Page 52 of Babydoll

The king-size bed is laden with rose petals, an essential oil diffuser pumps light fragrance throughout the room and candles flicker shadows onto the walls.

“It’s…” She turned to me, eyes wide and glassy. “Beautiful.”

“I thought you deserved a little romance.”

She hugs me, a sniffle indicating what I already knew. No one had ever done this for her. No one had ever made her feel like the special person she is.

“I plan to spoil you tonight, babydoll. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to boss you around while I do it, yeah?”

She looks at me coyly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Grizz.”

“That’s Daddy Grizz to you.” Threading my fingers through her hair, I pull her mouth to mine. Gently teasing her mouth open to allow my bossy tongue access.

She mewls in my mouth as I cup the back of her head with one of my hands and let the other wander down her body.

“Naked,”I demand, break the kiss. “I want you naked.”

“Yes, sir,” she says and pulls off her knit dress. My mouth waters the moment she tosses it into the corner of the room. She’s wearing lingerie, pretty pink silk and lace, lingerie and she was right earlier when she said three square meals did her body good because every sharp angle of her body is gone.

Smooth curves, milky skin, and a healthy glow was hidden by the dress and I have to swallow to avoid drooling. My cock aches with want for her.

“Maybe not naked yet,” I grumble watching the candlelight flicker over her skin. “Spin.” I twirl a finger in a circle and she obeys me, spinning around slowly.

I grit my teeth when I see her ass framed in the teeny lacey panties. When she’s back to facing me, I hook a finger at her. She once again obeys, ever so slowly coming to stand in front of me.

“The memory of you looking exactly like this…” I motion her top to bottom with my chin. “Will be etched in my mind until I take my dying breath.”

She reaches into the cup of her bra and pulls out a silver wrapped condom, holding it up. I reach for it, but she snatches it back, flicking it to the floor.

“Three months on the pill, we’re good to go bare, Grizz.”

I lick my lips, my cock lurching so hard I think it might tear through my zipper. She reaches behind her, unhooking her bra. I know she’s disobeying me, but I can’t help but stay silent because I want her bare for me. I want nothing between us, now and forever.

The bra drops to the floor and it takes every damn ounce of my restraint to keep my hands to myself. Her breasts are fuller now, rounded and creamy. Her nipples, tight, pebbled peaks, beg for my mouth. I bite my tongue at the sight of them, my body urging me to take at least one taste.

She slips her fingers into the band of her panties then, lowering them with aching slowness. And all I can do is take her in and try to remember to breathe.

And then, she does something that breaks my strength, actually shatters it into a million pieces. She balls up her panties, holds them out to me, and holds my gaze.

“Gag me, please.”

Fuck.

I take them, bringing them to my nose to breathe her in. My eyes flutter closed. Hell, they practically roll back in my head at her scent. When I open them again, her head is cocked and her innocent expression teases my inner beast.

Reaching out, I cup her chin in my hand. “Later,” I whisper. “I need that mouth for something else first.” Placing a soft kiss on her lips, I cup her breast with my free hand, kneading its plump weight.

“Mm, babydoll, you’re driving me wild tonight,” I say, my voice graveled with desire. Rolling her perfect pink nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I place my lips over hers to swallow her needy moan.

“Feel good?” I ask, releasing her chin to give the other nipple the same treatment.

A gasp escapes her well-kissed lips, and her head bobs, affirming my question.

“Be still,” I croon, and lean down to suckle each tight bud until she squirm with need.”

Stepping back, I eye the floor in front of me. She doesn’t miss a beat and drops to her knees so gracefully, it’s practically fucking art.

“Hands behind your back.”

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