Daddy's little good bad boy
The flicker of desire is fanned by those two words, I feel him pressing against my body, hard and noticeable, he knows I can feel his hardness, he likes to tease me like this.
“Keep your eyes on me the whole time, I want to see how your eyes look like with every touch.”
I suck in a breath from between my teeth, keeping eye contact does something to me, down there and deep inside of my soul, it’s like I can hear him, and he doesn’t have to say a word.
He licks the strip of skin along my mouth, small whimpering sounds escape me, I fight the urge to keep my eyes closed, and on his instead. His eyes are a different shade of green, the deep one I have now come to associate with Daddy.