Reece
What have I agreed to? A man I’ve barely met who’s almost twice my age demanded a contract. And I just said…yes?
I thought I was the one in control, but I’m not. He’s turned the tables on me, taken over my own game. Now, I’ve given him myself for the night…what does that even mean?
It means—a wave of cold perspiration prickles at my skin—he can do anything he wants with me...
A feeling caught somewhere between fear and anticipation courses through me with such ferocity I can’t process it and it crashes down around me throwing my senses into overdrive. Each touch makes my heart pound harder, my breaths come faster.
Nipples hard as rocks…check.
Pussy wet and throbbing…check.
Sex clenching, wanting the massive cock I can feel hardening under my belly…
Check, check, check.
But this is wrong. So fucking wrong.
If it’s wrong, then why do I want it so badly?
His hand lands on my ass. I let out a yelp. “Ow!”
The fire spreads over my skin and pulls me from my hurricane of thoughts.
This is not the time to dissect my daddy issues or figure out the reason I’m in this mysterious warehouse laying over the lap of a strange man. One who’s been sending me filthy taboo texts.
I just need to come.
“Please.” The whine rises in my voice need surging in my core. I know what he wants me to say—his cock stirs beneath me in anticipation. “Please, Daddy, please make me come.”
“Didn’t you hear daddy, princess?” His hand cups my ass cheek. “I have to punish you first.”
He arranges me with my forearms resting on the low, wide arm of the sofa, my torso tilted up. He slides an arm around me, his hand flattens against my clavicle.
He wraps his fingers lightly around my neck. Possessive. Controlling. Like I’m something he owns.
His fingertips stroke my skin. His touch is so… erotic…I lose my breath. I’ve never had a man touch me like this… each move, each brush of my skin carefully orchestrated like a brushstroke of an artist.
He’s nothing like the twenty-something assholes I’ve dated. I’ve never even been with a real man.
He’s shifting my body, repositioning me to his liking. He frees my legs, lifting them, resting them over the cushions of the couch. My bottom is centered directly over his lap. My knees sink in the buttery leather, the tops of my feet rest on the other arm of the sofa.
My tiny dress is all hitched up, my panties on full display. The leather is cool against the bare skin of my legs but my face is on fire, white hot flames of shame licking at my face and the back of my neck.
I’m beginning to understand this won’t be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of arrangement at all. He’s experienced and patient. He knows what he wants and he’ll take his time to get there.
He’s so much older than any man I’ve been with. And he has peculiar tastes.
Ones that I’m finding I share.
Still, I’m fucking crazy to let this man lead me down a dark alley and lock me alone in a warehouse with him…
He squeezes my right ass cheek with his palm as the fingertips of his other hand stroke my jawline. “Who’s my naughty little girl?”
My world spins as the words slip from my mouth. “I am, Daddy.”
I like saying ‘daddy,' it turns me on. I like his hand smacking my ass, telling me I’m naughty.
He smacks my ass and the sound echoes through the vacant room. “You need to make your safety your first priority. Lock your door.” A sharp spank lands, making me suck air in-between my teeth, “and take your phone with you.” His hand lands in a volley of short, stinging smacks. “Understand?”
The sting settles into my flesh. I wriggle my hips like it will alleviate the fire he’s set on my ass. “Yes, daddy. I understand.”
He shoves my dress further up my hips till it circles my waist. The cool air rushes over my warmed skin. He smooths his hand over my satin panties. Chill bumps rise on my flesh.
“Such a pretty, pretty girl. You look so beautiful laying over my lap, just like I knew you would.” The tip of his finger dips beneath the elastic band around my ass cheek. He snaps it back in place. “Tell me, kitten. Have you been wanting a man you can call daddy?”
What the fuck am I doing here?
My words tremble from my lips. “I don’t know…I didn’t really know this kind of thing…existed…”
He runs a finger down the cleft of my ass over my panties. “You didn’t?”
“No.” Fuck…his finger is pressing through the material…is he going to touch the entrance to my…I wriggle my hips over his lap, trying to get away from his touch. “What are you doing?”
