Page 28 of Watch Me, Daddy

Before I could fully grasp his intentions, his grip on my hand tightened, his fingers lacing with mine. With a single, fluid motion, he drew me closer, and before I could protest or resist, my back was pressed against the cool surface of the wall. The proximity was electrifying, his presence enveloping me in a heady fog that left my heart racing and my breath hitched.

Time seemed to stretch, and in that suspended moment, his dark eyes bored into mine, a storm of emotions swirling within their depths. Then, with a silent intensity that left no room for doubt, Aidan’s lips descended upon mine, capturing me in a devastating kiss that left my senses fraying at the seams.

The world around us seemed to fade into insignificance, and all that remained was the taste of him, the heat of his body pressed against mine, and the sheer, unadulterated ecstasy of finally succumbing to a longing that had been building between us from the very beginning.

It was a kiss born of desire and restraint, a dance of fire and ice that left me utterly breathless.

His mouth moved against mine with a practiced fervor, a tantalizing rhythm that held me captive and set my body ablaze.

Time ceased to exist as his kiss deepened, and all that mattered was the intoxicating taste of his lips and the undeniable truth that in this moment, everything had changed.

It was the kiss I’d been wanting all along.

As Aidan’s lips reluctantly parted from mine, a surge of longing coursed through my veins, leaving me dazed and breathless. The taste of his kiss still lingered on my lips, a heady mix of urgency and tenderness that had ignited a fiery blaze within me.

Before I could do anything to stop him, his strong hands found my wrists and pinned them effortlessly above my head against the wall. The electricity of his touch sent a jolt of excitement coursing through me, my heart racing as his closeness enveloped me.

The subtle pressure of his grasp was a blatant declaration of him taking control. His grip was just hard enough to hold me captive, but not so much that it hurt. In that moment, I was acutely aware of his every breath, his every movement, of his body pressing against mine. I realized then that I could feel the hard line of his cock against my belly.

“What are you doing?” I whispered breathily, feeling as though I was grasping at the air as I tried to string a series of words together well enough to form a sentence.

“Taking what you want me to take, sassy girl,” he growled, and my core turned molten in an instant. If he hadn’t been holding me, I feared that my legs would have given out beneath me.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I lied, and he chuckled softly.

“Naughty little liars get their bare bottoms spanked,” he purred, and my core squeezed so tight that my hips unconsciously rocked towards him. With his body flush against mine, he could feel every shamefully revealing moment of my desire, and his dark grin echoed with his victory.

“I don’t want…”

“You’re going to take it like a good girl if you want your fucking,” he rumbled, and my pussy clenched so hard that my hips bucked against him once more.

In a fluid motion, he spun me around, my chest now pressing against the cool surface of the wall. The world seemed to shift, the air charged with a potent energy that enveloped both of us. The sensation of the wall against the front of my body was a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from his presence behind me. His solid form pressed against my back, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric that separated us.

His fingers curled around the waistband of my pajama bottoms, the only momentary notice he gave me before he yanked them down. Cool air wafted over my panty-clad backside, and I gasped with aroused alarm. My clit throbbed like a drum between my thighs, and a soft, barely strangled moan fell off my freshly kissed lips before I could stop it.

His palm smoothed over my left cheek, following the lacey edges as his touch left an electrifying trail of desire in its wake. My breathing turned ragged, and I couldn’t help but push back as he explored my flesh. The journey of his fingertips was slow and steady and intoxicatingly addictive, so much so that I found I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

I was so caught up in the fiery sensation of his touch that I wasn’t prepared for his fingers to curl into the waistband of my panties. I hardly realized what was happening before it was too late.

Very slowly, he started to peel my panties down, baring my backside inch by inch. I could feel his eyes on me as the fabric scraped along my skin. Time seemed to stand still, and it took everything in me not to push back and rub myself against his rock-hard cock.

It was only once my panties were all the way down that a realization hit me.

My bottom was bare, utterly and completely bare, in front of the man who had kidnapped me and was holding me captive despite the pretty language he’d used to conceal it, and the worst part of it all was that I didn’t hate it. I wanted to, but my body pulsed with a surging desire for more.

“Fucking perfect,” he growled.

“Aidan,” I breathed.

“It’sDaddywhen your bottom is bare and about to be spanked, princess,” he chided.

“But… but…” I stammered, but a loud smack reverberated off the walls, and it took a long moment for me to realize that he’d spanked my left ass cheek. The sound of it was deafening, like a gunshot had gone off inside my bedroom, yet my shock buzzed even more noisily inside my head.

He’dspankedme.

Actually, fucking spanked me.

I struggled against the wall, trying to push back against his hold, but I didn’t budge. His strength was no match for me, overpowering me with embarrassing ease. Then, his hand smacked the right side of my ass, and a quiet yelp escaped me.

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