Her - S01 E12

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Her - S01 E12

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She put it in the half-filled basket hanging from my hand.

"I am surprised," I said as we walked out of the shop. "You haven't run to Louvre yet."

"I want to visit it with three of you," she said, almost shyly. She shone in the sunlight. The streets were quite filled. I pulled her closer by her waist as we walked.

"We'll make it happen soon then." She smiled. I kissed her cheek.

"It's your day," she said. "Let's do what you want."

I smirked. I couldn't help myself. She eyed me, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"You're a dirty man."

"Never said I'm not."

. . .

I laid get down on the bed, admiring her flawless curves as she looked up at me, pushing strands of her hair away from her face.

I took the rose out of her hair, putting it away.

"Are you going to be good for me?*

She nodded instantly. "Yes, daddy."

"Do everything I say?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Even if it hurts this...precious body?" I tugged off the little straps which kept her dress up.

Her thick thighs pressed together. "Yes, daddy." Her voice got quieter, filled with need.

It was so easy to play with her.

I pulled her dress down to her breasts which were covered with a white lace bra, adoring her chest. She looked up at me, big wide eyes filled with trust, love, and lust. This woman had a grip on my mind. She had me wrapped around her little finger and she didn't know it yet.

I kissed her cleavage. "You're precious." I kissed her neck. "You drive me insane."

She giggled. "You know," she whispered. "I always used to...kind of daydream about being in Paris without someone I loved," she said, letting me see a small piece of the puzzle she was. "It was sort of like this. Living in an apartment, walking on sidewalks, buying cute stuff."

"I want to give you everything you have ever daydreamed about."

"You and your brothers are everything I have ever daydreamed about and more."

I smiled. I could not help it. "You're getting romantic."

She gave me a cheeky grin. "I know. You're going to have to step up your game."

I hummed. "Well..." I ran my fingers on her side. She bit her bottom lip. "I can make you feel just how romantic I am."

Her face heated. Olivia wasn't a sub, and she was not quite a little either. She was somewhere in between. She needed more care than a sub but less than a little. It felt good to be trusted by her. That she thought I was worthy of taking care of her.

I kissed her lips. "Tell me," I said. "What do you want me to do to your right now?" I kissed her cheek. "Anything you want, I will do it to you."

"I..." Nervousness flickered in her eyes.

"It's only me, little love. There's no need to get nervous."

"I want you to..." Her fingers twisted together. "Touch me."

"Where?"

She took my hand by the thumb and shyly pressed it between her thighs. I smiled.

"Here?"

"Yes."

I spanked her, right there. She yelped, thighs shutting around my hand.

"Yes, what?"

"D-Daddy. Yes, daddy."

I smiled. "Let's play a game."

. . .

twerks away

Actually, I can't twerk.

I suck at dancing. And singing. Thank fuck I can write.