Little.
“You are my sweet little babygirl. You know who you are, don’t you?”
I nod as the hand he held at my ankle begins an upward movement. Fingertips light and grazing up the inside of my calf. Moving up. My knee.
The inside of my thigh.
I can’t breathe.
Without thinking, I open my legs a bit. Wanting more and willing to take whatever he offers.
His breathing speeds up, his chest moving up and down under me as the iron grip on the back of my neck holds me firmly in place.
“Yes,” I whisper, answering his question as I melt into the moment.
His fingers pause on my tingling skin. Lust invades every cell in my body. I want to exist for him to do this. To touch me and use me for his needs. To be his plaything.
His mouth comes to mine. The warm wetness of his tongue opens my lips as his beard rasps on my skin. He kisses me solid and deep. There is no hesitation; he takes the kiss from me and leaves me breathless.
Our mouths open to each other, tongues winding, and little whimpers catch and release in my throat. When our kiss seems ready to knock us over into something more, Rueger pulls back.
“Do you want Daddy’s fingers to go higher?” His sapphire blue eyes lock on to mine.
I inhale sharply as he moves them up just an inch. Teasing me as my legs fall open and I nearly topple over into an orgasm from his words and the longing I see burning in his eyes.
“Yes, please, Daddy.” The words flow out of me so naturally, it heightens my arousal to nearly unbearable levels.
I’m shaking. Quivering here on his lap with the hardness of him under me and his eyes and fingers feeling like they are connecting to my very soul.
Before I can take my next breath, he’s got me up and off his lap. Placing me onto the center cushion of the sofa and standing before me, taking off his shirt in one fluid motion and tossing it onto the armchair to our left.
The sight of his massive body turns me to jelly. I’ve imagined how he looked under his suits and T-shirts. But the reality is a thousand times better than any of my fantasies. His muscles are taut. Deep valleys run between them, and he bridges that perfect balance between thick and bulk. He’s a man. My belly twists, and all the muscles in my core lock down.
My panties are soaking. I feel the heat between my legs as he stands there silently regarding me for a long moment.
When he does speak, I’m helpless, willing to give him whatever he needs, hoping beyond hope he will give me what I need.
“Baby, lift up your skirt and open your legs for Daddy. I want to see if you are wet for me. Show Daddy how much you want him.”
I do as he asks, my fingers shaking but moving the white fabric of my skirt upward until the cooler hair hits my skin and I feel it chill the soaking fabric between my legs.
I open them, watching as his brow knits together and the tendons in his forearms shift under his skin. The hair on his arms moves with the muscles underneath. My eyes manage to fight their way to his face, hoping I will see that he is pleased. But what I see make me shiver.
“Do you think I can see how wet your panties are like that?” His voice turns dark, hard, and instead of igniting fear in me, I’m more aroused than ever.
“I thought so,” I manage to squeak out.
“Get your fucking heels up on that sofa. Scoot your ass down a little and spread your legs properly for Daddy. What you have right there is mine now, and when I want it on display, you give it to me. Make sure I can see it. You understand what I mean, Babygirl?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I do as he says. Wiggling lower on the sofa, raising my feet so my heels dig into the soft cushion, I open myself wide, my knees falling to the sides as my hands still hold on to the fabric of my skirt.
Then I see it in his eyes before I hear it. Words I didn’t know meant so much to me.
“Good girl.”
Rivers of tears spring from my eyes, and I note an even deeper sense of pleasure from him at my emotional response. This sort of connection with another human being is something I didn’t know could exist. I knew from the first time I met Rueger there was a deep draw toward him, but honestly, I thought it was just me.
I mean, look at him. He’s every woman’s version of lumberjack bad boy turned successful millionaire.