Page 119 of Daddy, Sir

“How do you want this?” he whispered. His hot breath tickled as it blew across the wet lines his tongue had made.

“How?” She was having trouble thinking and the question didn’t make any sense.

He pulled back so he could see her. “Slow and gentle? Hard and fast?”

She took a page out of his book and simply said, “Yes.”

Oliver laughed. “You can have it all, but I’d like to know where to start, sweetheart.”

Her pussy was demanding attention, and as much as she loved the idea of slow exploratory lovemaking… she also felt like she’d die if they didn’t get right into it. Decisions were hard and she didn’t want to think.

She met his eyes. “Isn’t that something the Daddy should decide?”

He tilted his head, a smile slowly curving his mouth. “If I decide, it’s going to start with spanking and end with you begging to come.”

Ahhh. Was this even real? It was like something right out of her fantasies. There was a steady pulse between her thighs now, demanding his touch, demanding to be filled.

He continued, as if he wasn’t completely destroying her ability to concentrate. “I won’t always ask you what you want, but this is new. We haven’t set any ground rules yet, and I wanted you to have a say. Still want to leave it up to me?”

Jamie had always been attracted to guys who seemed dominant. The reality had been disappointing. For many of them leading the way meant taking their pleasure and expecting her to be happy just to be of use. Or, alternatively, she’d had to give them step-by-step instructions if she wanted her needs met. Neither had given her much pleasure, which was probably why she rarely made time to date.

But she instinctively knew it wouldn’t be like that with Oliver. He’d changed a lot over the years, but the core was still the same. “Yes, you decide.”

His hands settled on her hips, just above where the dress rested. “Good girl. There are a million things we should discuss, and I don’t even know how much experience you have…” He trailed off and waited.

“Bedroom kink. Foreplay, that’s about it, but I’ve read a lot.” Mostly fiction, and she wasn’t sure how much it differed from reality.

He nodded. “So, you know about safewords? Do you have one?”

She shrugged. “Red.” She liked to keep things simple.

“Good enough for now.” His eyes searched her face, though she wasn’t sure what he was looking for. “If you want me to stop, make sure you use it.”

“Okay.”

He narrowed his eyes. “How about ‘Yes, Daddy’.”

She refrained from rolling her eyes, but it was a near thing, and she couldn’t quite keep the irritation out of her voice, when she dutifully repeated, “Yes, Daddy.”

It was frustrating. He was trying to have conversations when she wanted to be doing things. She’d waited long enough for him, and now she wanted to be fucked. She didn’t want to talk about safewords and decisions.

Oliver shook his head. “You definitely need your ass spanked.”

It was the perfect opportunity to push, and she couldn’t resist. “And yet we don’t seem to be getting any closer to that happening.”

Both eyebrows went up as he gave her an incredulous look and then a slow smirk slid across his lips. “Well, then let’s take care of that right now. Shall we?”

She had just a moment to wonder if she’d made a mistake, pushed too hard. Her stomach seemed to drop, and a dizzying sensation rolled over her that caused her skin to stipple and her nipples to crinkle up as they hardened.

It was finally happening.

“Finish stripping, but leave the heels on.”

Jamie shimmied the dress down past her hips and it dropped to the floor in a whisper of fabric. She carefully stepped out of it. The soaked panties followed. The fact that they matched the bra was more evidence that she’d been lying to herself about what she’d wanted from the evening. She never bothered to match unless there was a chance someone, besides herself, would be seeing them.

Having the shoes on, and nothing else, made her feel more naked somehow. And, of course, they changed her posture, so she wasn’t just standing there, she was presenting herself to him.

He took his time, looking her over, clearly enjoying the sight. Her heartrate sped up. Her breaths were shallow and fast. She felt so aware of every inch of her skin, and all of it seemed extra sensitive.

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