M y breath hitches as his hand draws a lazy line up and down the back of my leg. He moves a few inches closer to me so that both of our lower
halves are hidden behind the counter.
“If you keep prancing around the house like this, I might take as a sign that you want me to touch you.”
I swallow as his fingers get a tiny bit higher with each pass.
“Is that what you want, Allie?”
I can’t even form words to answer.
“If you show me your t**s again, I’m going to pinch them. Is that what you want?”
“Is... is that what you want?” I ask.
“Are you asking because you want to please me?”
Do I? Yes. I do, so I nod.
“Good girl,” he whispers.
I moan and shift my hips at his words.
“You like praise, Allie?”
“I... don’t know.”
“Then let me ask you this, do you want to be daddy’s good girl?”
