Page 61 of Blade

She narrows her eyes at me and then sighs and rolls them. “Because I argued with you about taking naps?”

“Nope. Try again.”

She groans. “Because you think I fibbed?”

“Nope. Not that either.” I stroke her thigh. “Little girls who don’t like to misbehave and rarely do so get punished because letting Daddy assert authority over you is a huge turn-on.”

She narrows her gaze. “That’s silly.”

“Is it? Did you not get aroused the moment I suggested putting you in the corner?”

She pouts.

“It’s normal, Little one. Very common. It’s part of the dynamic. You do something naughty, I discipline you, and you get horny from my dominance. It’s a huge part of age play.”

Her brow remains furrowed.

I slide my hand up her thigh. “Spread your legs, June,” I order.

Her heart racing against me is so heady that my cock pulses in my jeans.

“Now, Little one. Legs open.”

She trembles as she obeys me, grabbing my wrist with her good hand. “Daddy…” Her voice is breathy. She’s embarrassed for me to find out how aroused she is.

“Are your panties wet, naughty girl?”

She shudders. “Yes, Sir.”

I watch her face as I slowly move my fingers closer to her pussy. When only a fraction of an inch separates them from her panties, she’s panting. She’s still holding my wrist, but she’s no match for me.

“How wet? Soaked?” I push.

She tips her head back, moaning.

“Do you want me to stroke your clit, June?”

“Yes, please,” she murmurs.

“Do you think you can come for Daddy from nothing more than me touching your naughty little pussy over your panties?”

She nods this time.

I lean toward her ear and whisper, “I bet you need to come pretty badly, huh?” I stroke the elastic edge of her panties next to her pussy, not giving her what she wants.

“Yes, Daddy, please.”

“Enough to obey Daddy’s orders?”

She nods and licks her lips. Her eyes are rolled back. “Please.”

Her breath hitches when I lift her by the hips and turn her so she’s facing away from me. “Spread your legs, Little one. Straddle Daddy’s thighs.”

June parts her knees immediately, and I lower her so she’s facing away from me. As I spread my thighs, forcing hers to part farther, I slide my hands from her waist to her breasts.

Her head lolls back onto my shoulder as I thumb her nipples. She’s shaking. By the time I touch her clit, she’s going to go off like a firecracker. “Arms by your sides,” I demand.

She lowers her hands to her hips.