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“To be sexual while you are regressed, you mean?” he clarified. Not trusting my voice, I simply nodded. “I would be lying if I said it wasn’t something I enjoyed, but it’s not a requirement of our play. As in all things, it’s something that we can negotiate. How do you feel about it?”
“If I’m being honest —”
“Which you shouldalwaysbe with me. That one is non-negotiable,” he reminded me, his hand resuming its running over my skin, the cloth now forgotten.
“It’s something I think about often,” I finished. Even with his own admission that he had fantasies of the same thing, somehow admitting it myself was still nerve-wracking.
“Is that something you would like to negotiate in our play?” he asked, his fingers lightly trailing up my waist to my ribcage. I resisted the urge to giggle and squirm against him. This was a serious conversation, after all.
“I would like it very much.”
“Tell me more,” he whispered against my ear, his low, sensual tone sparking my arousal again.
“I like the idea of being taught.”
“Oh, I’mveryintrigued now. What would you like Daddy to teach you?” His fingers moved around my ribcage, finding my nipples and strumming them lightly at the water’s surface. The lapping water combined with his playing fingers driving me near to madness. “Come on, tell me, princess. Tell Daddy your every fantasy.”
I could barely control myself as one of his hands moved down my stomach, caressing the curves I so often loathed with a loving touch on the way to my pussy. My somewhat greedy pussy, where he was concerned.
“I want Daddy to teach me about my body.”
“You like the idea of me showing you things? Of showing you how to make these little nipples all hard and achy?” Fingers plucked at my nipples, just as his words described. I squirmed against him, every movement feeling more sensual through the water’s lapping warmth and wetness.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Keep going.” His fingers played at the seam of my pussy, not venturing further, almost waiting for me to speak.
“I want Daddy to teach me why I have tingles…mmm… there,” I admitted, my face burning so hot that I didn’t need a mirror to know I was a bright tomato red.
“Oh, Daddy is going to teach you about all of that and more, princess.” I didn’t have time to respond as he shifted me forward, allowing him space to step out of the bath. Confused at the sudden loss, I looked up at him just in time to see him leaning down towards me.
Strong arms lifted me from the bathtub, allowing me to get my footing on the soft bath mat only long enough for him to reposition and lift me up — straight over his shoulder.
“Adam! Put me down!” Screeching as he threw me over his shoulder, I begged him to release me.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I’m way too big to be thrown over someone’s shoulder! Ah!” I yelped as his hand landed right on my unprotected ass cheek, the slap ringing out as his strong hand met my wet flesh.
“Bullshit!” He yelled with a chuckle, flinging me down on the bed so hard I bounced. I literallybounced.
Before I could move a muscle, he was on top of me. His wet, naked body loomed over me, his eyes peering down into my own.
“And you will call me Daddy. Not Adam.” His dark tone made me clench deep inside.
“Technically, your nameisAdam,” I bratted. He deserved it after that ridiculous stunt. Treat me like a sack of potatoes, would he?
“Say my name, princess,” he commanded, his lips brushing over the swell of my breast, still hovering above me.
“Hmm.. Mr. Stone?” I tapped my chin, pretending to think over my answer. Hetskedfor only a moment before his mouth covered my nipple, his teeth digging into the tender flesh just to the point of pain.
“Last chance, princess,” he warned, lifting his head from my chest and wrapping his fingers around my throat. That light squeeze, the one that made the blood roar in my ears, washed away all thoughts of bratting.
“Daddy,” I breathed as my eyes rolled back in my head.
“That’s my girl,” he chuckled before my world flipped on its axis. Suddenly, he was beneath me, his hands guiding my legs to straddle his waist. His hard cock pressed against my wet pussy. The urge to grind was too strong; my hips gyrated over him.
“What a good girl! Grind on Daddy’s cock.” Hands grasped my hips, fingers gripping as he moved me this way and that, the tingles of pleasure fluttering over my clit and landing deep inside of me — which was exactly where I wantedhimto be.
