Page 27 of Daddy Next Door

He tugged the fabric down slowly, navigating around the rope ties at my ankles. The air felt cool against my newly exposed skin, making me acutely aware of how wet I already was. When my panties joined my bra on the floor, I lay completely naked before him, still bound by the red velvet ropes.

"How did seeing me make you feel?" he asked, his hand now resting on my thigh, just above my knee.

"Embarrassed," I admitted. "Guilty."

"And?"

"And turned on," I whispered. "So turned on I could barely stand it."

His fingers tightened slightly on my thigh. "That's what I thought." His hand began a slow journey upward, tracking a path that made my breathing quicken. "What did you do after you saw me? Once you went back inside?"

His question neared dangerous territory, and we both knew it. His hand paused its upward journey, waiting for my answer. His thumb traced small circles on my inner thigh, devastatingly close to where I was aching for him to touch.

"I closed my curtains."

"And then, Lily?" His voice had dropped lower, taking on a rough edge that hadn't been there before.

I closed my eyes, unable to look at him as I confessed. "I lay down on my bed."

"Keep going."

"I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd seen. About you." The words came easier now, as if one confession had broken a dam. "I kept seeing you in my mind, the water on your skin, the way you moved."

His hand resumed its upward path, torturously slow. "Did you touch yourself, Lily?"

There it was. The question he'd been leading me toward all along. My breath caught, and I felt a fresh surge of wetness between my legs.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Tell me how." His voice was a low command that sent shivers across my skin.

"I started with my breasts," I said, surprised by my own boldness. "Touching my nipples, imagining it was your hands. Then I moved lower. I was already so wet from watching you."

His fingers stilled on my thigh, so close to where I needed him that it was almost painful. "Did you come thinking about me?"

"Yes," I whispered. "Harder than I had in a long time."

At this admission, I saw his careful composure slip. His pupils dilated visibly, and his hand tightened on my thigh, fingers digging in slightly. A muscle in his jaw twitched, and for a brief moment, I glimpsed what it would be like to see this controlled man lose himself completely.

"How many times have you touched yourself thinking about me since then?" he asked, his voice rougher than before.

Truth was my only option under that intense gaze. "Every night. Sometimes in the morning too."

A small, satisfied smile curved his lips. "Every night," he repeated, savoring the words.

His hand finally moved those last few inches, fingers brushing against my core so lightly it might have been accidental if not for the deliberate way he watched my reaction. I gasped, hips jerking upward instinctively, seeking more pressure.

"You're so wet," he observed, his clinical tone at odds with the heat in his eyes. "Just from talking about it."

"Just from being here with you," I corrected, finding a moment of boldness.

His smile widened fractionally. "Such an honest little one." His fingers withdrew, leaving me aching and empty. "I think things need to be even between us now, don't you? You've seen me. You've studied me. You've fantasized about me." He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "I think it's only fair that I get to do the same. Don't you?"

I nodded, then quickly added, "Yes. That's fair."

"Good girl." He straightened up, his eyes traveling deliberately down my bound body. "Now I'm going to explore you the way you've been imagining. The way you've touched yourself. But first, I need your explicit consent. Do you want me to touch you, Lily? To explore your body the way you explored mine with your eyes?"

I didn't hesitate. "Yes. Please, yes."

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