He reaches a hand down and grabs my chin. “I heard the babysitter watching porn on my tablet,” he bites out.
My lower lip quivers. “I’m so sorry.”
He runs his thumb roughly along my jawline. “For lying or watching my videos?”
My lips twitch. I drop the contrition. Jut up a shoulder. “I wanted to know what you liked,” I admit in a naughty whisper. “I’ve been thinking about it every time you’ve had me babysit.”
I glance at his pants and his cock tenting those khakis. He’s as turned on by our games as I am. I can’t wait to play more. To see how far we can go. To try all these things I’ve never done.
“And what do I like?” Gabe asks, moving to stand between my legs, pushing my knees wider, spreading my thighs open.
I smile coyly. “You like Daddy-does-the-babysitter porn,” I say sweetly.
His expression is mean. His eyes full of punishment. “And you aren’t supposed to know. So you know what that means?”
“You’re going to teach me a lesson?”
“Damn right I am,” he says, and in a flash, he’s parked on the couch, jerking me across his lap.
I raise my ass for him. “Teach me a lesson, Mr. Clements,” I coo.
He pushes up the short skirt all the way to my waist. His breath catches, telling me he wasn’t expecting me to go commando.
But he stays in the role as he reaches across my ass, grabbing the tablet on the table. Like we planned. Without warning, he thwacks it sharply across the back of my thighs. I twitch. Then draw a tight, excited breath. “But I was so bad. Do you need to spank me again?”
“You’re such a naughty girl, Ellie,” he hisses. “You need to learn not to look at my porn.”
This time, he swats my ass. A hot burst of pain rushes along my flesh, radiating into pleasure. “I don’t think I’ve learned it yet, Daddy,” I say.
Another smack. Another sweet ache between my thighs. Then he sets the tablet down. Runs his palm along one bare cheek, then the other. “You’re not wearing any panties,” he says, stating the obvious.
I look up at him from my prone position, giving awho melook.
“Why the fuck is that?” he demands. “And you better tell me the truth.”
My breath comes out in a staggered gasp. “I was playing with myself before you came in. When I was watching your bookmarked videos,” I confess.
A filthy rumble works its way up his chest, and he lifts a hand high. Brings it down hard. I yelp and then I gush between my thighs as a gorgeous mix of pleasure and pain bursts under my skin. For a second, maybe more, he breaks character. “Fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” he murmurs. “You’re such a pretty, dirty girl.”
The praise lights me up. That’s new too—the pleasure of being praised in bed.
Then he turns me on higher and hotter when he adds, “You’remydirty girl. Mine, just mine. All mine.”
Instantly, I’m wetter. Achy between my thighs.
Then, it is on.
Smack, strike, tingle.
Over and over he whacks me with his palm as I wriggle and beg for it.
Gabe slides a hand between my thighs, groaning ravenously when he feels how slippery I am. “Mmm. You’re ready now. You know what I like. You saw it on the video. Do it,” he commands.
With my ass bruised and tingling, I scramble off him, get on the floor. Look up with eager eyes. “You want me to suck your cock like a good girl?”
He slides a hand over my head and tugs hard on one pigtail. “That’s right. Take me deep and gag on my dick,” he says.
I open wide, waiting patiently for my reward as he undoes the button of his slacks, then the zipper, then pushes down his pants. His boxer briefs go next. I gasp when I see his gorgeous, throbbing cock.