Until I hear steps. His steps. He is coming up the stairs, slowly, like an approaching threat.
My heart races as he closes in on my door. I am panting excitedly, holding on to my sheets and staring at the closed door behind which I can hear him walking.
I expect him to stop in front of it and knock. But instead his steps start to move further away as he continues to walk down the hall.
What the hell. Do I really have to do everything here?
I jump out of my bed and quickly fix my hair and my negligé before I open the door and take a peek outside.
“Daddy!” I yell as I see him down the hall, with his back to me.
He stops and slowly turns around. His eyes widen when he sees me in my naughty get up. I am leaning against the doorframe, flaunting my barely covered body and casting him a shy smile.
“Could you come here for a second?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes.
“Abby…,” he utters, staring at me with the same expression he showed yesterday.
But then his face changes. His eyes narrow and he looks at me with a stern, unyielding grimace, as if he is about to punish me. I hope he will.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he hisses.
I narrow my eyes in a similar way, trying to look seductive. “Oh, daddy. I know perfectly well what I am doing. And I know what I want.”
He starts approaching me, fixating me with that stern, irresistible look.
“This is wrong,” he whispers. “We cannot do this.”
“You know what else is wrong?” I ask. “Jerking off in your little princess’s bedroom. You wouldn’t want me to tell anybody about that now, would you?”
He frowns at me. “What are you trying to say?”
“I know what I want, daddy,” I say. “And if you don’t give it to me, I might want to share your little secret.”
His eyes flicker as he closes in on me. “You wouldn’t do that.”
He stops, now standing in front of me within arm’s reach.
I look up at him defiantly. “Yes, I would.”
“You fucking little brat,” he hisses before he leaps forward, grabbing me and pulling me close.
I gasp in surprise as he grabs me with unexpected force. This time, I don’t have to lead his hands to where I want them. He grabs my ass, lifting me up on my tiptoes as he pulls me in for a greedy kiss.
I moan as he starts kneading my ass cheeks while his tongue invades my mouth with even more force than it did yesterday. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his broad waist as he carries me inside my room.
“God, I have wanted your tight little body for too long,” he hisses as our kiss ends. He is still carrying me as if I weigh nothing.
I cast him a naughty smile. “Take it then, daddy. I want you to!”
He groans and throws me on the bed. I am landing on my back, instantly spreading my legs for him as he scans my body while he unbuttons
his pants.
“You might regret this," he warns, while his pants are already down to his ankles and he starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Once I start, there's no going back, no room for mercy."
I seductively open my mouth and lick along my lower lip. My hand wanders down between my legs and subtly lifts the negligé to present my panties underneath. An obsolete gesture, as the negligé is pretty much see-through anyways, but he gets the hint.
“I am ready, daddy,” I breathe. “Please, I want you to be my first.”