daddy's grammatical little whore.

rolledtrousers:

She played coy, even now, when she was just in her underwear and there was very little left of her for him to see. Still she dropped her eyes in a demure fashion, and she covered her chest with a free arm. The other, of course, went to her mouth so she could play her thumb over her lips. She knew he had a thing about girls who sucked their thumbs. 

She didn’t know which of them was more fucked up about that one. Him for liking it, or her for indulging it. Either way, they were fucked up together. That thought caused a little moan to push past her lips. 

He shifted in his chair. She could see the clear outline of him against the suit trousers he’d worn. It was almost enough to make her drop her arm and lose the underwear, and just straddle him.

Almost.

She dropped her eyes again, and slowly looked up. Underneath her eyelashes, he was just a vague outline, a delicious silhouette that regarded her with a predatory attraction, his eyes stripping her down far more efficiently than she had, just moments ago. The dress, the socks, they were cast about her like wrapping paper at Christmas. She smirked.

“You’ve got three seconds.” He murmured. Somehow, despite the low rumble of his voice, his clear cut accent made the words entirely intelligible. Which only made it worse. 

“Until?” She ventured, just a trace of smarm in her voice.

“Until nothing. You’ve got three seconds to get on my lap.” He leant back, his arms moving to rest on the sides of the chair. Her eyes narrowed, trying to figure out if this was a test.

“Three.” The murmur turned into a command, the number somehow compelling her to start moving. She took a step and then paused. Still eyes narrowed, still trying to figure him out.

“Two.” This one was a warning, fired wide, but enough to let her know he wasn’t messing around. Eyes, once narrowed, flared wide, and she surged forward to close the few feet between them. 

“One.” She might have dived, had she not had half a second to spare. As it was, she all but fell into his lap, her pert little rear landing on the tops of his thighs, and her legs curling up over the arm of the chair. That thumb was still at her mouth, and the edges of her eyes crinkled as she grinned.

“Three seconds until?” She mumbled, the thumb cutting out the edges of her words. 

“This.” His hand came up, and he turned her over onto her stomach, her bum up in the air. 

She had just enough time to squeal before his hand came down.

(Source: ageplay)