Weekend With Your Daddy: 2

I make a panicked sound and he releases me, sliding his fingers from my mouth. It feels dirty and wrong and I’m shaking with need.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, that’s what I want.”

He searches my face. Maybe he thought he’d scare me off with all that, but instead I’m even more turned on. My hands drop to the hem of my dress.

“Would you like to see?”

He looks around as if realizing where we are for the first time. “Not here.”

The kitchen faces the front of the house, and with the lights on, it’s only the maple trees in the front yard that keep the neighbors from seeing us.

I hop off the counter and stagger after him on knees that feel like Jelly. Oh my god, is this really happening? Did I really challenge him like that and now he’s called my bluff?

Daddy kink is not on my list of things I wanted from Shane, but I can’t deny that every filthy sentence he spills makes the heat in my blood pulse hotter. I want to be bad, to be dirty. I want to forget every bit of the last few days.

I expect Shane to take me upstairs, but he stalks to the living room with its big sectional couch and square footstool. When it’s pushed together, it basically creates a massive bed, and I’ve always wanted to fuck on it, but Max was never interested in anything resembling public sex.

I watch Shane push the footstool tight against the couch, my heart beating too hard. He considers me for a moment and then drops onto the couch and situates himself against the back of it with his big legs stretched out. Like this, there’s no missing the way his cock presses against the front of his pants.

He crooks his fingers at me. “Take off your shoes.”

After a short silent debate, I stand on the ottoman and walk to him. But when I move to straddle him, he shakes his head. “No. Turn around. Lie down.”

When I don’t immediately obey, he moves me how he wants me. Urging me onto my stomach facing the television, my shins and feet bent up against the back of the couch. It feels strange and awkward and it’s made worse by the fact we aren’t touching.

He must sense my confusion, because he rumbles out a laugh as he takes the remote and puts a movie on. “You don’t remember this.”

It’s only when the opening credits of a bullshit action movie start that I go still. “I was lying between you two like this.”

“Yes.” He tosses one of the throw blankets over my lower half and then nudges my legs wider. “Just. Like. This.”

And then his hand is there, burrowing under the blankets and sliding up to bracket my inner thigh. “You were wearing a skirt nearly as short as this. Were you hoping he’d finger you right in front of me?”

Embarrassment and desire twine through me. “Maybe.” My breath catches in my throat as his hand shift higher, his rough palm against my bare skin. I swallow hard. “Maybe I was hoping you’d do it.”

“Shameless,” he murmurs. “Let’s see how shameless, shall we?” He yanks the throw off with his free hand and tosses it aside. “Pull up your dress, Ivy.”

I reach drown and grip the hem of my dress, inching it up over my ass, baring me from the waist down. “Like this?”

“Good girl.” He tightens his grip on my thigh. “Spread your legs and lift your hips.”

As I obey, his hand shifts higher and cups my pussy. We both exhale shakily. I expected him to jump me, to rip off my clothes and fuck me against the nearest available surface. I didn’t expect him to recreate one of the dirtiest near misses we’ve had over the last two years.

“Wet,” Shane murmurs. “Were you that wet for me that day? Would you have let me…” He pushes two broad fingers into me. “You would have, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan. I writhe back against his touch, trying to take him deeper. I feel like I’m on fire, wanton and dirty and unable to stop. “I wanted your fingers so bad.”

Just like that, they’re gone. “You want to be bad, Ivy? Prove it.”

I lift my head. “How?”

“Come here.”

I turn around to find he’s spread his legs a little and has his hand palm up on his thigh. His fingers are still wet with my desire, and that might embarrass me if I had room for thought.

Shane nods at his fingers. “Straddle my thigh. Right here.”

Understanding dawns, bringing with it another wave of need. I have to grip his shoulders as I obey, and I come down lightly against his palm. Shane rewards me by pushing his fingers into me again. This time, I can’t help whimpering.

“Take what you need, Ivy.” He grips my hip with his free hand and urges me to rock against his palm. “Ride my hand.”

I shiver. “Your hand isn’t what I want.”

"My hand is all you get right now. You have to earn my cock.” He smiles, slow and arrogant. “I’m not a little prick who’s desperate to fuck your pussy and chase my own pleasure. I’ll get inside you when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before.” His voice goes hard. “Ride my hand, Ivy.” He leans in, his voice low and sinful. “Show your Daddy how prettily you come.”

“Okay,” I breathe. And then I begin to move, grinding against his palm, forcing his fingers as deep in me as I can get them. It’s not enough, but it feels so good and so bad at the same time.

Shane watches me a moment, his gaze dark and hungry and then leans down and captures my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress. He sucks hard, making me cry out, and then looks up. “Take off the dress.”

I’m only too happy to comply. I wrestle it off me and toss it away. The way he watches me... God, I can’t breathe. My orgasm is bearing down on me, so I slow, wanting to make this last as long as I can. I lean back and prop my hands on the footstool, giving him view of the long line of my body as I fuck his hand.

His jaw goes tight. “You are so sexy.”

“Thanks, Daddy.”

He drags me closer. “I shouldn’t like that so fucking much.” He guides me to lie down between his spread thighs, my legs stretched wide as he drags me until I’m nearly in his lap. “But I do like it, Ivy. I really, really do.”

He parts my pussy with questing fingers and circles my clit slowly with his thumb. “Do you want to come?”

I think I might die if I don’t. “Yes.”

He’s still tracing me with his fingers, teasing me, examining me. “Tell me what this pretty pussy needs, baby girl. Ask me properly and I’ll give it to you.”

I bite my bottom lip and look down my body at him. Do I dare say it? The alternative not getting what I want is unacceptable.

“Make me come, Daddy. Please.”