I’ll seduce her.
I’ll seduce her to fall in love with me. A woman like her is bound by loyalty and honor. She won’t be able to bring herself to betray a man she actually has feelings for. And I’m almost as good at seduction as I am at racing.
I fall asleep beside her, holding her, with a smile on my face.
We both sleep heavily after the eventful night we’ve had. I barely feel her move, and when I release her to turn over, she moves with me as if on instinct, her body entwining with mine as if she can’t let me go.
Some girls like space in bed. I’ve slept with some that didn’t even like it if you breathed on them. Not this one. I get the unmistakable feeling she’d crawl right into my body if she could.
She wraps her legs around mine, her head tucked against my back, and I sleep well with the warm comfort of her body next to mine.
I wake the next day still tired, could sleep for another damn hour or two, but I’ll be up before her no matter what.
“Mornin’,” I say, my voice groggy with sleep. “You awake, Sleeping Beauty?”
“Mmmph.”
I roll over to see her face smooshed up against the pillow, her blonde hair askew on the pillow like windswept cornsilk. I gather it in my hands, sweep it over her neck, and give it a gentle tug.
“Time to wake up, sunshine.”
She opens one eye. “What time is it? Like four o’clock?”
I glance over to my phone and touch the screen. “Six oh two. Up and at ‘em.”
Still, she doesn’t move.
I could spank her pretty ass and drag her out of bed. Or, I could come up with a better means of persuasion.
I roll over until I’m on top of her and glide beneath the covers. Her naked body’s warm and soft, her breasts pliant when I gently knead them. I take her nipple into my mouth and lap my tongue against the tender bud. She releases a moan when I suck as I bring my hand to her ass and give her a gentle squeeze.
“I said get up, Emma. Daddy doesn’t like it when you disobey him.”
I suck her nipple until the peak is hardened and she’s moaning and squirming. I grab her wrists and hold them by her side as I push my way down the bed, under the covers, making my way to her bare, wet pussy. I slide my tongue between her seam, moan when I taste her again. I’d forgotten how sweet and addictive she tastes.
She’s awake now, that I can tell for sure by the way her body hums beneath mine, and the way her hips jerk when I lap at her clit. She whimpers, pressing her wrists against my palms as if trying to grab for me, but I hold her tight and continue to lick her lazily, dragging my tongue up and down over her most sensitive parts. I feel the way she tenses and moves, read the way she responds, and give her exactly what she needs until she’s on the cusp of coming.
“Beg me,” I say under the covers, a sharp demand that makes her freeze. “You don’t come unless you beg.”
“Please. Please, fuck, let me come. I need to come. That feels so damn good. Please!”
One slow, languid drag of my tongue over her clit. I tease in a slow circle, suckle her for a split second, then do it all over again, reveling in the way she’s moaning and writhing.
“Not yet,” I breathe against her leg. “Don’t you fuckin’ come right now. I’ll whip your ass and put a vibrator in you. Make you come all day long until you can’t stand the thought, if you disobey me, Emma.”
“Please,” she begs, almost sorrowfully. “Please.”
“What do you call me?”
“Daddy,” she whispers. “Please, Daddy, let me come.”
“Will you be a good little girl for me?” I keep my mouth only inches from her swollen pussy.
She whimpers and writhes, her hips bucking.
“I will. I’ll do anything you say. Please, Daddy, let me come.”
I tease her again with another lazy stroke of my tongue, release her wrists, and reach for her hard nipples. I knead them between my fingers as I lick her pussy, going further down to slide the tip of my tongue at her entrance, then back up again to her throbbing clit.
“I’m gonna come,” she whispers.
I take my mouth off her. “You want to be whipped, then?”
A wordless moan is her only response as she tenses. “Please.” A soft, gentle plea, the most docile I’ve ever seen her.
“Answer me this, then, Emma.”
“Yes, anything. Anything.” She lifts her hips as if moving closer to me will make me lick her again. I chuckle against her damp, sultry thigh. “What?”
“Are you awake now?”
“Marioooooo,” she moans, but I hear a giggle in her voice. I love it when she giggles. It’s rare, and I cherish it every time. “Yes. So fucking awake I could run a marathon. Or come like a champion, if only you’d let me. Please, pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?”