Emily tossed and turned in her bed, the silky sheets tangling around her restless legs. Her mind raced with thoughts of Lucas – his commanding presence, those piercing blue eyes, the way his strong hands had gripped her hips. She groaned in frustration, grabbing her phone from the nightstand.
Baby Girl: Can’t sleep, daddy. You’re on my mind.
Her heart raced as she waited for a response, fingers drumming against the phone case. When it finally buzzed, she nearly dropped it in her eagerness to read the message.
Daddy: Same here, baby girl.
A thrill ran through her at those words. She bit her lip, debating how to respond.
“Fuck it,” she muttered, rapidly typing out another text.
Baby Girl: I keep thinking about how good your hands feel on me, daddy.
She held her breath, wondering if she’d gone too far. But Lucas’ reply came swiftly:
Daddy: Tell me what you’d want me to do if I was there.’
Emily’s pulse quickened. This felt like dangerous territory, especially given how new their relationship was. But the memory of his touch, the raw passion between them, overrode her hesitation.
Baby Girl: I want your mouth on me, daddy. Everywhere.
She squeezed her thighs together, arousal building as she imagined Lucas’ reaction. When his response came, she could practically hear his deep voice in her ear:
Daddy: Such a naughty girl. I’d make you beg for it first though, baby girl.
“Jesus,” Emily breathed, heat flooding her body. She debated calling him, desperate to hear his voice. But a small part of her still held back, aware of how quickly things were moving.
Emily’s fingers hovered over her phone screen, heart pounding.
Baby Girl: So what exactly do you have planned for me tomorrow night, daddy?
Daddy: Wouldn’t you like to know, baby girl. Let’s just say you’ll be begging for more.
Heat rushed through Emily’s body. She squirmed under the covers, imagining Lucas’ strong hands on her skin.
Baby Girl: Tease. Give me a hint at least?
Daddy: I’m going to start by tying those pretty wrists of yours to my headboard.
Baby Girl: And then what?
Daddy: Then I’m going to kiss every inch of your body until you’re trembling.
Baby Girl: Fuck. Keep going.
Daddy: I’ll work my way down slowly… very slowly… until I reach that sweet pussy of yours.
Emily groaned softly, her hand drifting between her legs.
Baby Girl: Please don’t stop.
Daddy: Oh no, baby girl. The rest you’ll have to wait and see for yourself.
Baby Girl: You’re killing me here.
Daddy: Patience, baby girl. Now get some sleep. If you’re too tired tomorrow night, I’ll have to spank you.
Baby Girl: But I’ll like that, daddy.
Daddy: I know. That’s why I’ll do it anyway. Goodnight, baby girl.
Emily set her phone aside, pulse racing. Sleep would not come easy tonight.
Emily sighed heavily as she set her phone down, the screen’s glow fading and plunging her bedroom into darkness. Her body thrummed with pent-up desire, Lucas’ teasing texts echoing in her mind.
“Fuck,” she muttered, rolling onto her side. The cool sheets did little to soothe her heated skin. Emily squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ease the ache between her thighs. But vivid images of Lucas’ strong hands and wicked grin flashed behind her eyelids.
With a frustrated groan, Emily gave in. Her fingers trailed down her neck, ghosting over her collarbone. She cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple as it hardened to a stiff peak.
As she pinched and rolled her nipple, she couldn’t help imagining it was Lucas touching her. Her hips rocked involuntarily, seeking friction. Emily’s hand drifted lower, skating over the plane of her stomach. She paused at the band of her panties, debating. “Screw it,” she decided. No use fighting it now.
Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding slick heat. Emily bit her lip to stifle a moan as she began to stroke herself. “Damn you, Lucas,” she breathed. But even as she cursed him, she pictured his cocky smirk and commanding voice.
Emily’s movements grew more urgent, chasing release. Her breath came in sharp pants as pleasure coiled tighter in her core. She was so close. Emily’s fingers worked faster, circling her clit with growing intensity. Her other hand gripped the sheets, knuckles white. In her mind, Lucas loomed over her, blue eyes blazing with desire.
“That’s it, baby girl,” his deep voice rumbled in her imagination. “Show daddy how much you want it.”
A strangled cry escaped her lips as the tension finally snapped. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, making her thighs tremble. Emily rode out the aftershocks, panting heavily.
As the high faded, she flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “Fuck me,” she muttered, equal parts satisfied and frustrated. Two nights with the man and he’d gotten completely under her skin.
Emily grabbed her phone, tempted to text Lucas again. But his last message flashed across the screen telling her to go to sleep or she’ll get spanked tomorrow. Not that she’d mind that.
She tossed the phone aside with a huff. “Bossy bastard,” she grumbled, but couldn’t suppress a smile. As Emily drifted off to sleep, her last coherent thought was a mixture of anticipation and apprehension about what tomorrow night might bring.