Daddy's Little Pet | 18+

|The Strip Tease|

RENEE

It'd been minutes or maybe an hour since I'd entered this luxurious suite of Robert Clarke, the mysterious hot stranger who had picked me up from the tropical fruit stand earlier, and ever since then, I've been a mess in his hands.

From admiring his room to exchanging subtle flirts, his daring crude questions, and almost coming undone on his fingers, I was already living a dream.

He'd just told me to strip for him, and with a gasp accompanying his order, I stared deep into his piercing blue eyes. They were rimmed with some kind of conundrum I couldn't explain.

He wanted me to strip for him. I was supposed to be embarrassed, but instead, I felt the exact opposite. If anything, I was hot, wet, and ready to do whatever he told me. Though I'd not admit that to him yet.

"I'm still waiting, baby girl." His deep voice filled the heated air and my already closed thighs clenched more.

Remembering how he'd skillfully stroked my clit, like an instrument he knew well, my cheeks flushed, and I was tempted to reply him with something sultry, too...

"Yes, Daddy." I blurted out, and my jaw dropped as I realized what I'd said, but it was too late to take my words back.

My words had the desired effect on him though, because I saw heat flare into his eyes. He also brought his hand to his chin as he gritted his jaw slightly, and the sound was audible even to my ears.

"Renee..." He drawled, still leaning comfortably on the couch opposite me. "You're making me wait. I'm going to punish you so much for this. Strip for me. I hate repeating myself, but I've been doing just that since we've stepped into this suite."

"Well if I don't?" I smirked, shooting him a wink and his look darkened before he then replied—his words sending a tremor through my thighs, "Then I'll fuck you with your clothes on. Or I'll punish you badly. Make you wish you'd obeyed my orders from the beginning. How about that?"

A gasp escaped my lips, and I shrugged at him, opening my legs wide, with my hands going to my bra top.

"Good, continue." He growled as I began to loosen the knots of my bra.

I took my time undressing, wanting to act sexy in front of him.

This would be my first time doing something like this—stripping in front of a man. Dylan never told me to strip. He was a rush hour kind of man and whenever we were together, he would either undress me himself or fuck me with my clothes on.

Now that I thought of it, I wished Dylan had allowed me to undress in front of him because I was enjoying this particular order.

I was silent, deeply engrossed in stripping naked, until I was finally done. My wrap skirt was off, my bra on the floor, my round boobs naked and puckered ready, while my wet as fuck panties were still in place.

Fixing his gaze on my breasts, I did catch him licking his lips for a moment, but he stopped when our eyes locked. That action was hot.

I imagined him licking my nipples with his tongue, and the graphical image in my head sent shivers of pleasure all over my body. I also thought about him sucking my clit and eating me out...

"Don't take off your panties." His voice chimed in, cutting off my thoughts.

My wandering hands at the hem of my panties froze, and blinking twice; removing my eyes from his, I quickly did as ordered, dropping my hands.

I was seated half naked in front of him, my thighs closed again, and my whole body shook pleasurably. I was red all over, goosebumps all over my body, and the illicit moan sounds coming from the loudspeakers in the room did nothing to ease my tension.