Lucas leaned in close, his breath hot on Emily’s ear. “Change of plan, baby girl.”
Emily’s heart raced as he helped her out of the bath, his strong hands steadying her. They dried off quickly, the fluffy towels rough against her sensitized skin.
Lucas’ piercing blue eyes locked onto hers. “Get dressed in whatever you picked for me. Meet me in the living room. I expect you kneeling when I get there.”
Emily nodded, a thrill running through her. As she turned to go, his hand shot out, gripping her throat. He tilted her head up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be there,” she managed, her voice breathy.
His grip tightened slightly. “There like what, baby girl?”
Emily’s mind raced. She knew what he wanted to hear. “Like your perfect little slut,” she replied, heat flooding her cheeks.
Lucas released her with a satisfied smirk. As he strode out, Emily’s thoughts swirled. This commanding side of Lucas both thrilled and unnerved her. She’d always prided herself on her independence, yet something about submitting to him felt intoxicating.
Emily’s fingers trembled slightly as she slid the black lace bodysuit up her damp skin. The delicate fabric clung to her curves, revealing tantalizing glimpses of flesh through strategic slits. She adjusted the openings, making sure her most intimate areas were perfectly framed.
“Fuck, I look hot,” she muttered, admiring her reflection. A thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness fluttered in her stomach. What did Lucas have planned?
She rolled on the stockings, relishing the silky feel against her legs. The heels came next – sky-high black stilettos that made her legs look a mile long. Emily wobbled slightly as she stood.
“Steady, girl,” she coached herself. “You’ve got this.”
A few swipes of lipstick, blood red and bold. Her chestnut hair went up in a messy ponytail, a few stray tendrils framing her face.
Emily took a deep breath, steeling herself. “Time to be daddy’s good little slut.”
She made her way downstairs, heels clicking on the hardwood. The living room loomed ahead, shadows dancing in the dim light. Emily’s heart pounded as she lowered herself to her knees in the centre of the room.
“I hope this is what you wanted, daddy,” she whispered into the silence, a mix of desire and apprehension coursing through her veins as she waited for Lucas to appear.
Lucas walked into the living room with deliberate steps, his eyes roaming over Emily’s kneeling form. A wolfish grin spread across his face.
“You look so perfect, baby girl. So well behaved for me, my perfect little slut.”
Emily’s pulse quickened at the praise. She remained still as Lucas circled her slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. His gaze was almost tangible as it raked over her body.
“Stand up,” he commanded. “I want to see this outfit up close.”
Emily rose gracefully to her feet, the heels making her legs look impossibly long. Lucas’ eyes darkened as he took in the full effect of the lacy bodysuit, the strategic slits leaving little to the imagination.
“Turn around,” he growled. “Slowly.”
She complied, moving in a languid circle. Emily could feel the heat of Lucas’ stare on her exposed skin. When she completed the turn, he was right there, mere inches away. His fingers traced the edge of the lace across her collarbone.
“Did you pick this just for me, baby girl?” Lucas’ voice was low and husky.
“Yes, Daddy,” Emily breathed. “Only for you.”
His hand slid down to cup her breast through the sheer fabric. Emily bit back a moan.
“Such a good little slut,” Lucas murmured.
Emily’s mind raced. How far would he push her tonight? The thought sent a thrill of excitement through her body. Whatever Lucas had planned, she was ready to surrender completely to his desires.
Lucas circled Emily slowly, his eyes raking over her body appreciatively. A thrill ran through her as his gaze lingered on the strategically placed slits in her lace bodysuit.
“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” Lucas murmured, his voice low and commanding.
Emily’s breath caught in her throat. Her skin tingled with anticipation as she looked up at him through her lashes. “I want…” she began, her voice coming out as a breathy whimper. She swallowed hard, gathering her courage. “I want you to use me, use my body. Please, Daddy.”
Lucas’ eyes darkened with desire. He reached out and gripped her chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger. “Is that so?” he asked, his tone deceptively casual. “And just how should I use you, hmm?”
Emily’s mind raced, a thousand filthy scenarios flashing through her imagination. She pressed her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the aching need building between them. “However you want,” she breathed. “I’m yours.”
Lucas fixed Emily with a hungry look. “I’m going to claim your ass tonight.”
A shiver ran through Emily’s body. Part of her wanted to run, to preserve that last shred of control. But a deeper, primal part craved his possession.
“Please, daddy,” she whimpered. “Make all of me yours. I’m yours.”
Her voice trembled, betraying the war between her fierce independence and desperate need for his approval. She’d never felt so exposed, so vulnerable.
Lucas’ lips curled into a predatory smile. “Bend over. Hands on your knees like a good girl.”q
Emily hesitated for a split second before complying. As she bent forward, she felt the cool air on her exposed skin through the bodysuit’s openings. Her heart raced.
Lucas’ voice was low and gravelly as he leaned in close. “First, I’m going to put a pretty plug inside you. Do you want that, baby girl?”
Emily’s breath caught. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
She heard his footsteps retreat and the sound of Lucas rummaging reached Emily’s ears. She fought the urge to peek over her shoulder, knowing he expected her to remain still. Her muscles quivered with anticipation.
When Lucas returned, the telltale click of a lube bottle sent a jolt through her body. Something cold and slick pressed against her exposed ass, making her gasp.
“Easy, baby girl,” Lucas murmured, his free hand steadying her hip. “Breathe for me.”
Emily inhaled deeply, trying to relax as she felt the cold metal plug teasing her entrance. Lucas worked it in and out slowly, each pass going a little deeper.
“Fuck,” she hissed, her fingers digging into her thighs.
Lucas chuckled darkly. “Such a filthy mouth on my perfect little slut.”
The plug sank in further, stretching her in ways she’d never experienced. Emily bit her lip, muffling a moan as it finally seated fully inside her.
“There we go,” Lucas purred, giving her ass a sharp smack. “How does that feel, baby?”
Emily’s mind reeled, overwhelmed by the new sensation. “Full,” she managed. “I feel so full, Daddy.”
Lucas stood behind Emily, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, squeezing and parting them. “God, you look so fucking pretty like this,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “This plug looks perfect nestled in your tight little ass.”
Emily whimpered, her body trembling under his touch. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly aroused.
Without warning, Lucas sank a finger into her dripping pussy. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so wet, baby girl.”
Emily gasped, her inner walls clenching around his finger. Lucas pushed his finger against her back wall, applying pressure to the plug from the inside. The dual sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
“Daddy!” she cried out, her legs shaking as she struggled to maintain her position.
Lucas’ free hand came down hard on her ass, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Emily’s cry of pleasure morphed into a deep, guttural groan.
“That’s it,” Lucas encouraged, his breath hot against her ear. “Let me hear how much you love this, my perfect little slut.”
Emily’s mind swam, lost in a haze of pain and pleasure. She wanted to beg for more, to plead with Lucas to use her, to fuck her senseless. But all she could manage was a desperate whimper as he continued to work her body with expert precision.
Lucas withdrew his finger, leaving her aching and empty. His hands left her ass, fumbling with something she couldn’t see. Moments later, she felt a cool, slippery sensation on her heated skin.
“I’m going to spank you now, my little slut. Ten to start. Then we’ll see how you’re doing.”
Emily’s heart raced. She could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth, but she knew she craved this, needed it. “Yes, Daddy.”