Filthy Daddy

Molly’s pale cheeks flush and she quickly gets to work. I see her tank top go flying across the kitchen counter from the corner of my eye and I smile, hustling out of the room. Upstairs, I walk into her massive bedroom, set on the far side of the house where no one can hear us. Molly’s not just a kink hobbyist, she’s all in, with a section of her walk-in closet devoted to her exquisite collections of costumes, lingerie, and sex toys. A smile lifts my lips as I look around the closet for her favorites, then return to the kitchen with everything I think I’ll need.

She’s seductively perched on the stool, completely bare, with her long hair flowing down past her shoulders, pert nipples tight with need and legs spread wide. I can just catch the subtle sheen of her arousal along her clean shaven pussy lips.

“Fuck,” I breathe out and drop everything in my arms on top of the kitchen’s center island counter so I can get started on ravishing her right fucking now. “Good girl. It means I’ll be a little more lenient…but not by much.”

A question flickers in her eyes.

“You want my permission to speak. Don’t you, wicked girl?” She nods. “Go ahead.”

“Will I get to keep anything I took, officer badass? I did purchase some of those items, and they weren’t cheap.”

Keeping my excitement hidden, at least from my face, I turn toward the kitchen counter and evaluate which of her props I’ll start with. I snatch up a couple of tried and true items, setting them down out of her line of sight. “I don’t think that question helps your case, Miss. Put your hands behind your back and link your fingers together—” As the words spill from my lips, I remember the bruise that her fucker of an ex-boyfriend left on her wrist. “Shit. We can’t use the handcuffs while your wrist is already messed up.”

She links her fingers behind her neck instead. “It’s all right. I’ll keep them up here.”

Fuck. The woman is absolutely hot like that, sitting with her hands raised behind her head, with her already perky breasts lifted even higher, begging to be touched. This woman has a way of giving me a thrill, stripping away my self-control, and just like all the times before, makes my cock throb in my pants.

I need inside her something fierce.

I step around behind her and she glances over her bare shoulder, all wide-eyed and pouty. I’m planning to enjoy every moment of making her wait, even if it’s pure torture for me. I move behind her and kiss her smooth pale skin beside the spot on her wrist I just bandaged up.

It makes me mad all over again. “That asshole of an ex is going to pay for hurting you like this.”

Molly turns in the chair and wraps her arms around my neck. “It’s fine, and I know you will. I’m counting on it. Come on, forget about it. Our game is actually helping.” She pulls back and gives me a soft kiss on the tip of my nose, and then she winks at me while her hands stray downward. They stop on my fly and she slide my zipper down, down, down.

“But officer,” she purrs. “Aren’t you supposed to read me my rights?”

Her cute, sexy moves bring me around. “Fine. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you as I’m ramming my cock down your throat…” I continue with the fake oath, loving the feigned expression of disbelief and fear on her face while I toss the handcuffs aside. “I seriously can’t use those with the way your wrist is bandaged up now. I should, in case you’re a runner, but today I won’t. You’d better be good. You’ve got some serious charges racked up against you, and you’re going to need to pay for every…single…one.”

I slither a silky rope along her naked shoulders and dangle it between her breasts. As she shudders from the teasing contact, I not so casually push my hips forward. She wraps a palm around my shaft. It’s beyond hard now, veins bulging, threatening to expand that much more form her touch. I hiss through my teeth. Fuck, her touch is intoxicating.

“Enough of that, doll,” I mutter halfheartedly because it feels so fucking good. “That ain’t how we play this game.”

I start to move away, but she tightens her fingers and begins to pump my shaft. Pushing her hair to the side, I bite the tender spot on her neck that she loves. Molly promptly releases me and lets out a small whimper. I know that sound really well. It’s the sound of surrender.