“Come on, babydoll, what’s this gonna be?” Tim says as you drag him towards the bedroom by the forearm you can barely fully grasp. The giggle you let out was devious, unbeknownst to him, of course. “Something you’ll stop complaining about in a bit,” you say with your head turned to bat your pretty eyelashes at him. At the door, you open it to reveal the room decorated by countless candles and fairy lights, anything you had left over from hosting the many, many get-togethers at your cabin. It looked cosy, considering the week Tim had, incredibly so. “What’cha got planned for us, movie night?” He asks innocently, if he wasn’t the brute of a man he was, it’d be adorable, really.
“Something like that, baby,” you giggle again as you push him onto the big bed you shared and…. Disappear into the bathroom? What did you have planned? Was he about to end up like Jack? Confused, Tim’s about to call out your name. Just then, music starts playing and you step out the sluttiest he’s ever seen you. hell, even fantasised about you. The lingerie hugs your body just right, the colour making the flesh of your curves flush. You lean against the doorframe of the bathroom and smile at him like you don’t want him to pull those stockings off with his teeth. Little vixen. He breathes out a chuckle, his posture straightening, his demeanour turning predatory. You walk out and give him a twirl without him having to ask, you even bent over, pushing the already wet panties to the side to glide your fingers over your folds to give him a real good view after all. You straighten back up and turn towards him. “You like what you see, sir?” You say stalking towards him. Tim pulls you closer by the wrist, takes your hand and licks on the fingers you just used to spread yourself nice for him. “Who’s all this for, big ol’ me?” He smirks, the candlelight illuminating his tired eyes just right. You don’t break eye contact once.
“Yeah, only you, Daddy. Nobody else.” You let out in your sultry voice.
He pulls you onto his lap by the waist and gives your ass a firm clasp; you’re wearing his favourite scent. “And don’t you ever forget it, doll”. He rasps as he inhales you, slowly losing restraint.
“I hope you enjoy movie night then,” you say as you dodge his kiss slyly and get back up to begin to give him a show. Your movement is slow and deliberate, teasing with the hems of your translucent nightgown, anything you can get your polished nails onto really. If getting home with busted-up knuckles meant he’d get to see his little minx with her hair all done prance around to give him a striptease, he’d pay Toby to let out those tics of his on him. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, doll. Come take care of your problem” Tim says, patting his lap with a soft tone, a stark contrast to how he’s about to handle his good, good girl. You obey as you squat down between his lap, hands rested on each knee, and begin to give him the lap dance he deserves for taking such good care of you. Safe to say, this is only the first of the positions your big, strong man is going to have you in tonight.
Laughed evily typing this out, third drabble and it’s already freaky. my rise to power shall only grow stronger each day.