My neediness that he saw as a positive and not a personality flaw I needed to fix. My happiness. My excitement. My appreciation. Even my fear and doubts. I put it all into the kiss, hoping it said what my scarred heart was too hesitant to.
That I wanted him.
That I wanted what he offered.
I shook with nerves and the anticipation of what was to come, but when he touched me, it wasn’t to return my kiss.
It was to shift me away from him as he ordered, “Stand up.”
Panic set in, and I worried I’d done the wrong thing. Words tumbled from my mouth. “Sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have… Am I supposed to ask?—”
Ash leaned forward and brushed his mouth across mine in a small show of reassurance before it was gone. “What did Daddy tell you to do?”
Holy shit.
Holy shit, shit, shit.
I swallowed hard. “To stand.”
“I don’t like to repeat myself.”
Confused and aroused—and confused by how aroused I was—I scrambled off his lap. He stood at the same time, his face staying even with mine initially until I was upright, and he kept going, forcing me to crane my neck to keep the eye contact.
Two people standing at the same time shouldn’t have been sexy. Nothing about it was inherently erotic.
But that didn’t change the fact that it very much was.
“Panties off.”
Reaching under my dress, I did as he said.
“Sit on the coffee table.”
Since I’d have agreed to investing in a timeshare on Mars if he was the one asking, I sat.
Ash gave a shake of his head. “Lift the back of your skirt and then sit.”
That gave me my first hint of pause. “But you use this table, and I’m…”
His eyes closed, but not in anger or irritation. Even I knew that. When he opened them again, he pushed. “You’re what?” My answer didn’t come quick enough for him because he kept going. “Are you wet for me? Dripping with it?” He reached down and snagged my wrist, pushing it against the massive hard-on that tested the fortitude of his slacks. “Do you need me so bad it hurts?”
My nod was immediate.
“Then sit so Daddy can take care of you. Because if I have to say it again, I’m going to bend you over the table and spank your ass instead.”
I bunched my skirt up and sat, not caring anymore.
I was so soaked, the fabric wouldn’t have offered any barrier anyway.
A pleased smile curved his mouth. “Good girl.”
I wasn’t sure if it was possible to orgasm from two words, but my sex rippled like it was close to it.
Ash reached for my chin, tipping it so I looked up at him. “Unless I say otherwise, you never have to ask to kiss or touch me. I want you to do it. Often. Constantly. Kissing me was the right thing to do. I know how difficult it can be for you to put yourself out there like that, and I appreciate it.” He squeezed in that way that sent another ripple through me. “Which is why Daddy is going to reward you.” He paused. “Remember, say stop and it stops. Always. Got it?”
Since forming a word without working lungs was impossible, I nodded.
The breath that was frozen in my lungs was forced out when I watched Ash drop to his knees in front of me. His hands started at my own knees, spreading them wide and positioning himself between them. He slowly ran his palms up, careful not to drag my dress up in the process. Reaching the top, his thumbs teased my slit before pausing there.