His finger inches closer. He is soooo going there. I wriggle harder, but his fingers tighten around my neck, making me pause.
“Not tonight, of course,” he says, “but one day…this,” a whine rises in the back of my throat as he puts pressure on my asshole, “will be mine.”
He lets me go enough that I can perch up on my hands and whip my head back to face him. “I don’t think so.”
His blue eyes bear into mine. “You blush so pretty when you lie.”
Fuck.
“Now lay back down over my lap and let me do what I want to you.”
I’m too filled with shame to respond. Instead, I obey, laying myself back over his lap.
His fingers glide up and down my cleft and the satiny material of my panties aid his teasing trail. Whenever the pad of his finger brushes over my ass, I tremble.
I finally find my voice. “What makes you so sure there will be another meeting? I’ve only agreed to one night.”
My words have his finger traveling straight back to my asshole.
“What makes you so sure there won’t be?” He presses against it, the pressure making my throat feel tight. It feels strange and shameful, but good, sending tingles through me kind of like when he was stroking my pussy...but different in a way I can't put into words.
A little bloom of submission rises in my soul like I want him to take me there.
“I…” My throat tightens and I swallow hard. “I don’t know.”
He moves towards my waist, hooking the waistband of my panties in the crook of his fingers. “I’ve been watching you, Reece. I know you’re lonely. I know you need a man in your life. And I know that man needs to be a stern daddy.” He tugs at my panties, pulling them down over my hips. "That man needs to be me."
Laying over his lap, having him touch me through my clothing is one thing….having him see my bare ass is another. I squirm against him, suddenly shy and scared to be bared to him. “Um, do you think we can leave those on?”
He gives a dark chuckle that rumbles deep in his chest. The sound reverberates against me. “Kitten, daddy wants to see every inch of your beautiful body.”
Somehow when he proposed one night in exchange for something I need, I forgot to consider the whole me-being-naked part. My friends tell me all the time how hot I am, how they wish they had a body like mine.
I don’t see it.
I’m painfully shy—I didn't even change my clothes in front of my ex—and now this whole thing is too much. Funny, I let him spank me, touch me, touch my ass, but my cross-the-line-point is him seeing my bare ass.
I push off of him and turn to face him. “I’m sorry, but I have to call this off. I can’t do this.”
His voice goes stern, dragging me from my thoughts. “Did you forget? I have something you need.”
His eyes lock into mine, pools the color of the ocean, and for whatever reason, I trust him. But I still don’t think I can follow through on our crazy arrangement. No matter what he might have.
“Come. Sit on my lap.” Leaving my panties around the tops of my hips, he scoops me in his arms, sitting me on his big, strong thigh.
Something in me wants to wrap my arms around his neck. Bury my face in his chest. Inhale his scent.
Crazy.
I’m ending this. Right?
But it feels so good to be here in his arms. I’ll just stay another moment. Then, I’ll politely ask him to pay for a cab. I’ll regroup. I’ll make a new plan. I’ll figure out how to proceed once I’m in the safety of my own home.
A home he’s been inside of…
I can’t believe I’ve let things get this far.
I look away.
He slips a finger under my chin, tilting my gaze up to meet his. “Baby. You know I have something you need. And you have something I want. You. But this exchange only works between us if you want it.”
His face moves closer to mine. His lips are now just a beat away from mine. I can feel the heat coming off him. “Do you want to see what I have for you?” he asks.
Kiss me…kiss me…kiss me…
“Mmm hmm,” I murmur. With his lips this close to mine, I’ve forgotten everything we’re talking about. I just want his mouth on mine. I just want him to kiss me.
What would it feel like?
He’s got to be a good kisser. As gorgeous as he is, as experienced as he is, I'm sure he's a damn good kisser.
I close my eyes. I wait for the kiss. I sense him pull away.
Damn…
My eyes snap open. He’s slipping his hand into his pocket. What’s this? Something shiny. It’s… a key. An old-fashioned-looking brass key on a red ribbon.
One I desperately need.
That key belongs to me.