling through me that was impossible to ignore. He was right—I was trembling. Every nerve in my body was on fire. Every touch of his fingers against my skin was sending sparks of desire coursing through me and I couldn’t make them stop.

“You’re so desperate to be in charge,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over my neck, making me arch against him. “But we both know the truth, don’t we? You want me to take control. You need me to bend you over my desk right now and fuck that tight little ass.”

I gasped, the words hitting me like a slap. I tried to push him away, tried to hold on to the last shreds of my pride, but he held me firm, his grip unyielding.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice harder now, more forceful. “Admit it, baby girl. Admit that you need Daddy’s cock inside you.”

Tears of frustration pricked at the corners of my eyes, my body betraying me, responding to him in ways I couldn’t control.

“Fine,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath. “You win.”

The grin that spread across his face was wickedly triumphant.

“Good girl,” he purred, his voice dropping to that dark, delicious whisper that had my thighs clenching together.

My pulse thrummed under his touch, and I could feel my breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts. I hated how easily he had gotten under my skin, but I couldn’t stop it. The way he looked at me left me feeling exposed and helpless.

He took a step back, his eyes never leaving mine, and his hand slid down to rest on my hip, guiding me toward the large mahogany desk behind him. My heart pounded as I realized what he wanted, the heat rising in my cheeks even more as my mind raced with a mix of anticipation and nerves.

“Bend over the desk, baby girl,” Aleksei said softly, but there was no mistaking the command in his voice.

My throat went dry, and I could barely breathe, the air thick with tension. Slowly, with my cheeks burning hot, I turned to face the desk, my hands trembling as I braced them on the cool, polished surface.

For a moment, I hesitated, the weight of what I was about to do crashing over me. But then his hand was on my lower back, firm and steady, pushing me just enough to guide me. And I let him, the thrill of surrendering, of choosing to obey, making my breath hitch and my heart pound in my chest.

I bent forward, feeling the smooth wood of the desk press against my thighs, my hair falling forward to curtain my flushed face. I knew he could see how nervous I was, how my body trembled, but I also knew he wouldn’t stop. Not now.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble of approval that sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.

His hands slid down my back, slow and deliberate, and I squeezed my eyes shut, biting back a gasp.

This was it. There was no going back now.

His fingers brushed over the curve of my back, tracing a line down to my hips. He pressed down lightly, urging me to lower myself further over the desk, and I obeyed, the blush on mycheeks deepening. The way I was spread out before him, so vulnerable, made my heart race. I wanted to fight it, to hold on to whatever was left of my pride, but I could feel it melting away under his touch.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice smooth and dangerously soft, like he was savoring every second of my surrender. “All that fire, all that defiance… and now you’re here, bending over my desk because youneedDaddy to take control…”

I squeezed my eyes shut, biting down on my lip to keep myself from answering. I didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to give him that satisfaction, but my body was betraying me. The way I was pressing myself against the desk, the way I gasped every time his fingers ghosted over my skin—it was all too much.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded, his tone firmer now, and I obeyed, blinking away the haze of need clouding my vision. He was standing behind me, close enough that I could feel his heat, but still just out of reach. Teasing. Torturing.

I turned my head slightly to glance back at him, but before I could say anything, his hand slipped down to the hem of my skirt, slowly pushing it up over my hips. The cool air hit my bare thighs, and I shivered, a gasp slipping past my lips before I could stop it.

“That’s better,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone as he exposed me further, his eyes raking over me like he was admiring a piece of art. “You’ve been fighting me so hard, Amy. But the truth is… you’ve wanted this from the start. You’ve wanted Daddy to take control, haven’t you?”

I shook my head, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my surrender, but he only chuckled, a dark, knowing sound that sent a rush of heat flooding through me.

“Still so stubborn,” he whispered, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, making me arch involuntarily. “But we’ll get there. I’ll make you admit it. I’ll make you beg for it.”

His fingers slid higher, barely grazing where I was aching for his touch, just over the fabric of my panties, and I let out a soft whimper, hating how easily he was breaking me down. But at the same time, there was something liberating in it, something that made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t in years.

“I can feel how wet you are, how badly you want me to take you. But I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you need, baby girl,” he continued, his voice low and coaxing.

Slowly, he pulled my panties down, baring me inch by inch. I could feel the lacy waistband drag down my cheeks, could feel the cool air caress my naked pussy, and then he jerked them down so that they fell to my feet. Gently, he guided one foot out of them and then the other before he laid them beside me on the desk.

My eyes flicked at once to the wet spot on the seat of my panties. I couldn’t even deny how aroused I was now with the evidence laid bare right in front of me.

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