Page 43 of Caged in Desire
Wait a second…are you telling me you gave it up after the first date?
Sloane:
Idk, are you telling me you gave it up to an anonymous man in a mask at a club?
Margot:
Touché.
Margot:
Yes, a date. Make him take you on a date. I’m not sure if he deserves you putting out on the first date.
Me:
Well, he technically already put a ring on it.
Margot:
That's true… But if you want to drive himwild.Make him wait.
“Under eight minutes!” I squeal, wrapping my arms around Henry as he fills in the last word.
I’m in my usual position, sitting sideways across his lap. I thought through every possible way to make it work, straddling him while also working on the puzzle, but came up with nothing. I even used the desk chair in my room to visualize it, until I leaned too far back and toppled over, chair and all.
Ultimately, I decided to transition to said straddle after completing the crossword. Which was all fun and games until now. I had at least ten different segues rehearsed and ready to go, but can I think of a single one of them now? Not a chance.
As if he can read my mind, Henry spins me around on his lap, adjusting my legs around him. “There, that’s better,” he says with a smirk.
Oh God, I’m melting.Despite nearly freezing to death for the past week, I decided on a short little linen dress, and it's completely pulled up to my waist. To make matters worse, the lacy thong I chose has migrated to the side, meaning Henry’s trousers are the only thing separating me from the monster cock I know is hiding underneath.
I’m a squirming mess, to be honest. But the more I try to adjust, the harder he grows beneath me.
“Stop that,” he teases with a smack to the back of my thigh. His teasing ignites confidence in me, and I make even more of an effort with my wiggling.
“I said stop that, Katarina.” This time, there’s no humor to his tone. But despite his words, he pulls me down onto him.
Somehow, my confidence remains, and I make a show of biting my lower lip. “Or what?”
He growls a warning, but I don’t back down.
“What are you going to do, Daddy? Spank me?”
We’re both up in a flash. Henry carries me effortlessly to his desk before spinning me around and bending me over the cold, smooth wood. I welcome the heat from his body as he leans over me, trailing kisses from the back of my shoulder to my nape.
“You want me to spank you?” he asks, his breath tickling my ear.
I can hardlybreathe,much less talk.
Wrapping his fist around my braid, he pulls my head back.Hard.
“I asked you a question, little girl.” His other hand rubs circles around where the hem of my dress rests mid-thigh. Chill bumps erupt throughout my body even though I feel like I’m on fire.
“Yes, sir.”
Still holding on to my braid with one hand, he slowly makes his way up my thigh with the other. “Mmm, I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, Kitten.”
“Henry…please!”I beg. I don’t know what I’m asking for, but Ineed something.
