Nikolai
She was still trembling in my lap, her bare thighs shaking, her breath catching every few seconds like she was trying to process what had just happened. Her cheeks were damp, but her eyes… fuck, her eyes.
Half-lidded, emerald green, dazed, glazed with utter satisfaction, but still burning with desperate arousal.
Still wanting. Still waiting.
She was soaked. I could feel it. Her slickness pressed hot and heavy against my thigh, her body squirming in my lap with need she wasn’t even trying to hide, not anymore.
Now she was waiting for what came next. I was going to give her exactly what she needed, just not how she wanted it.
I shifted her in my lap, capturing her waist with both hands and adjusting her until her soaked core was straddling my thigh. I pressed her down gently, making sure the muscles flexed beneath her, and her breath stuttered.
“Daddy,” she whispered, wide-eyed again, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
“You’re going to ride my thigh,” I instructed calmly. “You’re going to get yourself off for me, baby girl. Right here. Right now.”
Her lips parted. Her face went crimson, but she didn’t pull away. I slid one hand around the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair.
“And I’m going to watch.”
She let out a soft, shaky sound—half protest, half moan—but her hips twitched forward just slightly, already searching for friction.
“Do it,” I murmured. “Rub that needy little pussy on me until you come.”
She gasped, blushed, and then started to move. Slow at first, hesitant. Her slick heat slid over my thigh with every roll of her hips, the silk of the dress bunching at her waist, as she left a wet spot on my jeans.
I held her in place, one hand in her hair, the other resting on her hip as she ground down on me, every motion growing just a little bolder, a little needier.
She moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut.
“Keep them open,” I growled. “I said I want to watch.”
She lifted her gaze to mine, shame and lust warring in her expression, but lust was winning.
She rode my thigh harder now, her breath coming faster, little whimpers spilling from her lips every time she dragged her clit across the thick fabric of my pants. Her body was shaking. Her fingers grasped at my shirt.
I leaned in, mouth at her ear.
“Come for Daddy like this,” I whispered. “Like a good girl who doesn’t want her daddy to take her back over his knee and spank that bare little bottom until she’s sore and sobbing and very, very sorry.”
And she did.
With a choked sob, her hips jerked, her legs tightening around me as she fell apart again—hot, wet, grinding through the orgasm like she was chasing something she’d never had until me.
I held her while she came, and while she trembled long after that. And I knew that this time she hadn’t just given me her body.
She’d given me everything.
