“How can you tell?” Her button nose scrunches with her furrowing brow.
“You’re somehow stiff and shaking at the same time. Know what you want, but not how to take it,” I start, but can’t hide my growing grin as I try to make up reasons. “And because we shared your first kiss. Not many people jump straight to the fun bit without it.”
Even in the pale light from my monitors, I can see her cheeks shift to a deep red.
“Yes, well…” She buries her face in the crook of my neck before finishing, “You’ve got me on that one.”
“Look at me, Gemma.” It comes out sterner than intended. But why would I look at the side of her head when I could be staring into her eyes instead?
Her head snaps up, and our gazes meet, but it’s the way she nibbles on her lower lip that lights a fire in my belly. Anxious about what we’re doing. No doubt about her whole situation, too. Wondering if this is right or wrong, but not willing to let it stop.
“Yes, sir,” she says, teasing the wordwith bratty playfulness.
“Sir?” I repeat to play it on my ear. No, it won’t do. Too militant.
“Uh-huh.” She nods. “Felt right in the moment. I don’t know.”
My arms dip lower, and I grab two handfuls of her ass. Her eyes widen, and she jumps on my lap, brushing up against the monstrous erection she inspired. It’s a night of firsts. While I won’t let her have it, she might as well get used to feeling it before I bury it deep inside her virgin cunt.
“We’ll have to see about that one,” I say, chuckling.
I circle her thigh, touching every inch of her skin along the way. Silky smooth, practically twitching, the closer I get to my destination.
“What are you doing?” she asks, more inquisitive than worried about it.
“Touching what’s mine,” I say. But it’s easy to slip into the delusions that what I want is what she wants, too. I bring myself back just a little to give her all the power if she wants to take it. “If you want me to stop?—”
“No, don’t.” Her eyes widen as if she can’t believe what she just said.
“Then, before we go on, I need you to understand something, little Gem.” There’s a severity in my tone that I hope conveys the seriousness of this conversation without sounding insane. “I don’t do anything half-hearted.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Barely coherent, a mumbling mess of heavy breathing and anticipation.
“If we take this step, I’m not sharing.” Blunt and to the point. It’s what kicked off our kiss. It’s what will send us to the next level of this depravity.
“These thighs.” I make a point of brushing harder with my fingertips before leaning in between her chest, so close my breath tickles herskin. “These tits.” I press my tongue against her nipple through the nightgown. A feverish howl tears from deep inside her core. “But most importantly…”
This one, I take my time with. Slowly guiding my hand between her legs. Brushing across what I can only assume is a manicured landing strip from the shape of her pubic hair. Funny for someone who’s never had a man to care about her appearance down there.
I move slowly to test her. Any sign that I’m pushing too hard or taking this too far, I’ll stop. Draw back my hand and give her all the time and space she needs. But it never comes. Not in her baby blue eyes that are glued to mine, nor her body bucking towards my fingers with desperate yearning.
“This pussy.” My finger glides over her engorged clitoris, and her hips instinctively dart forward. Rubbing and brushing her slick wetness against it like my hand is her own personal sex toy. She’s not wrong, either. “Mine. All mine. Do you understand?”
Gemma answers with blissful moans and wriggling giddiness. I’m not even sure a word got through to her since I licked her nipple. Oh well, there will be time for talking lat?—
“I understand, sir,” she cuts off my thought.
There it is again. Still don’t like it.
“Not sir.”
I slide my index finger lower until her pussy sits in the gap between it and my thumb. While she continues grinding against her new platform, I move my lips against her neck, brushing them slowly in gentle kisses against her mottled skin.
Gemma can’t contain herself anymore. Rapturous sounds of glory and euphoria pour from her freely.
“I want to hear you say it again.” I peck my way up her neck until I’m right next to her ear. “This time, don’t call me sir.”
“I understand. I belong to you,” she mutters, choking up on her words. “These thighs, breasts, and pussy. They belong to you, D…” She pauses, catching her breath before she finishes. “Daddy.”
