Page 111 of Wanting What's Wrong

My sixth sense about what we will be kicks in hard. I’ll give her all the softness someday, but right now, she needs me to tell her what to do. Showing her that following my orders and pleasing me will give her purpose. To give her safe boundaries and secure footing. From there, she will blossom into everything I’ve dreamed of and everything she needs.

It’s what will make her always safe and secure with me.

“What do you need?” she mutters through her squished lips and watching her struggle to ask that question feeds the viper, ready to strike inside me.

“I need you to put your head here on my shoulder. Sit cross-legged.” I want to control every detail, and I’m powerless to stop what’s about to happen. “Hands under the blanket in your lap.”

She moves slowly next to me, doing as I ask. I drape the blanket over us and pet her head. When she looks up at me with anticipation, I lean down and take her lips, listening to her soft moan while her body quivers against me.

“Horny little girl,” I whisper into her hair. “Just watch themovie and remember, we have to be quiet. Whatever happens, it’s special. Just between us.”

Her glazed eyes fix on the characters on the screen. The light, happy music playing makes the moment more surreal.

“Did you like how I made you feel in the limo?” I ask, brushing her cheek with my fingers.

She nods, eyes straight ahead.

“You liked when I played down between your legs. Made you all wet and wiggly until you had that special feeling?”

Another nod, that’s what I want—her agreement, her buy-in.

“Good. I want you to feel good. And baby girl, you’re going to learn how to make me feel good in many ways. Have you ever thought about touching me? What I feel like down here?” I guide her hand to my lap, pressing her palm over the stiff shaft as her breath stalls, then a little gasp as I move her hand over my erection, up and down.

“Cade,” she stutters, eyes flickering shut, chin to her chest.

“Ahhh, that’s something else. I’m not Cade, am I? Who am I? Who have I been raising you? Providing for you? What do you call me when you want to tease me?”

“Daddy,” she hisses, eyes flicking to mine, pupils wide, then back to the screen as I rub her hand up and down.

“That’s right. You’re a little fucking tease sometimes, little Lennie-bird. Calling me Daddy and knowing what it did to me, then not taking care of what you started. That’s a naughty girl. You live here. It’s my rules under my roof.”

“Yes,” she exhales on a shiver, and I know my instincts are right. She wants it dirty. Nasty. Right and wrong all blending together into a heady need neither of us will deny any longer.

“Now, take Daddy out of his pants.” I shift my hips, sliding lower and giving her better access to my zipper.

Her fingers fumble and tremble as she works the button and zipper. I’m commando, so as soon as the last zipper-teeth release,the head of my cock pops up, tenting the blanket. I release a long sigh, putting one arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

“Now, touch me,” I growl into her ear, her body warm as her fingers barely brush the center of my shaft, nearly sending me into an immediate violent climax. Her tentative touch turns into a bolder grip. One hand, then two, and Jesus, it’s heaven.

I arch my neck and rake my teeth up her neck as she chokes back a sobbing sound.

“Daddy…” Her voice is barely audible as her hands explore my inches.

“Touch Daddy.” Logical thought evaporates as I sink my teeth into the nape of her neck.

She yelps, but I reach over and clap my other hand over her mouth, hissing into her ear. “Be quiet, baby. No one can know you’re touching me like this.”

Her head bobs up and down in agreement. I kiss her cheek and release her mouth, slipping my hand back under the blanket again and guiding her touch.

“Like this.” I weave my fingers over hers, showing her the right amount of tension, the pace, and the stroke. Then I take my other hand, move it under the blanket as well, lifting my hips and slipping my jeans lower. “One hand here. The other, down here on my balls. Now, like this… light, soft, squeeze. There… good girl. I knew you would do so well pleasing me. You’re making me feel so fucking good, baby.”

Her little hands work in unison, one up and down, beating me off. She’s trying so hard, her face tense with concentration as her other hand cups and massages my nut sack until I’m about to bust.

“This is good?” Her voice drifts on the music from the surrounding sound as she watches the movie, then looks at me, then back.

“Fucking great, baby. Just keep going, up and down, then cup the tip with your hand, spread that pre-cum around.” Shedoes as I say, eager and willing as my eyes roll back at the sensation of her soft hands working my dick. “Here. Give me your hand that’s working my cock.”

She pulls one out from under the blanket and I take her wrist, tugging her hand toward my mouth, then spitting into her palm as she gasps, then holding it under her mouth nodding for her to do the same.

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