“I need to hear you say it,babygirl.”
“You can do whatever you want to me,Daddy.”
Hearing her call me that sent me into overdrive. I yanked her dress up over her head then tossed it onto the armchair in the corner ofmyroom.
She lay still on my bed in her black thong and matching lace bra, and I loved the sporadic ink that decorated her porcelain skin. She was the sheer picture of perfection to me, and I couldn’t believe she was lying inmybed.
“I want you,” she whispered, her fingertip gliding over my chest as she started to play with the buttons on my dressshirt.
“You’ll have me, babe. Let me take my time with you. I want to see you drip.” I moved her hand away from the top button. “I don’t want you to do anything. I’ll take careofthis.”
I slowly undressed, never letting my eyes drift from her, and I could see the anticipation building as she chewed on herlowerlip.
In only my boxers, I crawled on top of her, not letting any of my weight lean on her tiny body. “What are yourlimits,babe?”
Her eyes locked on mine. “No knives, nohitting.”
“Choking, toys, spanking, biting? All of thosealright?”
Her lips pulled together in a small smirk. “Mmmhmmm. All of those soundamazing.”
“What about blindfolds and handcuffs?” I asked before kissing the nape ofherneck.
“Yes please, Daddy,” shebegged.
“What about birth control?” I felt weird asking, but it was the responsible thingtodo.
She propped herself up on one elbow to look at me. “I’m onthepill.”
“Perfect. I just needed to check.” I hopped off my bed to grab a silk tie and a pair of handcuffs from my closet. “Close your eyes,” Icommanded.
She did as she was told and I placed the tie over her eyes, tying it as a blindfold. Pulling her hands onto her stomach, I clicked the cuffs around her dainty wrists. The sight of her in her underwear, bound on my bed, was one I never wanted to forget. I had an overwhelming urge to snap a quick picture, but I didn’t want to be that guy. Jordan meant too much to me to be treated like that—at least not without discussing itfirst.
I let my index finger glide over her black lace panties, feeling how soaked they already were. “Are you excited,littlegirl?”
“YesDaddy.”
“I can feel that. Where is your bag?” I asked, remembering that little black silk bagofhers.
“By thefrontdoor.”
I rushed through my apartment to retrieve her toy. I discarded my boxers before getting back down between Jordan’s legs. Pulling the little bullet out of its sheath, I let the vibrator gently roll over the thin fabric of herpanties.
“Oh, Will.” She cooed as her back archedabit.
Taking the delicate fabric into my teeth, I pulled them down to her knees. Kissing all the way back up her thigh, I could feel her knees already starting to shake. I set the vibrator to the side. It was time for metoplay.
Slowly, I lightly licked her sweet wetness, and a little moan cheered me on as her fingers rolled through my hair. Flattening my tongue, I traced over her sensitive skin and dug my fingers into her thighs as her legs wrapped a little tighter around my head. She was dripping with desire and I drank her nectar in, getting drunk off herpassion.
With two fingers, I explored her, never letting my tongue disconnect from her clit. Teasing her, I could feel I had her right ontheedge.
“Do you want to come,littlegirl?”
She cried out, “YesDaddy!”
“You have to ask before you’re allowed to. That’sarule.”
“May I come, Daddy?Please?”