All Chapters of Dirty Seduction: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

He lets go of my hair, and once again his fingers glide to my shoulders and squeeze. I feel the tension slipping away from me. His touch makes me feel so wanted, so loved.I take a breath as his hands move down. Slowly. His fingers hook inside my cami and tug it down, and my stomach churns inside.I feel so self-conscious in my plain bra, white and dull with just a little trim of lace. I wish I’d have picked something more raunchy, something more… anything, but the look in his eyes tells me he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care one bit.The look in his eyes tells me he likes it.His thumbs brush my nipples through the fabric, and I can’t help but gasp; it feels so good I have to clench my thighs. He notices, and his smile is so bright and so dark at the same time.“That’s it,” he whispers, and his thumbs stroke back and forth, tiny little movements that send little sparkles down to my clit. My nipples are hard, his thumbs catching, and I gasp again when he stops. I don’t want him to stop.

I suck until she’s crested, until she’s holding her breath and her body is tense, wired tight as she unravels. And then she relaxes, lets all the tension out in one long sigh.She jumps as I tap her pussy.Just a light tap. A warning shot. Enough to make her startle.“Potty mouth,” I growl. “Dirty little girl.”Her eyes are so wide as she stares at me, unsure whether I’m serious or not. I see the worry play across her lips.“Are you a dirty little girl, Laine?”She bites her lip. Shakes her head, so unsure.So innocent.“I think you’re a dirty little girl.” I smile a dirty smile, and I can’t control the beast. I can’t fight the dark urges that want to consume her, soil her, corrupt her, break her, and make her mine.All mine.“I like…” she begins.“What? What do you like?”She pauses, her eyes sparkling so beautifully, her pussy still clenching and glistening. “I like… everything… I want… I want to be good…” “You’re going to be my good little dirty girl, are you?” She nods. “I’ll be w

He kisses me on the head outside the college gates, and part of me is disappointed, wanting to feel his tongue in my mouth and his hands in my hair.“I’ll call you at lunchtime,” he tells me. “And I’ll pick you up at the usual time. Don’t be late.”I nod. “I won’t. Thanks, Daddy. See you later.”It still feels so weird, still gives me this tingle in my belly every time I say it.I’m grinning as Kelly Anne catches me up in the corridor, lost in my little world as she shunts into my back.“Hey!” she says. “Earth to Laine! I’ve been yelling after you right through the fucking car park.”I shrug. “Didn’t hear you, sorry.”She groans. “Your head’s too busy floating away after the creepy old guy. Urgh, I saw him kiss you.” She pulls a face at the lunchbox in my arms. “What you got today? Human spleen on wholemeal?”“Don’t be stupid.”She laughs like it’s funny. “He’s a bit Hannibal, don’t you think? My sweet Clarice… are the lambs still screaming…” She groans again, an over-the-top sound th

LAINEHe doesn’t do any of the usual stuff, like head through to the kitchen. He doesn’t head upstairs and take his jacket off and hang it up, or take my lunchbox and put it in the dishwasher. He doesn’t make himself a coffee get me juice, or ask me about my day.When Daddy Nick closes the front door today, he takes my hair in his hand and pulls tight until I gasp, and then he kisses me, and his tongue is so rough and so fast, his thigh between mine as he pins me to the wall in the hallway.I wonder if this is it. If he’ll take me now.If he’ll take me here, with my jeans around my ankles and his tongue in my mouth. I want that. I want it any way he wants to give it to me.His fingers tug at my cami top and squeeze my tits through my bra, and he’s so hard against my belly, so hard and so big.Suddenly Kelly Anne’s silly techniques don’t seem so silly.I want to try them. Every single one of them.I open my mouth wide for Daddy and let him push his tongue so deep, squirming against his

NICKI watch her as I cook up our pasta, chopping tomatoes as she pretends to ponder over an assignment. She’s not thinking about her college work, not even close. Her eyes flick in my direction every time she thinks I’m occupied, and her cheeks are still pretty pink, flushed with that beautiful post-orgasmic glow every man likes to see after he’s been eating pussy.She’s barely dressed, and if her camisole, knickers, and socks combination is deliberate. She couldn’t look more innocent little girl if she tried. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, this thing we’ve got. It shouldn’t feel as though my life meant nothing before she was here, but it does.“What is it?” she asks, and she’s smiling.“Sorry?”She laughs, and it’s intoxicating. “You’re staring so hard it burns. HaveI done something?”“You’ve done plenty, young lady,” I tell her in my sternest voice.“I have?”“Oh yes.” I continue chopping, then put the tomatoes in the pan before I smile. “All of it good.”She sighs and feig