7
Julia
Challenge accepted, indeed. For some reason, she’d thought he might let her win, at least a couple of times. In her mind, it seemed like a “Daddy” thing to do. But Owen was a fierce competitor, and the two victories she managed to secure were hard-won.
“Uno!” she declared, happily waving her final card in the air.
Across from her, Owen scowled at the giant fan of cards in his hands. “This game is rigged.”
“Nuh uh. I won, fair and square.”
“You didn’t win yet, brat. The color is green.” Placing a card on the pile between them, he smirked. “Draw four.”
“No fair!” She drew the required cards from the deck, but didn’t bother to hide her pout.
“Very fair. Draw two.” Sure enough, a green card with a bold plus two on the front stared up at her from the table.
Shooting him a glare, she selected two more cards from the deck. To her dismay, the game seemed to turn against her and it wasn’t long before he was dropping his final card on top of the deck while she still held a fistful of useless cards.
“I win again.” He shot her a triumphant grin and she tossed the traitorous cards down on the table.
“I demand a rematch.”
“We could do that. Or…” Pushing to his feet, he rounded the table and before she could process his intentions, plucked her from her chair and sat her down on top of the scattered cards. “You could get your reward for being such a good girl this evening.”
“What kind of reward?”
The glint in his eyes gave her the answer before he even spoke. “The kind of reward where Daddy finally gets a taste of that sweet little pussy and you get to come until you can’t walk straight.”
Every nerve ending in her body seemed to come alive as her breath caught in her chest. “Oh. Yes, please.”
“That’s what I thought.” Gripping the hem of her dress, he pulled it up and over her head, leaving her sitting completely naked on his table.
“Lay back, babygirl. I’ll be just a minute.”
“Where are you going?”
“The kitchen.” His wink was probably meant to be playful, but it still sent her heart racing. “I haven’t had dessert yet.”
With her body already on fire even though he hadn’t even touched her yet, she hopped off the table long enough to gather up the cards before climbing back up to present herself as he’d requested.
“Such a good girl,” he crooned when he returned, a bottle of chocolate sauce in one hand and a can of whipped cream in the other.
It was so cliched, it should have been silly. But her body reacted as if he’d set up an elaborate scene with all her favorite implements. Her nipples tightened with anticipation as he shook the can of whipped cream and pressed the nozzle to her skin.
The cream was colder than she’d expected, sending a shock to her system that had her back arching in response.
“Stay still, babygirl. If you make a mess, you won’t get your reward.”
“But, Daddy…” She dragged the protest out, a pitiful whine she barely recognized as her own. “I can’t be still when you’re doing that!”
Moving the can to the opposite breast, he repeated the torture and it took all her willpower not to react. “I know it’s hard, baby, but you want to be a good girl for Daddy, don’t you?”
Beneath the mounds of whipped cream, her nipples tightened to the point of pain and her clit throbbed at his words. What he was asking of her seemed impossible, but she so desperately wanted to be good. She craved his approval and his praise almost as much as the pleasure he’d promised her.
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.” A soft pop alerted her to the sound of a bottle opening, and a moment later cold syrup was drizzled across her tummy, up to the valley between her breasts.