Spoil Me, Daddy (The Virgin Pact Book 2)(9)

“Show me how you touch yourself, Mary…” he said to me, his hand still moving up and down his length. “What do you do when you’re all alone?”

I sucked in a long, heavy breath and placed two fingers over my clit. Still bent forward, I began to rub them in small circles as my free hand was against the wall to support myself.

“Ah, ah,” he chided. “Don’t put your fingers in your pussy. That’s just for me now. My fingers go there. My fingers give you that pleasure. Or my cock. Nothing else. Say it.”

“Your fingers. Your cock,” I breathed, getting closer to coming.

“That’s right. That’s my pussy now, isn’t it?”

“Your pussy,” I repeated. My hand needed to stay propped against the wall or else I wouldn’t be standing upright any longer.

“Hmmm…so you like to play with yourself, huh?” he said in a teasing tone. “Is that what they taught you in your Catholic school?” When I shook my head, Gabe continued with, “I think I need to punish you…I’ll make a good girl out of you yet.”

With my fingers still rubbing my clit, I breathed, “I thought guys liked bad girls? Aren’t good girls boring?”

From where I stood, I could see the immediate grin on his face. He started shaking his head from side to side. It took him a while to respond. “But good girls get what they want…and didn’t you want to lose your virginity?”

“Yes,” I said quickly, almost too eagerly.

“Are you going to be a good girl tonight? Are you going to stop teasing me and behave?”

I nodded my head, but not before I said, “I don’t know. Do good girls get to sit on Daddy’s lap?”

Still bent over, I saw the way his eyes widened. I stopped fingering myself, wanting him to make me come, and watched him keenly. He was probably shocked at my question, and how I had zero hesitation in asking it and calling him “Daddy.” Sometimes, I just really surprised myself.

I wanted him to take care of me, to discipline me, to put me in the corner when I needed it. I wanted his guidance, especially when it came to fucking.

“Come here, little girl,” he finally told me. He’d stop stroking himself, but his legs were still spread and his dick stood hard and tall unashamedly. I couldn’t wait to get a taste of that, to feel it inside me. Jane told me how her first time had hurt and that she bled a little, but Greg had taken good care of her. Would the same thing happen to me? I couldn’t think about that, not now. I’d been playing the seductive card so well despite my nerves all on overdrive.

Finally, I stood and took a moment – I’d been bent forward for far too long – before I walked over to Gabe. I took my sweet time, a little nervous about what would come next. He was right. I’d been taunting him the past couple of days. It was the only way I was going to get what I wanted. He was just too good. I’d needed to seduce him if I wanted him to take my virginity. I couldn’t pretend to be all innocent and angelic and wait for sex to come to me. I believed opportunities didn’t fall on people’s laps. Opportunities were made – just as what mother did. She wanted a rich man to give her the high-flying life? She made the opportunity by always staying gorgeous no matter her age.

I wanted to lose my virginity with Gabe? I made the opportunity and seduced him so he’d see me as a woman and not a girl. Even though he called me little girl, he didn’t make me feel like one.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked when I sat on his lap. Well, it was more like I was straddling him with my knees splayed on either side of his hips. I frowned a bit when I realized he’d zipped his pants back up, and his dick was nowhere in sight anymore. The only sign was the hard bump underneath the denim. Why had he put it away?

“I am…” I responded with a nod, bit my lip. “You hid your dick again…”

“I did.” There was no missing the mischief lacing his voice, the way his dark eyes held mine. “Didn’t I tell you good girls needed to be patient?” I nodded my head for the second time. “It’ll be inside you in no time, little girl. Splitting open that virgin pussy, filling you so deep you’ll have to wiggle your pert little ass to get me to fit.”

At that, I couldn’t help but inhale sharply and crash my lips against his. I couldn’t wait any longer. With every minute passing, I was growing wetter and wetter to the point that I was scared I wouldn’t be able to handle what I was feeling inside, and I’d be a writhing mess in front of him. He knew how to turn me on. God, did he. I’d been wet ever since the first time I met him at Greg’s house for dinner.

Even better, he knew how to work the foreplay. He’d tease me repeatedly and get me on the verge of finishing, just to do a one-eighty and pull back. A few minutes ago, he was fingering me and about to make me come, then he put me in the corner only to have me play with myself. And now, we were back to the beginning with us making out. No cock in sight.

I wasn’t going to hide the truth. I never did. I was an impatient girl, and he must’ve realized that when I started thrusting and grinding as I straddled him, my slender legs caging his thick, muscular ones. All throughout, he was responsive. Even better, he did so eagerly and with the same amount of impatience I had. His hands roamed to explore every inch of my flesh and he’d tugged my tank top out of my skirt so that his hands could snake underneath to touch my breasts. To cup them, let them fill his palms