Page 90 of Daddy, Sir

It was a good thing he liked his submissives a little bratty. It gave him a good excuse to spank them. And yes, he did want to touch Naomi’s butt for more than just a spanking. Sliding his hands down from her hips, he gripped the butt in question, pulling her even more firmly against him. Her mouth opened in a gasp, and he thrust his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss.

She let out a cute little mewl against his mouth that made him even hungrier for her.

One night wasn’t going to be enough.

But it made a hell of a good start.

Mine.

The emotion he’d been wrestling with while Posh flirted with her coalesced into a conscious decision.

One of his hands had to move up to the small of her back to hold her in place as he kept kissing her, bending her back. Her hands were against his chest, and they slid up to wrap around his neck, giving her a little more stability as their tongues dueled.

Pulling back, he nipped at her lower lip.

“How far do you want to go tonight?” he asked. Though he planned to keep things pretty basic, he still wanted to make sure they established some boundaries before he got started.

Her breasts heaved between them, the corset pushing them up, the slightly glassy look in her eyes clearing as she focused on his question. A little smirk kicked up the side of her full lips.

“Why don’t you make me an offer?”

“Spanking.” He squeezed her buttock with the hand he still had on her ass for emphasis.

“Yes, please.”

“Butt plug.”

This time, there was a moment of hesitation before she answered.

“Yes.”

“Nipple clamps?”

Her breath hitched, excitement kindling in her eyes, along with a bit of apprehension. Maybe wondering how much of a sadist he was. Not much, but he liked to add a little bite of pain to the pleasure he bestowed. He also liked to see that little touch of wariness as she realized he was not going to be a pushover.

“Yes.”

“Sex.”

He rocked his hips forward, rubbing his cock against her. It didn’t matter that it was through several layers of fabric. She would feel how fucking hard he was.

“Yes,please.” The emphasis on the final word was less of a plea and more of a demand. Now it was Drew’s turn to slowly smile, his amusement at her neediness partially coming from knowing it matched his own.

Seemed like she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. That was good.

“Any triggers?”

“Don’t touch my hair.”

His gaze shifted to the pile of curls on top of her head. With hair that naturally curly, it had probably taken her some time to get it exactly the way she wanted it. And he knew better than to mess with a sister’s hair, but obviously, someone at some point had needed to be told.

“Got it, sweet girl. Anything else?” When she hesitated, he realized that he was putting a little too much on her, unfairly. “Let me tell you what I want to do to you, then you can tell me if there’s anything you object to.”

That way, she wouldn’t have to list out a whole bunch of hard limits and worry she’d missed something. Or that he would come up against a soft limit she hadn’t mentioned.

“Okay.” She drawled the word, tilting her head to the side, listening.

He squeezed her ass again, digging his fingers in a little harder. His other hand was on the back of her corset, and he tugged on her skirt so he could pull it down enough to slide his thumb between the waistband and the bottom of the corset. She sucked in a breath as he touched bare skin, rubbing his thumb against her lower back.

---