Page 32 of Daddy Enforcer
Okaaaay.
Don’t stare. Too late…
Max’s wearing nothing but a black vest, his broad shoulders and muscled arms on full display, a white towel wrapped low around his waist.
His dark hair is damp, curling slightly at the ends, and there’s a faint sheen of water on his skin, catching the firelight.
Oh my gosh.
My heart starts pounding, and I feel a rush of heat low in my belly, my body waking up in a way that’s definitely not Little.
Max’s so… wow. I mean, I knew he was gorgeous, but this? This is next-level, and I’m suddenly very aware of how snug my pajamas are, how they cling to me as I sit here, clutching Felix like a lifeline.
“Max,” I say, my voice coming out softer than I mean, a little breathy. “Come sit with me.”
I feel out of control, wild, like I’ve been partying at a club and am in danger of doing something crazy—except the only thing I’ve had to drink today is hot chocolate!
I pat the couch next to me, my cheeks flushing as I try to keep my eyes on his face, not the way the towel hugs his hips or the way his vest shows off every line of muscle.
I’m feeling things I haven’t felt in a long time and it’s overwhelming, like my body’s got a mind of its own. I want him close, want to feel that warmth, that strength, and maybe see if he feels it too.
I want Max’s body.
But I want to serve him, do as he tells me.
I want to give myself to whatever Max wants, desires, or demands.
For a moment, he hesitates, his eyes flickering with something—caution, maybe, or the same heat I’m feeling—but then he nods, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Alright, Little One,” Max says, his voice low and rough, like he’s fighting to keep it steady.
He walks over, the towel shifting slightly with each step, and I have to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. This is so not the time to be a pop star brat, but I can’t help it—Max’s doing things to me, and I’m not sure I want to stop.
But instead of sitting down next to me, Max stops short and instead towers over me, the drops of water trickling down his arms…
“Stand up,” Max says, a command not a request.
I do as I’m told and feel an electric charge over my body. Despite the fact that I barely come up to his neck, I stand proud and try to act as cool as I can—but I’ve got no hope.
It’s taking everything I’ve got not to turn into a puddle of pure nervous energy as Max stares at me, a wolf-like hunger in his eyes. He knows what I want from him, and I’m sure he’s going to give it to me. But he’s also going to make me work for it.
“Unbutton your pajama top,” Max says, his voice low and gravelly. “Let it slide off your body completely. Shake for Daddy. Show me what you’ve got.”
I feel my cheeks burn bright red as I do as I’m told.
My upper body is on display for Daddy, and I like how submissive it makes me feel. Max is eyeing me up with hungry eyes, and I love it.
With my pajama top now on the floor, I’m feeling super-exposed. But there’s more to come, I’m sure of it. There’s no way that a Daddy like Max will be satisfied at simply looking me over and taking in the sights.
Daddy wants more.
Much more…
“Squeeze your nipples, one in each hand,” Max growls, the outline of his cock at the front of his towel growing ever moreprominent. “Pull on them. Show Daddy what a naughty boy you are.”
The way Max is talking to me is enough to make me cum right here on the spot, but I know that I need to pull myself together, focus, and follow his orders.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, gasping as I pull on each nipple, stretching them out and making sure to keep eye contact with Max as he licks his lips.
