Then he climbed on the bed himself. He straddled me then with his long powerful legs. He looked down at me.
"I'm so sick of those goddam condoms!" He said.
"I don't need you to where no condom," I said.
He chuckled. Then he seethed. He had so much pent up fire in him, I worried that once he got started we both might self-immolate.
But for now he kept himself under perfect control.
He reached down for that leather lingerie he'd bought for my mommy. He touched it.
"I loved the feel of leather," he said.
Then he ran his hands up and down my slender sides. They were all covered in the leather nightie. It was tied up tight like a corset, right over my breasts. He slowly worked his hands there.
His hand moved over my breasts. It was a strange feeling. To feel his hands through the leather.
He grabbed the laces between my breasts. These were the laces that held the whole thing on. He gripped them tightly. Then he pulled.
The laces snapped in an instant!
Then he reached down. He pulled the nightie farther apart so that my breasts were exposed. He lay a hand on each of my breasts!
As his eyes glared into mine, menacingly, he squeezed. He squeezed hard. It hurt!
"You like that?" He said, challengingly.
"I do," I said.
And as strange as it was, I did.
Duke chuckled.
"Now tell me who I am?" He said.
"You're Duke Payton, richest goddam motherfucker I ever did know." I said.
I thought he'd like that answer. But he didn't.
"Try again," he said.
I didn't say anything. I didn't know what he was after.
His hands slid up from my breasts. For a moment one of them flitted around my neck. Slightly gripped it, then moved on.
His hands stopped when one was on my cheek and the other on my forehead.
"Who am I?" He asked.
He suddenly yanked back on my hair. It caught me by surprise so that I gasped.
Then it came to me.
"You're my daddy," I said.
He chuckled at that. Daddy chuckled.
"That's right. Good girl." He said.