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And until she’s clear of danger, Dakota’s still my problem.
I just might be hers.
So, right now, making this appearance, is crossing a line. Especially as I slide my hand up under her skirt.
Dakota shifts, giving me a silent invitation, one I’m going to take. I slide a finger under her panties and along the wetness there.
“Ready for me?” I ask softly. “Or have you been naughty?”
“Have you, Daddy?” she asks, raising her head, those blue eyes black in the low light. The hunger in her expression sends a dark thrill tumbling through me.
“Baby girl’s looking for a spanking.”
Her eyes narrow as she leans into it. “You promised more, Daddy.”
Another thrill. Because she manages to both instinctively inhabit the role and beg me to take her deeper into it all.
And that’s a place I want to be with her. Dakota on her knees, begging for it, taking her punishments, relishing her rewards, living for her Master/Daddy.
These are the fucking D/s games I want to dive into. The Master and sub with a twist. I don’t need her obeying my every word. I need her to look at me like she is right now. I want to see the defiance and need, the lust and anger, the beat that bleeds down into total submission, where she is in all ways mine.
“I did, but I said it could either be punishment or reward.” I lean into her, resting an arm on the rough brick, so the only touch on her body is the one where I play with her cunt.
She’s desperate for more. She wants to demand and please; she’s looking for praise and sweet words.
“Maybe,” I say against her hair, breathing in her sweet, perfumed scent, “I’ll do neither and just go.”
Like you’re not even worthy. The unsaid hangs there, cruel, designed to twist into her.
And it does.
In the low light, her eyes glimmer and her chin wobbles, and I almost comfort her. But that’s not part of the game, and it somehow makes this real. I’m not what she needs. But fuck, knowing that isn’t enough to drive me away.
“Please…”
“Please what?” I ask as I continue the slide along her slit, dipping into the heat and tight wetness here and there, as I keep her emotions spinning wild in the air.
“Don’t… don’t go. Punish me for being bad. Don’t… don’t leave me.”
I start to thrust long and slow into her, rubbing against her sweet clit and she bites her lip, moaning.
“Baby girl, I’m still here, aren’t I?”
She nods, pushing her hips out for me as an offer. One I take, as I up the movements into her.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Did you think I’d go?”
“Yes…” It’s a soft, broken sound. “D-do you want me?”
“Of course I want you.”
This is dangerously close to something more, something so soft and vulnerable in her that I need to stay clear of. But I just can’t help myself.
“Why did you wait so long? I needed you. I wanted… wanted you.”
“Daddy was busy, little girl. And now he’s here.”
She shudders and her clit throbs. She tries to grab my hand that’s working her, but our gazes touch and she drops them away, rubbing herself up on me, instead.
