Page 94 of Merciless Daddy

She took one sip while looking directly at me.

“Bed.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

The sweetness was false. The effect was not.

On the next evening she sat beside me on the sofa though there were three empty seats. Her thigh pressed along mine. She leaned over my papers and let her hair trail across my hand.

“What are you reading?”

“A report.”

“Is it erotic? A sex report?”

“No.”

“Then why are you breathing like that?”

“Because you’re sitting on my coat.”

“I don’t think that’s it. I think it’s something else, Daddy.”

By the third attempt, she abandoned subtlety. I sat in the office reviewing a dispatch ledger. She came in without knocking, shut the door, and lowered herself onto my lap.

One knee on either side of my hips.

My body reacted before my discipline did. My cock hardened against her through two layers of clothing. She felt it. Her mouth curved.

“Does Daddy intend to remain celibate forever?”

Her hands settled on my shoulders.

She was warm. Soft. Her weight fit over me with cruel precision.

I wanted to put both hands on her ass and pull her down harder. Wanted to feel her grind until that smug mouth opened.

Instead, I closed my hands around her waist and lifted.

She made an offended noise when I put her on her feet.

“Sal.”

“No.”

“We have an agreement.”

“Yes.”

“It includes sex.”

“It includes the possibility of sex. It does not require it.”

“I’m consenting.”

“I know.”

“Then what is the problem?”