Page 12 of Daddy's Claim
“I think little girls who talk like that get their mouths washed out with soap.” Where the hell that had come from, I wasn’t sure. Too much time with Cole and Adele, maybe. The whole Daddy thing must have rubbed off on me.
“I’m not a little girl.” The sneer shifted to a smirk and she grabbed a generous breast in each hand. “In case you haven’t noticed.”
“Oh, I’ve noticed, princess.” Deciding her language and attitude could wait for another time, I grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and pinned her to the bed. “You’re gorgeous. And you know it.” I let my free hand travel between her legs to where her barely-there thong was soaked through from her arousal. Rubbing her clit through the panties, I watched her eyes roll upward and her back arch. “You’re used to getting your way because men take one look at you and fall down at your feet.”
Nora hummed with pleasure, lifting her hips in a bid to force my touch where and how she wanted it. But I had no intention of giving into her demands, not yet.
“Naughty girl,” I murmured, moving my hand away from her soaked panties.
“Michael!” Eyelids flying open, she glared up at me. “What are you doing?”
“You’re not in charge here, Nora. The sooner you realize that the easier this will be on you.” It was my turn to smirk. “Me, I’ll have fun whether you cooperate or not.”
“Fine, you’re in charge. Would you just fuck me, already?”
“See, I don’t think you mean that. I think you’re just telling me what I want to hear.” Hooking two fingers in the waistband of her thong, I yanked the skimpy material down her legs and tossed them aside. With her bare, glistening pussy exposed, I slid a finger inside of her and began stroking that bundle of nerves guaranteed to drive her wild. “And until you can convince me you mean it, you won’t be allowed to come.”
“Oh, God.” With a low, needy moan, she writhed under my touch. “I mean it, okay? You’re in charge.”
“Not good enough.”
Her growl of frustration was paired with her tugging at my hands, trying to break free of my hold. “Let me go.”
“Now you’rereallynot convincing me, princess.”
“Oh, fuck you. Get off me, asshole.”
Pulling my fingers from her sopping pussy, I circled her clit. “That sounds dangerously close to ‘stop’. You want me to stop touching you, princess?”
“I just want you to stop fucking with me!”
“Ask and ye shall receive.” Releasing my hold on her wrists, I pulled away from her and sat up.
Shock splayed across her features. “Come on, Michael. You’re not playing fair.”
“Who said I was playing?”
I saw the moment she switched gears. A predatory gleam shined in her eyes and her lips curved up in a slow, fuck-me smile. One I imagine had allowed her to get away with murder in the past.
Sitting up, she shed the ruined dress and unhooked her bra. Eyes locked on me, she let the lacy fabric fall away. “All right. You’re in charge.” Placing her hands on my shoulders, she swung a leg over my lap, straddling me, the heat of her pussy pressing against my cock even through my slacks. “So why don’t you let me make you feel good?”
“That’s exactly what you’re going to do.” Triumph lit her eyes and I had to work to keep the smile off my face. “On your knees, princess.”
“I am on my knees.”
Cheeky brat. “On the floor. You’re going to have to earn your orgasm privileges back.”
Nora
Never in my life had a man spoken to me the way my new husband so easily did. Granted, that was partially because I’d never allowed a man any semblance of control in the bedroom. This wasmyterritory and I knew exactly how to get what I wanted when I was here. But Michael seemed impervious to my charms.
At least so far.
It seemed I was at the proverbial fork in the road. One way promised pleasure at the hands of a skilled lover, if Michael’s teasing touches were any indication. But it also meant giving in, letting him control me in the one area of my life where I had ever held any control at all.
Down the other lane lay power. Men were a sucker for a pretty face and a tight pussy. Once he’d bounced on me a couple times, I’d have him wrapped around my little finger. I could take care of my own needs later if it came to that. It wasn’t exactly a foreign concept to me, given the men I’d been with in the past.
Snaking a hand between us, I worked at the zipper of his dress slacks until I’d freed my prize.