“Dree, you know by now that I’m crazy about you. I’m not going to stop anything.”
I slant my mouth over hers. Her fingers flex on my shirt and she digs her nails in. A moment’s hesitation, and then she opens her mouth and invites me in. I groan deep in my throat as I pull her closer.
“This is a bad idea,” she says between kisses.
“I have so many bad ideas when it comes to you. Do you want to hear them?”
“Yes,” she pants. “No. What are they?”
I slip my fingers beneath her top and stroke her back. No bra. Only sweats on her legs. I could have her naked in seconds. “We work. We fuck. You help me out with something I’ve been thinking about a lot. Since I met you, I’ve been thinking about it non-stop and it’s driving me crazy.”
“What’s that?”
I cup her face in my hands. “You, looking at me with those big, trusting eyes of yours as you beg me to hit you. Spank you. Push you up against the wall and choke you till you can’t speak, but you’re coming so hard that you might pass out.”
Dree breathes in sharply. “You’re right. Bad idea. Terrible idea.”
“Told you so.” I lift her up into my arms and she wraps her legs around me. I cup her ass as I walk her into her bedroom. Her adorable pastel yellow bedroom. I want to fuck her so hard in here until everything’s an untidy mess, including her.
I loosen my grip and let her slither down my body until she’s kneeling on her bed. “Pull your pants down and show me your underwear. I bet they’re cute.”
Dree fixes me a look through her lashes that goes straight to my dick. She turns onto her hands and knees. Still looking at me over her shoulder, she hooks her thumb into the waistband of her pants and draws them slowly down, exposing one peachy ass cheek and her white cotton briefs printed with yellow bunnies.
“Cute enough, Daddy?”
Fuck.
She’s so perfect I can’t breathe. I take her ass in my hand and squeeze. “You’re so cute it’s painful.”
Literally. I’m rock hard in jeans and it hurts. “You give me all the bad, bad ideas.”
Dree slides her thumb along the waistband of her sweats and drags the other side down. “Me, too.”
I slide my fingers down the cleft in her ass. “You like saying Daddy in bed?”
She arches into my palm. “I like it with you.”
Good fucking answer. I tuck my fingers inside her underwear. Pull at them. Stroke her. Listen to her soft gasps.
“I keep thinking about what you asked me. How could I hurt this cute little baby?”
She gazes up at me and runs her tongue over her top lip, the very picture of curiosity. “Yes, how, Daddy?”
I put my foot on her bed and haul her over my knee. “And then I thought, how could I not.” I bring the flat of my hand down on her ass, hard. Dree’s whole body jumps and her expression is shocked. Then she wriggles back against me.
I slide my fingers into her hair, clench and pull. Her whole body is braced tight. Controlled. Waiting. I spank her over her underwear and squeeze handfuls of her ass, groaning deep in my chest. “You’re turning so pink.”
Her legs start to shake and she’s breathing hard. Is this what she meant when she asked me to hit her? This feels cuter than what she was asking for, but we’ll get there. For now, this is perfect. Each strike of my hand is making her flesh heat and her breath catch.
“Good girl. Do you like that?”
Her eyes are tightly squeezed shut. “Yes. I knew this was a bad idea.”
I wrap my hand around her throat and draw her face up to mine. “Do you want to know what’s not a bad idea?”
“What?”
“You dancing in the video.”
“Your good ideas are terrifying. How about we stick to your bad ideas?”
One thing at a time, then. I grab a fistful of her underwear and tug it up, making the fabric pull against her pussy and wedge into her ass. Then I let her go and she goes tumbling onto the bed. “Be a good girl and show me those pretty tits of yours.”
Show me that you want me as much as I want you. Show me that you’ll do what I say.
Dree glances down at herself, and then up at me. “You could do it.”
“But this is how I want to play with you,” I say, getting up on the bed with her and murmuring in her ear.
She closes her eyes and sucks on her lower lip, as if embarrassed to be told to do this in broad daylight and stone cold sober. Being tormented is a kind of punishment, and she asked to be punished.