Page 17 of Daddy's Treat

I hardly hesitate at all when I reach out and touch his cheek. I lightly run my fingers over his jaw, taking in the texture of his beard. “Soft,” I whisper. “I thought it might be prickly.”

Kade doesn’t hesitate at all to mirror my touch. His fingertips are slightly rough as he moves them along my jaw. I don’t want him to stop, so I can’t stop exploring him. I trace the shape of his ear, then giggle when he does the same to me. Without permission, my head tilts slightly toward his hand until his big palm is cupping my cheek.

Even that innocent touch makes me want more, but I’m not totally sure what more is. Technically speaking, I know, but in practice, I’m about as useful as an ice salesman in Antarctica. It would be so much easier if Kade would take control like one of the heroes in the books I read, but that’s not what I agreed to. Now to find out if he really is going to touch me exactly as I touch him.

I slowly run my fingertips over his mouth, tracing first around his lips, then the lips themselves. I’m dizzy with the power of being in charge of such a big, strong man. Or it’s because I stopped breathing in anticipation that he’s going to start touching my lips. Both are totally an option.

Kade’s lips part in a rush of breath, and I draw my hand away like I’ve been scalded. My gaze moves from his mouth to his piercing blue eyes. He looks like a man on the edge. I might not have been the only one holding my breath. It’s thrilling knowing that he reacts to my touch.

Then I’m the one reacting as his fingertips follow the exact same path across my lips. The slightly rough texture of his fingers feels incredible. So different from my own touch. It makes me want to put my hands on him everywhere so he will do the same. A shiver runs down my spine, and I gasp when his hand tightens reflexively on my bottom. I’ve been so distracted by touching him that I didn’t even notice him still holding my butt cheek. And let me tell you, that is a freaking shame because wow it feels good.

Kade’s body is tight as a bowstring. I’m not sure how much more he can take before he snaps. His obvious restraint is commendable. Kade traces my lips, his finger catching slightly on my bottom lip, parting them just slightly. I have no idea what makes me do it—it’s completely crazy, I totally plead temporary insanity—but I lick him.

His own lips part on a low groan. Holy biscuits and gravy that sound is the best sound ever heard, and I did that to him. Me! Penny Cooper. The same Penny Cooper that hasn’t even been kissed before made Kade—a total Thor-Superman hybrid hottie—moan. Unless it was from pain, he totally did it because he likes what I’m doing. This is a fist pump moment. Don’t worry, I know this is an inappropriate moment, so I contain it to a mental fist pump.

I want Kade to make more of those low throaty sounds, so I lick his finger again. His eyes are burning blue orbs that could set my panties on fire. I do the only thing I can do in this moment; I suck his finger into my mouth. I thought his noises were a good reaction, but they have nothing on how his shifting hips press his hard… cock against me. I think the dirty word again—cock—there is no other word appropriate for what the man is carrying around in his pants. Thank goodness for dirty books because I’d be calling it a penis or a wiener or something equally embarrassing.

I’m so distracted by his reactions to what I’m doing to him that I nearly faint when he sucks my finger. Oh, yeah. That’s the game we are playing… I touch him, he touches me. Now I understand the groans and erection and the lustful eyes.

Apparently, there is an art to finger sucking and I’m a novice for sure because Kade is swirling his tongue, sucking, and nipping at the tip before starting all over again. Now it’s me mimicking him, and whoa-boy does he like that. I’m so engrossed in what I’m doing that I don’t realize I’ve moved until Kade releases his grip on my bottom and grips my hip instead.

It’s like magic. One second I was lying half on him half on the bed, the next I’m straddling his hips, and his hard length is trapped between our bodies. Using his hold on my hip, he adjusts my position, and my mouth pops open, releasing his finger as I make an unintelligible noise. I can only hope I don’t sound like a dying rabbit.

Kade obviously isn’t one to let an opportunity go to waste, he takes his wet finger and trails it down my neck, not stopping until it’s between my breasts. I gasp, wondering if this is the moment where he takes control. Kade’s breaking the rules of the game. He must read the look on my face for what it is and moves his eyes downward. I follow his gaze and gasp when I see my own hand on his chest. His pectoral to be precise.

I give a slight nod half acknowledgment and half permission. Rules are rules. Once Kade’s satisfied that I’m on board for whatever happens next. He moves his hand toward my breast. I gasp at the contact. My gasp turns into a throaty moan when his thumb caresses my nipple. I sit straight up on his lap, pulling my finger from his mouth, where he was somehow still teasing it.

I’m not sure if he’s breaking the rules or just bending them since I am most definitely not playing with his nipple, but who’s complaining? Certainly not me.

Now that I have a free hand again, I’m not sure what to do with it. Not wanting to look like one of those cowboys with one arm up and one arm holding on while riding a bucking bronco, I put my hand on his chest, mirroring my other hand.

My eyes cross, and angels sing from up on high when that simple movement has me rubbing against his hard length. It’s so good that I do it again. And again. He keeps toying with my nipple like he’s trying to find exactly what I like as I rub my sensitive folds on his hardness. I could tell him that I like it all. As long as he’s touching me, I’m good. So, so good.

I hiss out a breath when Kade pinches my nipple, then circles it over and over, not actually touching it. If I had a single working brain cell, I would tell him that’s not doing it for me, but then he pinches it between his fingers again, and pleasure explodes through me sending little shock waves straight to my kitty. Boy was I wrong, Kade knows exactly what my body likes.

I’m lost to sensation. My every nerve ending set to hyper-aware. My eyes pop open as the world shifts. I’m flat on my back with Kade hovering over me his big body between my splayed legs.

“My turn,” he growls in a voice I hardly recognize before crushing his lips to mine. As far as first kisses go, this has to be the best kiss that’s ever been kissed.

9

Kade

I kissPenny like I want to climb inside her and make my home. That’s not far from the truth, crazy as it is. She was absolutely glorious writhing on top of me. I almost came in my pants like an untried teenager. I had to take control of the situation before that could happen. My self-control only goes so far.

At first, Penny kisses me back tentatively. As if she isn’t sure what she’s supposed to do and is thinking too hard about the logistics. I decide she’s thinking too damned hard and needs a little distracting. I bury my fingers in her hair and give it a little tug, making her tilt her head back against the mattress. She gasps into my mouth but doesn’t try to pull away and doesn’t tell me to stop. In fact, it’s the exact opposite. Like a flipped switch, she lights up, her tongue dancing with mine giving as good as she gets.

She wraps her legs around my hips and rubs against my cock. Penny might be inexperienced, but her body sure knows what it needs. I let her rub against me until she gets close to orgasming.

Not going to be that easy, shortcake.

Time to see how she responds to a little taste of dominance.

Sitting back on my knees, I pull her legs from around my waist and let them fall to either side of me. She whimpers and shifts restlessly. I almost laugh at the look she’s giving me, but I’ve seen that betrayed look before. All submissives have their own versions of that pout. What she doesn’t know yet is that waiting for release makes the release that much sweeter. I’m going to teach her.

“We played your little game,” I say as I rub my hands up and down her thighs. “Now we are going to play one of mine. How does that sound?”

I can tell Penny is having a hard time concentrating on my words when my hands are teasing her, but that’s part of the fun. As my hands get closer and closer to her pussy, she arches her hips, trying to get me to touch her where she needs.