Who's your daddy? || Michael smut || part 2 {tumblr}
"Oh fuck," Michael whispered to himself as his eyes ran over the lingerie. He grabbed your hips and pushed you into the door, his eyes devouring you with an animalistic glint you'd never seen before. "I've turned you into quite the little nympho, haven't I kitten?" he smirked as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Ready to try something a little different?" he whispered lowly, making you shiver as you nodded. "If I do anything you don't like, you just have to say the word spicy and we'll stop okay?"
"Spicy?" you giggled and he gave you a stern look. "Okay, I'll remember," you smiled.
"One more thing," Michael bit his lip and pressed his body against you, pinning you up against the door. "I want you to call me daddy," he said as he looked down at you.
Your smile dropped as you considered what he was asking you to do. Sure you'd heard of daddy kink and you loved when Michael called you kitten, but this was still a bit of a surprise. You were even more surprised that as you considered it, it turned you on more and more.
"Yes sir, daddy," you said as you looked up at him. Michael simply groaned in response before leaning down and kissing you hard. He picked you up as you continued to make out before carrying you over to the bed and dropping you on it.
"You have been very naughty, kitten," Michael smirked as he pulled his shirt over his head. You propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him undress, swallowing hard when his cock slapped against his stomach as he pulled down his boxers. "You used to be such a good girl, and I think you need to be punished. Do you know what bad girls get?" he growled as he approached the bed.
"S-spankings?" you said nervously as you looked up at him.
"That's right kitten," he smirked as he grabbed your leg and flipped you over, positioning your hips high. "You remember your word, right kitten?" he asked as he slowly slid down your panties.
