Payton #3
“There are a lot of reasons to want to submit and freely give up control—to take you to the edge of your boundaries, to test your limits with pain, or to discover what brings you pleasure that’s outside of your comfort zone.
” I stand and walk behind her, letting my hand trail along her arm.
“Maybe you want to relinquish the control that you hold onto so tightly in every other aspect of your life. Maybe you need someone to finally take care of you. Or maybe you want to let go of the image you have of yourself as the morally righteous, squeaky-clean, does all the right things woman so you can be the filthiest version of yourself possible. The desperate slut who wants to be dripping with cum and have every hole filled by a Daddy who’ll tell you what a good girl you are for giving yourself up for his pleasure. ”
She visibly shivers and closes her eyes as if that’ll stop her reaction.
I pull her up into my arms and walk her to the bed where I sit and place her in my lap.
I wrap her legs around my hips to hold her to me, even if it pushes her skirt up toward her hips.
She’s so damn little, yet she fits around me so perfectly.
“Hey!” she protests, weakly fighting me to let her go.
“Just hold on to me. Look, I’m not even touching you.”
To prove my point, I lean back on the bed and let her see my arms are behind me, not on her body.
She tentatively puts her arms around my shoulders and leans away from me, so we’re not flush together the way I’d initially positioned us, which is fine.
Whatever she’s comfortable with as long as she stays here with me.
I’ve had a taste of what it’s like to have Ainsley trust me, letting me touch her as I please, and now I can’t get enough.
I want her in my lap, my hands on her, any chance I get.
Fake or not, I’m interested, and that’s more than I can say about any woman who’s crossed my path in years.
“Will you stop saying all that shit about sluts and daddies and stuff tonight? I can’t handle it,” she says, her face angry, likely at having to ask for the concession at all.
“There’s a part of you that wants it very badly, judging by your reactions,” I tell her quietly, all the humor gone from my tone. Her legs tighten around my hips a fraction as if in confirmation.
“Well, the rest of me isn’t comfortable with it, and that’s enough to want you to stop.” Her face is set in determination, yet there’s a war going on that’s evident in her struggle to meet my eyes.
“Okay.”
Her eyes snap to mine, mistrust in the hazel depths. “Okay? That's it? From you?”
I smile at her again. “I’m fully capable of respecting your requests when you mean them. Just remember, I can read you better than anyone and I’m going off that more often than what your words say.”
“You’re so arrogant!” she snaps, her eyes flashing.
“I sure am, but you know I’m right. I’ll stop like you asked.”
She visibly relaxes as I speak.
“But you have to be honest with me about your requests, and yourself.”
“I’m being honest,” she says forcefully, and it’s cute to watch her grow prickly again as she’s wrapped around me, vibrating with indignation.
I chuckle darkly. “You want me to call that bluff and lay you bare? I can and you’re not going to like it, even though I sure will.”
“I don't know what you’re talking about,” she says, maintaining the denial, and I know it’s going to suck when she realizes I know her this well. She needs to come to terms with her own body, needs, and desires.
“I warned you,” I tell her as I bring a hand to her back and she stills.
“You’re so tightly wound and into the slutty submissive side we’ve discovered that you’ve been subtly grinding your sweet little cunt against my abs since I put you here, and I have a much better spot for that if you want to get off quicker, no touching on my part needed unless you want me to spank you again.
I can just lie back while you straddle me and rock all you want. ”
Her face blanches in horror at her body’s betrayal and she unhooks her ankles from behind my back, but I keep her pressed to me.
“Let me go,” she protests, eyes wide as she pushes against my chest.
“You sure about that, or are you just embarrassed that I noticed how your body was reacting and read you so easily? Get used to it. I see you, Ainsley, and I like everything, whether or not you do.”
She lets her head tip forward in defeat, relaxing in my arms and burying her face in the spot between my neck and shoulder.
I hold her gently so she knows I’m not keeping her against her will.
She lets out a groan before she picks up her head again, and I see her mortification, cheeks flaming red, eyes a raging fire of anger at us both.
“You’re the most infuriating man I’ve ever met. I need to shower and get ready for bed. Can I do that now, or do I have to ask for your permission, Daddy?” she asks sarcastically.
I smile brightly at her use of the honorific for the first time, loving hearing her say it, even with that tone. “Say that and mean it next time, Princess.”