“Mmmm.” I drop my head back onto his shoulder, close my eyes and arch my back, letting my wicked fantasy spin itself together around me. “But you can do whatever you like with me now that I’ve been adopted, right?”
Edison goes very still beneath me, but his chest dips almost violently on an exhale. “Blessing…”
“You signed the papers and paid to keep me,” I whisper, circling my hips slowly in his lap. “You own me now, don’t you?”
His shaft throbs against my sex. “Oh…Jesus. Angel, I’ve confused you by calling myself your Daddy.” The sleigh carries over another threesome of bumps and he starts to pant. “We need to rein this in before it goes too far.”
“I want to go too far,” I murmur. “I think I…need to.”
“And it’s my honor to fulfill your needs, but I don’t know if we should…play like this.”
“Play,” I moan, loving the sound of that word. The feel of it on my lips. It’s a word that was foreign to me growing up in the orphanage where we were seldom given the chance to be frivolous. That word—play—is freedom. “Yes, I want to play.”
He’s breathing hard, his manhood is swollen between the cheeks of my bottom, but there’s still a thread of resistance left. And I have the power to snap it. He’s given me the power I’ve been lacking for so long and I’m drunk on it.
I unbutton my coat with nimble fingers and tug it open. I’m hidden by the mountain of blankets…and so are his hands when I guide them to my breasts. His palms slide into the silk neckline of my gown, palming my bare mounds with possessive yet conflicted hands. “Did you adopt me so you could use me for pleasure in the dark, Daddy?”
“Stop,” he utters hoarsely against my ear. “Oh, God. I can’t.”
“Play,” I whine, pressing my breasts into his hands. “Please.”
“Fuck.” Several seconds pass, his breath forming big plumes of white vapor into the air. “That’s right, Blessing. You’re going to be my little girl in the street and my fuck toy in the sheets. Is that what you want to hear? That I’m going to dress you in ribbons and bows during the day and use those same, innocent ribbons to tie your hands behind you back at night so I can rail you like a slut?”
Warm nectar snakes through the flesh between my legs and I gasp at the sensation, the pride I feel over growing moist for him. “I won’t tell anyone,” I promise up at him in a soft voice. “Not if I want to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly. My body is a fair payment.” I spread my legs open so each one is draped over his thighs. “Would you like to make sure?”
“Oh God.” The game we’re playing is making him feel guilty, but the telltale hardness keeps me pushing, because some part of him loves what we’re doing as much as I do.
“Don’t you want to know if you bought a tight one?” I whisper.
At that, his control fully snaps, unleashing a strained growl in my ear.
He blocks us from view with a blanket, then wraps his big left hand around my throat, gripping it tight. The fingertips of his right hand walk down the center of my body to my spread thighs, winding the hem of my dress up until I’m exposed and then he cups my sex roughly, making me gasp, the passing scenery around the sleigh turning even blurrier. “Fuck. I’m going to love coming in this grateful pussy.” He slaps my wet flesh and the sting is sharp at first, but it’s followed by a rush of painful arousal. “Forget how to say no right now, little girl.”
“Never. If I say no, you’ll send me back.”
This part of the game conflicts him the most, but he’s too turned on to deny me. “That’s right.” His middle finger parts me and delves deep, jiggling roughly. “You try to keep this brat hole away from me, you’ll be sorry. It’s mine now.”
“I’m all yours,” I agree on a gasp.
“Right again. I paid for all of it. Asshole and mouth, too.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And I’ll be test driving both.” He fills me with a second finger, pumping them in and out slowly, before withdrawing and giving me a few stinging smacks. “Starting with that mouth. Get on your knees and suck it like a grateful orphan.”
Excitement rushes through me. I’m the embodiment of a fulfilled fantasy. Perhaps it’s not a fantasy I ever expected to have, but this blurry area between right and wrong makes me feel hot everywhere. Exhilarated. Poised on the edge of something life changing.
I turn in Edison’s lap and slide down to my knees, hidden behind the privacy of the blankets, the white noise whooshing around us. There’s an enormous bulge waiting for me and I work to free it from behind Edison’s zipper. As I perform the task, he shoves his thumb into my mouth and I suckle it greedily, my anticipation growing to a fever pitch.