Page 35 of Giddy Up, Daddy

Oh. Right.

“Keep going,” she whispered.

“So brave,” he said quietly as he undid her jeans and drew them down to her owl slippers.

Darn it. Not the sexiest thing she could be wearing.

“Sit back,” he commanded, taking off her owl slippers, then sliding her jeans off over her feet so she sat there in a T-shirt, bra, and panties.

“Now, the way I see it, your punishment should fit the crime,” he said in a low voice as he pushed her legs apart before running his hands up her thighs to cup her pussy.

Could he feel how wet she was through her panties?

Surely not, right?

She swallowed heavily.

“So I think that it’s only fair if you make yourself come while I watch.”

Chapter Twelve

What?

That had to be a joke. Right? There was no way that she could . . . that he could expect her to . . .

Make herself come.

While he watched.

She couldn’t even say ‘pussy’, how could she be expected to touch herself?

With him watching.

“I . . . I can’t . . .” She shook her head.

“No?”

“Noo,” she groaned.

“Hmm.” He ran his finger under her panties and through her slick lips. “But you’re so wet. Don’t you want to come, darlin’? Don’t you want to shatter while you scream my name?”

Yes.

She wanted that so much.

“I do . . . I just can’t touch myself.”

“Yes, you can.”

Blakely shook her head frantically. “Please, I can’t.”

“Lie back,” he commanded.

Lying on her back, she stared up at the ceiling. She didn’t know whether not looking at him made things better or worse.

“Put your feet up on the mattress and spread your legs wide.”

She did as he ordered without thought.

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