Page 5 of Unwrap Me

Get a grip, Noelle!

“Are you okay, baby girl?” he asks, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Baby girl.Those two words shouldn’t make my panties wet. And from any other mouth, I don’t think they would. But Chris’s voice is deep and gruff, and paired with the way one eyebrow lifts, I can’t help the fact that I’m already dripping.

“Y-yes,” I rush out, thighs clenching. “I’m good.”

He smiles like he knows exactly what he’s doing. Turning my brain to mush just by being in my mere presence.

Leaning in, he brings his lips close to my ear, but not quite touching me. “You look beautiful, sweet girl. Like a pretty little present, I can’t wait to unwrap. Have you been a good girl this year, Noelle?”

“No.” I shake my head. “Not even a little bit.”

He chuckles at that, a deep rumble sounding from his chest.

Short circuiting. That’s what’s happening to me. My wires are definitely faulty because hisvoiceshouldn’t be that alluring.

“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight,” he says, a wicked grin stretching across his lips. “If at any point you’re uncomfortable with our games and you want to stop, what are you going to say?” His face is back in front of mine, eyes focused on me. I feel like I’m being quizzed. Kink quizzed. And not the kind I filled out on the app that asked me all my preferences.

It feels like if I don’t pass Chris’s quiz, he’ll put me back in my coat and send me on my way.

Why do I findthathot?

“Red,” I say, my tongue darting out to moisten my lips. Chris’s eyes track the movement, and I swear they darken at the sight.

“Good girl,” he praises. “And if you need me to slow down, or you need a break?”

“Yellow,” I answer. He told me this all already, like a stern father preparing me for a night out, laying down all the rules he expected me to follow. He was serious about the kink safety, and since I’d never met a man on a dating app before, let alone been to a kink club, he was adamant that I come prepared.

I’m notcompletelynew to BDSM. But everything I know comes from internet articles with titles likeThe Beginner’s Guide to BDSMand10 things you should know before engaging in BDSM.

Good thing I have a feeling Chris plans on teaching me a lot tonight.

“Give me a color now,” he says smoothly, one eyebrow lifted as he waits. He still hasn’t touched me, and I’m aching for it, my skin tingling in anticipation of finally feeling his hands on my body.

“Green,” I tell him without hesitation.

Chris groans at my immediate response, and then, before I can even process what’s happening, his hands are on me. He’s dragging me from the middle of the club floor where we’re standing, off to the side and around the corner where there’s a quiet little nook. I don’t have a chance to fully appreciate the couch and the ambience before Chris has me pinned against the wall, one hand pressed to the surface above my head and the other gripped onto my hip.

“Now,” he says, his commanding voice sending a chill down my spine. “You’re dressed like a little slut.” He tsks. “In front of all these people.” It’s a juxtaposition from moments ago when he asked if I dressed up for him with a twinkle in his eye. But we’re playing a game now, the one we both agreed to.

I feel almost giddy. The degrading words ignite a fire in my gut. “What do you have to say for yourself?” he growls in my ear with how close he’s hovering over me.

I blink my eyes as innocently as I can as I arch my back, pressing my tits against his chest. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“Such a little slut,” he groans, his hand squeezing my hip. “You’re not sorry. But you will be.”

A bolt of electricity ripples down my spine and settles between my legs. I have a feeling Chris isn’t going to let me get away with my sassy behavior and, for some reason, that makes me want to be even more of a brat.

“I don’t know, old man,” I say, quirking a brow as I look into his eyes. “Do you think you can handle me?” My smile might look sweet to some, but he knows it’s taunting. And I can tell Chris likes it by the way his cock hardens, straining behind his pants. I can feel it pressed against my abdomen from the way he’s pinning me to the wall.

“Oh, sweet Noelle. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. I’m going to enjoy punishing the brat out of you.”

“You can try,” I say, leaning up ever-so slightly on my tiptoes so my words ghost over his lips.

“Are you enjoying this, baby girl? Do you like mouthing off to Daddy, knowing it’s only going to get you punished?”

“Yes, Daddy.” My core tingles as I lick my lips.

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