“Heather, you have a choice to make now.
”
“What kind of choice?” She raises her eyebrows and gives me her full attention. Ah, that caught her by surprise. Good. I’m glad to know I can keep her on her toes.
“We’re going to play tonight, and we’re going to play hard, but you can decide what we do first.”
What the fuck? Why am I giving her choices? I rarely give my submissives choices in anything. I’m a hardcore Daddy, and when I play with someone, I make it clear that I’m in charge every step of the way. I don’t like the idea of giving up control to anyone, much less a submissive. I don’t like the idea of giving them too many choices.
Heather is different, though, and she always manages to get under my skin.
“Okay,” she whispers, looking up at me with those big doe-eyes. “What are my choices?”
“You’re getting a spanking tonight,” I tell her.
“For being a brat at the club,” she whispers. She knows.
“Yes, sweetie. No bratting ever goes unpunished.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“And for lying to me just now.”
“What?” He eyes are big.
“You said you weren’t turned on from the dancing.”
“I wasn’t,” she whispers.
“Come here.”
She takes a step forward so she’s standing directly in front of me, and I slide my hands up the inside of her thighs. She stills, watching me carefully as I slide my hands all the way up until they’re at the top of her thighs. I take one hand and slide it across her pussy. She quivers, and my hand comes back damp, wet.
“You told me you weren’t aroused, princess.”
“I…”
“Are you embarrassed?”
“Yes.”
“You never have to be embarrassed, Heather. Not with me. You do, however, have to be honest.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
The words shoot straight to my cock. Fuck. I’m turned on from her dancing and now I’m turned on from this. I don’t know how much more of this I can actually take. What I really want, more than anything, is to spin her around and slide my cock into her tight little pussy, but we have all night, and there’s really no rush.
I keep reminding myself of this.
There is no rush.
“You can take your spanking first, or you can let me pamper you a little first.”
“Pamper?”
“Well, you are my little girl, at least for tonight. Doesn’t every little girl want to be spoiled?”
She looks at me for a long time and I wonder what’s going through that pretty little head of hers. Heather and I honestly don’t know each other very well outside of the club, but oh, I’d love the chance to get to know her better.