Page 96 of Giddy Up, Daddy

Charlie hesitated and then looked at the bed. “How do you want me?” That had to be proof of how hard she was trying to be good.

“On your back, darlin.” He stroked the leather belt with two fingers as he pulled it through his hands, doubling it over and then snapping it.

The loud popping sound made her jump, but her pussy pulsed deliciously. She eased herself down on the bed, enjoying the tenderness he’d left on her backside, as her heated skin rubbed across the blanket. She pushed herself back and got comfortable. “Like this?”

“Mhm… spread those legs nice and wide for me, sweetheart.”

It was so hard to make herself do it, but she obeyed. Sam snatched a pillow from the head of the bed, and tucked it under her hips, raising her pussy and putting it on display. It wasn’t especially comfortable, lying like that, but she barely noticed.

All of her attention was on the belt in his hand, waiting, watching. Her mouth felt dry, and her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip in an anxious gesture. “Please, don’t be too mean, Daddy.”Whydid her voice sound as if she wanted the exact opposite.

“How mean is too mean? Would ten be too mean?” He watched her face as his hand stroked lightly over her calf.

What was the right answer to that? It felt like a trick. “Yes… maybe. I think so.”

“Hmm. How about one? Would one be too mean?”

It was definitely a trick. It had to be, but if the choice was ten or one... “No, I—wait.” Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed as she considered her answer. “How hard would they be?”

Sam laughed. “Fair question. How about one hard one, or ten not as hard. What would be meaner then?”

“What if I say it’s all mean?” She shifted on the pillow, drawing her legs a little closer together when her inner thighs began to ache from the stretch.

“I guess I’d come up with a third option. Do you want to find out what that would be?” His mouth was tilted up at one side. His blue eyes were half-lidded, giving him a sensual look that invited her to try it.

She did want to find out, but she wasn’t willing to risk it. She was left with the original two choices. One hard, but over and done with, or ten that wouldn’t be as bad, but she’d have to suffer through them.

“What if?—”

He shook his head once. “No more questions. Pick one, or I will.”

Ugh. It was so hard without more information, but that was the point of course. It was a game, and the choice was an illusion anyway. Whichever she picked, Sam would still guide things in the direction he’d already decided on. “Okay, then one.”

“You sure?” He drew out the second word, implying she was making a mistake.

She stuck with it. “Yes.”

“Okay, since you’re only getting one… we’re going to make sure it really counts.”

Charlie swallowed hard as her insides twisted. She just had to hope she hadn’t made a big mistake.

Chapter Five

He loved this. Loved the games. Loved making her decide her own fate, when they both knew full well the real decision was his. It was wicked and cruel, and Charlie was absolutely soaked.

If he touched her clit right now, she’d probably explode into a million pieces. But he wasn’t going to do that. She was already squirming with need and his threats and tricks were driving her closer to the edge.

Poor Charlie. He almost felt bad for her. Or would have, if he wasn’t hard as a rock and enjoying her predicament so much. “Having trouble keeping your legs spread, sweetheart?” He’d noticed her trying to inch them close.

“It’s—it’s the position. It’s hard to keep them that way.” She squirmed a little, shifting her canted hips.

He was sure that washalftrue. “Good point. Okay, let’s fix that.” The look of relief on her face was gone an instant later when he changed the position of the pillow under her. “Bend your knees and pull your legs up, Charlie.”

“Oh no!”

He laughed and didn’t reply. She’d guessed how he was planning to pose her. He lifted her heels and pushed her legs back, as her knees bent reluctantly. “Hold them and don’t let go.”

With one arm wrapped around each leg, her dripping pussy was fully exposed, and gaped obscenely like a hungry mouth. He couldn’t resist leaning in to drag one long, slow lick right up the center, between her spread lips.

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