Page 5 of Daddy's Temptation

“Not many people have been.”

Her lips tip up into a small smile. “Why did you bring me here?”

I stalk across the room to her. My hands tangle in her hair. One little tug and her head tips back, lips parting on a sigh. Her eyes dilate as her body swoons closer to mine. She wants this as much as I do, she’s just fighting harder against it. I wait a handful of heartbeats, then crush my lips to hers.

When she doesn’t immediately return my kiss, I nip her lower lip. Her eyes fall closed, parting her lips in surrender. My tongue delves into the soft recesses of her mouth. Stroking and teasing hers. My cock hardens behind my zipper at the first soft caress of her tongue. I groan into her mouth as she slowly gives in to her desire.

I tug her closer, needing to feel her soft curves. She melds her body to mine, wrapping her arms around my neck. Without conscious thought, I lift her up so that her legs are wrapped tight around my waist. She gasps when her back hits the wall. A picture frame crashes to the ground, but neither of us cares.

Candace rubs her pussy against my hard length. I can feel how hot and wet she is through my pants. It makes me wonder if my angel is wearing panties or not. My palm twitches with the need to spank her at the very thought of her being bare under the short skirt she’s wearing. I growl into her lips just thinking about men catching a glimpse of what’s mine.

I rip my lips from hers, suddenly needing to know what she has on under her skirt. I set her down and take half a step away. I curse when I see exactly what she’s wearing. How the fuck did her outfit not register until now?

She’s wearing a white blouse completely unbuttoned, the only thing holding it closed is that it’s tied just underneath her breasts. Her chest heaves and her breasts threaten to spill out. Fuck me. My eyes trail down the flat expanse of her tanned stomach to the tiny pink and plaid skirt she’s wearing. It’s so short that if she were to bend over, nothing would be left to the imagination.

I lick my lips imagining just that. What I wouldn’t give to bend her over my desk and flip that little skirt up, exposing that round ass…

“What do you have on under that naughty little skirt?”

Candace blinks lust-filled eyes and licks her lips. “Panties.”

“Show me.”

Her breath hitching at my command, but she doesn’t protest. Her hands drop to the hem of her skirt, and she slowly lifts it, exposing inch after inch of her creamy thighs. Thighs that I want to spread apart with my shoulders so I can taste the heaven between them. She pauses a millimeter shy of showing me for a moment, then pulls it up the rest of the way.

“Fuck,” I growl at the sight of pale pink lace clinging to her bare pussy. My mouth waters knowing those little panties are clinging to her wet lips, soaking up her honey.

Her fingers clench tight around her skirt, distracting me from the heaven between her thighs. Candace is looking at me with nervous anticipation as she tortures her bottom lip with her teeth. The longing in her eyes makes my heart clench in my chest. My angel needs me.

She gasps when I close the small distance and pin her against the wall again. I wrap my hand around her delicate throat, rubbing my thumb over her racing pulse. Teasing her with what’s to come.

5

Candace

Andre’s handaround my throat flexes slightly, and my brain clicks off. This is what I’ve been missing. He’s not asking for permission, he’s just taking. Instead of every part of a scene being hashed out to the nth degree, he’s acting on instinct. It’s this rawness that’s been lacking in my previous scenes. I controlled everything about them. If I had control, there was no chance of me falling into emotions that frighten me. Somehow, Andre doesn’t spark that fear.

With one kiss—one touch—I’m stripped down to my most base self. I feel submissive and small—vulnerable. And yet I feel safe. Secure in the knowledge that I can trust Andre to take care of me. He won’t betray that trust. He will honor my submission like the gift that it is.

I moan into his lips as he lightly brushes them against mine, teasing me with the promise of him. I try to deepen the kiss, but he tsks, keeping me pinned to the wall. His lips skate over my jaw up to my ear with the barest whisper of a touch. I’m panting by the time he sucks my earlobe between his lips and gives it a little bite.

“You’re so fucking wet. Aren’t you, angel?”

“Yes,” I gasp as he alternates licking and nipping my neck just below my ear.

“Who are you wet for?” he growls against my skin.

Oh, God.My panties are so wet I can feel them clinging to my pussy. I fucking ache to be touched.

“You, Andre. It’s all for you.” The confession frees something inside of me. Some small part that was still rationally holding on to the knowledge that I’m playing a dangerous game letting a man like Andre get close. He’s the kind of guy that could break my heart if I’m not careful. I can already feel my walls weakening and we’ve barely started.

“Such a good girl getting this pussy nice and wet for me.”Yes! I’m a good girl.Good girls get rewards. Andre’s fingers squeeze a little tighter on my throat. “Or are you my naughty little angel? You’ve kept daddy waiting for weeks… a good girl wouldn’t hide.”

Daddy.

The word steals the breath from my lungs. My pussy creams and my nipples ache. A small part of me protests. Andre isn’t a daddy dom… he’s never played with a little, and he’s a self-proclaimed sadist. His fingers flex around my throat again, bringing me out of my jumbled thoughts.

“I think you like being daddy’s naughty girl,” he growls lowly. “You want daddy to punish you, then kiss it better, don’t you?”