Blue-Collar Daddy || Bang Chan

Chapter 3: Pipe Dreams

"Or are you going to defy me?"

      Bang Chan's voice contains a command, and from my novels, I know what I'm supposed to do. Pushed into my door, his body inches from mine, his lips poised to kiss me, my core flexes with need.

      "Yes, Daddy."

      "That's a good girl."

      But he doesn't kiss me. Instead, he steps back, hands on his hips as his hungry gaze scrapes across my body.

      "You want to follow my orders, don't you, (Y/N)? The idea makes your panties wet."

      "I'm SO wet."

      Bang Chan's gaze softens as my body trembles before him.

      "You're nervous."

      "Nervous but excited."

      "Let's pick a safe word. Your books talk about safe words, yeah? If things get too intense, I can say the word, and we'll stop."

      "Okay. My safe word is pineapple."

      "Let's try this again..."

      His expression hardens, his voice deepening with his controlling edge.

      "Take off your pants."

      The order sends a pleasing shock straight to my clit. I feel the urge to obey. My hands shake, but I manage to force them to move to my button, undoing it.

      "Slowly."

      I swallow hard and nod, then pull down my jeans slowly, sensually down my thighs. My skin hums as my fingers brush it. Unsure of where I look, I keep my gaze on the ground.

      "Look at me."

      He smirks at my obedience, a hungry sheen appearing in his eyes.

      Wow. He really thinks I'm sexy...

      When my pants hit the ground, I step out of them and stand mostly naked, before him.

      "You're fucking gorgeous, (Y/N). Do you know that?"

      "Thank you."

      "Good girl. Accept all compliments I give you. That's an order."

      Abruptly, he spins me around and pushes me up against the door again.

      "Stay."

      The door flexes as my belly and face press against it. My body buzzes as I stand still for him, submitting.

      "Do you think you'd like a little pain? We could start with a little spanking and see what you think."

      "The idea excites me."

      He rubs his thick, calloused hand down my back, inching lower. When he runs it over my panties, I push my ass out to him without meaning to.

      "You have the best ass."

      He squeezes one ass cheek then the other, and I moan into the doorframe.

      "I'm gonna leave my handprint all over it. Spread your feet."

      Might be fun to see what happens if I disobey...

      I glance over my shoulder, a mischievous grin on my lips as I keep my legs pressed tightly together.

      "Make me."

      "Oh, you want to be punished?"

      In one firm movement, he grabs me by the waist, scoops me into his arms, and carries me to a chair on the deck. He settles me over his lap and rubs his hand over my ass cheek. The anticipation is killing me.