Page 10 of Unwrap Me

If he says those words one more time, I might not be able to make it upstairs before I’m a puddle at his feet.

The elevator dings, and the doors part, opening up the next floor of Desire. Chris wraps his arms around my waist and moves me forward, his gentlemanly touch making me even needier. I almost whine again, thinking I’ll keep at it until he finally takes me upstairs and does all the dirty things he promised, but I don’t. Trying my best to keep my brattiness in check, he navigates me out of the elevator.

“This is the voyeur floor,” he tells me, like a tour guide showing me around an ancient city. His voice filled with the same awe I’m experiencing as I take in the room.

“Wow,” I breathe out, my eyes darting around. This floor is different from the one downstairs. It’s still large and decorated in red and black, plus all the Christmas decor. But the right side of the room is lined with floor-to-ceiling glass windows, each looking into a different room.

“Come here.” Chris tugs on my hand, leading me away from the glass windows and over to one of the leather couches that takes up space in the center of the room. He sits down, spreading his legs wide, making the fabric of his dress pants stretch around his cock. I lick my lips at the sight.

“You still haven’t told me your fantasy yet, Noelle.” He tsks, pulling me close to him. “I believe your exact words were ‘I’ll only tell if I get to sit on your lap.’ Well, be a good girl, sit on my lap, and tell me.”

I swallow hard. There are people around us, most of them are watching what’s going on behind the glass windows in the voyeur rooms, but still, anyone could see us. I remember telling him that I’d only tell him if I sat on his lap, but I only said that because I didn’t know what to tell him and I thought I was being funny.

But now that he actually wants me to sit on his lap and tell him my fantasies?

Heat rises beneath my skin, and I look down at Chris’s sly smile. The asshole is enjoying making me squirm.

Inhaling a deep breath, I turn to the side and slowly sit down on his lap.

“Not like that, silly girl. Straddle my thighs.” Chris’s grip is rough on my hips as he lifts me back up to standing and ushers me to sit the way he asked. My cheeks are burning, and my hands reach out, gripping onto his shoulders to steady myself. As my pussy rests heavily on his thigh, sparks light up my core. It doesn’t help that my panties are still soaked from earlier, and if I sit here for too long, I’ll probably leave a damp spot on his pants.

“Good, now grind your sweet cunt against my thigh while you tell me what you want for your Christmas present.”

“Chris-” I barely have his name past my lips before his eyes narrow in a warning. “Daddy,” I correct myself, the name whiny on my tongue. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. This is what you asked for, remember? So tell me, Noelle, what did you fantasize about tonight? Hmm, what did you imagine Daddy doing as you touched your sweet pussy? You did touch yourself thinking about this, didn’t you? I bet you did, dirty girl.”

The organ in my chest pounds a quick rhythm. How does he know? How can he see right through me?

“Answer me,” he demands.

“Yes. I did. I touched myself after you messaged me.”

His lips I still haven’t even kissed tick up into a smirk. “And what did you think about, baby girl?”

“You.” His hands grip onto my hips, forcing me to grind against his thigh. Embarrassment creeps up when I moan freely, coating my neck and face in a deep crimson shade that I bet matches his suit. But Chris doesn’t stop. He urges me to keep going.

“I thought about you punishing me…”

“How?”

“Spanking. I thought about you spanking me.”

Humming a sound of approval, he says, “Yeah, baby girl, you want to take my punishments tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I shudder as I press harder against him, pleasure reaching all the way to my toes.

“What else?”

“You fucking me.” I’m getting close. Again. I rock my hips more, friction hitting my clit perfectly. I could come like this… if he lets me.

“Such a dirty little girl. Are you getting close to coming in front of all these people?” I moan again, this one in relief. I’m going to come right here in the open where anyone could see.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Don’t.” Chris’s hands tighten on my hips, forcing me to stop my movements. A whimper escapes me as desperation crawls up my skin. “Your pleasure is mine tonight, baby girl. Only I get to see you come.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to beg and plead, but Chris is already moving, lifting me off his lap so I’m on my shaky legs.

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