Page 4 of Daddy in Disguise

“Okay,” I whisper. “Daddy.”

He leans forward and growls as he grazes his lips along the curve of my neck. “Fuck, little bird. I like the way you say that.”

My head falls back, exposing the column of my throat and immediately, the heat of his mouth is against my skin, trailing scorching kisses up until he reaches my jaw and finally my lips.

His kiss is consuming, as though he owns me. As though he’s sucking the breath from my body.

It makes me tremble. It leaves me weak-kneed and boneless.

His kiss renders me vulnerable. He could take anything from me in this moment as long as his lips never leave mine.

And then it ends all too soon. He pulls away but only a fraction. “Tell me what you want,” he demands. “I touched you once without your permission. I stole a kiss without your consent, but I will not go further until you tell me this is what you want.”

“I want you,” I breathe out.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

The words fall from my lips so easily. “Yes, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.”

“Where?”

“Right here.”

“And do you trust me to protect you, little bird, from any prying eyes?”

I nod my head. “Yes, Daddy.”

He backs away to unbuckle his pants. “Show Daddy your pussy. Show me what’s going to be mine.”

My heart beats wildly in my chest and my breaths are more like pants. Who is this mysterious man taking command of me? I reach for him, my fingers touching the edge of his mask before he snarls and swats my hand away.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” he barks. “Unless they’re wrapped around my cock.”

His chastisement burns in my chest and heats my cheeks.

He places a finger under my chin and tilts my head up. “You didn’t know the rules, little bird. There are only two. If you want me to stop, just tell me.”

“And the other rule?”

“Our masks stay on. No names, no identities.”

Disappointment fills me but it’s consumed easily by my own desire. I want to know his name, see his face, but I need him to soothe the throbbing ache between my legs.

“Tell me you agree,” he says. “Otherwise, we’re through here.”

“I agree.”

His smile is wicked. “Then show me your pussy. Show me what I’m about to claim.”

My hands tremble as they gather the skirt of my dress, lifting it until he can see the black lace panties covering me. I expect him to be disappointed, but his smile widens into a grin.

“Black lace is perfect, but I want what’s underneath more.” He steps forward, grabs the side of my underwear in his fist, and yanks, pulling the fabric against my skin until it tears. He’s relentless as he keeps tugging until there’s nothing but scraps in his hand.

“I want to taste you so badly, but I don’t have time to savor you properly. So, it’s going to be a quick, rough fuck.” He dips his fingers between the folds of my pussy, tempting and teasing me until a moan escapes my lips. “Hold tight to your dress and spread your legs.”