Lucas chuckled, setting the tray down on the nearby coffee table. “Chocolate and cherry,” he confirmed, pouring them each a glass of deep red wine. “Thought we could use a little refueling.”
Emily made grabby hands at the dessert. “Gimme,” she demanded, grinning. “I’ve definitely worked up an appetite.”
“So impatient,” Lucas teased, but he obliged, handing her a plate and fork. “Careful, or I might have to teach you some manners.”
Emily smirked, taking a bite of the rich, creamy cheesecake. “Mmm,” she moaned exaggeratedly. “Maybe I want you to teach me a lesson, Daddy. After cheesecake, though.”
Lucas’ eyes darkened, but he just shook his head, a smile playing at his lips. “Brat,” he said fondly, taking a sip of his wine.
As they finished their dessert, Emily felt a chill run through her. She glanced down at her disheveled clothing, suddenly feeling exposed.
“Mind if I borrow something comfy to wear?” she asked, setting her empty plate aside.
Lucas nodded towards a pile of discarded clothes near the chair. “Help yourself, baby girl.”
Emily stood, her legs still a bit wobbly, and shimmied out of her wrinkled skirt and blouse. She caught Lucas watching her intently and gave a little shimmy, drawing a low chuckle from him.
“Tease,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving her.
She grinned, snagging his discarded t-shirt from the floor and slipping it over her head. The soft fabric enveloped her, smelling of Lucas’ cologne and something uniquely him. It fell to mid-thigh, just barely decent.
“What do you think, daddy?” she asked, doing a little twirl.
Lucas shook his head, a smile playing at his lips. “Christ, Emily,” he said, his voice husky. “You look good with that just-fucked face in my clothes.”
Emily felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but she raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Maybe you should mess me up some more, then.”
Lucas’ eyes darkened. “Careful what you wish for, baby girl.”
Emily’s heart raced as she leaned in close to Lucas, her hands sliding up his chest. Her lips grazed his ear as she whispered, “Didn’t you say you’d have to teach me a lesson for being naughty anyway?”
Lucas’ breath hitched, his hands gripping her hips. “Fuck, baby girl,” he growled. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Tell me, daddy.” she whispered, her voice laced with challenge and desire.
Lucas dragged her into his arms, his mouth crashing down on hers in a scorching kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth, claiming her like only he could. His hand fisted in her disheveled hair, angling her head back further. She whimpered into the kiss, arching her hips against him.
“I’m going to spank you,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Hard and red, just like you deserve.” His hand trailed down her ass, his fingers squeezing her cheek. “Then I’m going to use this tight little body of yours until I can’t see straight anymore, and I’m not stopping until you beg for mercy.”
“Yes, daddy,” she moaned, her core throbbing with desire.
He grinned, wickedness glinting in his eyes. “And you know what else, baby girl?”
“What?” she panted, her head spinning with lust and anticipation.
“You’re not going to come,” he purred in her ear, his fingers delving between her legs. “Not until I say so.”
Her breath hitched, and her pussy clenched around his fingers. “But, daddy-”
“No buts,” he cut her off, his voice hardening. “You’ve been a naughty girl, and bad girls don’t get to come.”
Emily’s insides were on fire, her nipples hardening through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. “Please, daddy,” she whined, her pride forgotten in the face of such delicious torment. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
Lucas chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”
Emily gasped as Lucas hoisted her over his shoulder, his firm grip on her wrists sending a thrill through her body. The sudden change in position left her dizzy with anticipation.
“Time for your lesson, baby girl,” Lucas growled, his voice low and commanding as he carried her up the stairs.
Emily’s heart raced. Holy shit, this is really happening.
When they reached the bedroom, Lucas set her down and fixed her with an intense stare. “Strip,” he ordered. “Then hands behind your back.”
With trembling fingers, Emily peeled off the borrowed t-shirt. Lucas’ eyes raked over her naked form appreciatively before he spun her around and bound her wrists with what felt like silk rope.
“Bend over the bed,” he instructed.
Emily complied, pressing her chest to the cool sheets. She felt utterly exposed and vulnerable, yet thrillingly aroused.
The first smack of Lucas’ hand on her ass made her yelp. “Count,” he commanded.
“One,” Emily whimpered.
By the tenth stinging slap, she was writhing and begging. “Please, Daddy… I’ll be good…”
Lucas gripped her hair, pulling her head back. “On your knees.”
Lucas forced her to her knees, and a gasp fell from her lips as her knees hit the wooden floor. As soon as her mouth was open, he pushed his rock-hard cock straight in, burying his tip at the back of her throat.
Emily’s eyes watered from the intensity, but she didn’t dare resist. Lucas’ grip on her hair tightened as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. “That’s it, baby girl,” he growled. “Suck Daddy’s cock like the good girl you are.”
Emily moaned around him, her arousal pooling between her thighs as she submitted to him. In this moment, she was his to control, and she’d never felt so alive…
Emily’s mind swam with desire as Lucas’ harsh pace drove his cock deeper into her throat. His fingers stroked her face with surprising gentleness, the contrast of rough and tender sensations setting her nerves alight. She gazed up at him through watering eyes, seeing the raw hunger in his expression.
Lucas bottomed out, burying himself to the hilt. Emily fought against her gag reflex, determined to please him. Her hands, still bound behind her back, clenched and unclenched with the effort.
“Fuck, you take it so well,” Lucas growled, his voice husky with lust. “Such a good little girl for Daddy.”
Emily moaned around him, the vibrations making Lucas hiss in pleasure. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder as he withdrew slightly before plunging back in.
‘This is so fucked up,’ Emily thought hazily. ‘I should be disgusted, not turned on.’ But there was no denying the slick heat between her thighs or the way her body trembled with need.
Lucas suddenly pulled out, leaving Emily gasping for air. “Stand up,” he commanded, helping her to her feet. “Bend over the bed. I want that tight little pussy now.”
Emily stumbled forward, her legs weak. As she bent over, presenting herself to him, she couldn’t help but wonder what the hell she’d gotten herself into – and why she was loving every second of it.
Emily’s chest pressed against the cool sheets as Lucas positioned her, his rough hands gripping her hips. She heard the crinkle of foil, followed by the snap of latex.
“Remember,” Lucas growled, his breath hot against her ear, “you don’t come until I say so. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Emily whimpered, her core clenching in anticipation.