Page 16 of Wicked William

Chapter Seven

Maisy

Something has changedin William’s eyes. His steely expression makes me feel a little like prey. Terrifying, yep. Exciting, yep.

The first “Daddy” slipped out of my mouth as kind of a joke. The second one, less so. When he called himself Daddy, part of me knew I would and will do anything this man asks. Any time. Any place.

“Dip your fingers in your pussy and show Daddy how creamy his baby girl gets when she rubs herself all over his cock like a pretty little slut.”

Wow. Wow. Wow.

I slip my fingers below the waistband of my stupid jammie pants, pants I put on not realizing I was going to be having sexy times tonight. William’s naughty request has my heart thumping like crazy as I dip two of my fingers through my very wet folds, gathering the liquid there. I hold my hand up to him, and he grabs my wrist roughly.

“Dripping.” William brings my hand to his mouth and sucks on my fingers, savoring my taste the way he does my cooking. “So sweet.”

He licks my fingers clean and gazes into my eyes. There are no traces left of the man I thought was stodgy as fuck when I met him. The vanilla jaunt I had been anticipating has veered into something closer to one of those kamikaze carnival rides that are sketchy as hell but more fun because they just might kill you.

“You’ve been a very good girl. And you worked so hard making yourself come. Doing all that work by yourself. Now Daddy’s going to take care of you. You don’t have to do anything else but let it happen.”

He slides his big, warm hands under my shirt. His shirt. Those carpenter hands are rough, strong, callused.

“Do you trust Daddy to do whatever he wants to your body?”

My vision narrows to a tunnel with his dark eyes the only thing I see. His voice the only thing I hear. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. For the rest of the night, you don’t have to worry. You don’t have to think. You don’t have to take care of anyone else. All you have to say is yes, Daddy. No other words unless you want to stop. Then you say ‘nice guy’ and I’ll stop everything I’m doing. Do you understand, baby. That’s all you say. Yes, Daddy or nice guy.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

There’s a part of me, a thinking, rational part of me who’s shouting, “What the actual fuck is this, Maisy?” But that part of me is very far away, her shouts no louder than whispers. I don’t know what this is, but I’m in. I’m all in.

No thinking? Fine. No talking? Great. Call me degrading names? Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Arms up.” My hands reach for the sky instantly. Me. Who distrusts any and all authority. Who never does what’s expected and certainly not what is demanded.

He removes my shirt and hums his approval at my chest. “Been thinking about these a lot.” I squirm under his dark gaze. “Be still.”

Fuck. I might come again just from being scolded by him.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he cups my breasts and watches my eyes as he bends his face to my nipples. Softly, the tip of his tongue traces around one while he never loses eye contact with me. The sensation is delicious torture made more intense by the greedy, hungry look in his eyes. I whimper when he closes his mouth around the nipple, drawing it into his hot, wet mouth. His hand pinches my other nipple with a punishing grip I didn’t expect, and I convulse.

“That’s a good girl.” He’s still pinching, and the sharp sting wars with the soft heat of his gentle mouth on the other. My nipples are on equal, yet different planes of pleasure. “You’re going to be so much fun to play with, baby.”

My mind swims in strange, uncharted waters. I’m so used to sensing things before they happen, knowing things I shouldn’t already have knowledge of. William is an enigma. His command of my body unerring. He continues the slow, delicious torture of my breasts, switching intensity and nipples until I’m panting and desperate. The rock-hard bulge under me must be painful, but he’s laser-focused.

I arch my back and let my head fall back. “William...”

A sharp slap on my breast brings me upright. “You don’t talk unless it’s yes, Daddy. Remember?”

I nod, my lower lip trembling like I’m a damned child.

He pulls me tightly to him and devours my mouth with his. His tongue invades me, slaying all my senses. I want to suck it like a cock. I want his cock in me. I can’t say what I want, I’m only allowed to let him do what he wants to me.

My skin is too tight for my body, like it can’t contain all my feelings and pleasure. He’s moving me, laying me down on the couch, pulling on my pants. He spreads my thighs and holds me open to his gaze. “Look what Daddy’s going to do to you. He’s going to make you come over and over and over. You’re going to come so hard you won’t know what day it is.”

He runs a finger up my slit, pressing on my clit. He circles it, drawing out my pleasure until I’m keening. His finger slides inside, and then another joins it. Each thrust deeper than the last. I’m so close. The pleasure is too much. Too intense. I’m going to lose it.

“Yes, Daddy,” I pant.

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