You couldn’t quite connect the dots that had led you into this current situation. How you had come to be draped over your neighbour’s strong lap. A hand against the back of your neck, pushing your cheek into the leather sofa whilst the other kneaded and grabbed at your ass.

A growl of appreciation caused your hips to jerk, pressing the globes of your ass further into the palm that was less than gentle with you.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Flouncing around my house wearing these slutty skirts, just begging for me to do something about it. Enjoyed teasing me, little one?”

Saliva ran from your parted lips, sticking to the decadent leather and all thoughts fled your brain. How you wanted him to move his hand over, the way that he stayed deliberately away from the strip of cotton that covered your pussy was maddening. The damp stain must be noticeable, you could feel your lust soaking against your folds and yet he didn't touch.

Crack!

Your scream was muffled, the blaze of heat stinging your ass from the thunderous smack that was delivered by Sasuke's hand. You wriggled, but it was fruitless, you were stuck fast and his palm massaged the hurt away.

"Tell me this isn't what you want and I'll leave you here until your parents arrive home. Use your big girl words, darling."

The edge of raw desire was masked by the cover of a falsely collected act, and you wanted to break it. To shatter it wholly and have this man, this darkly handsome man fall to his knees for you.

"Want it, Mr Uchiha. Want it so badly. Touch me... please."

He chuckled and it sounded ominous. Your breath hitched when he resumed the rhythmical wandering of his hand, lifting the one from your neck to skate it along your spine to join the other.

"I think we need to find a new name, little one. Mr Uchiha doesn't sound quite right, does it?" he purred like a contented house cat.

Your thoughts scattered once more as a single finger feathered over your panties, circling the evidence of your arousal and humming in quiet appreciation.

"So wet... all for me?"

You mewled your reply, hips twisting in your desperation for more - more friction, more undivided attention - just more.

The edge of cotton was pried away from your slick pussy lips, cool air making you shudder and then he was touching you. Feeling you so wholly that not a part of you felt lacking from his attention.

Dextrous fingers spreading your essence around, parting your folds and expertly teasing your trembling little bud.

You caught a look at him from the corner of your eye; dark hair falling over his face, equally starless eyes so intent on watching what he is doing to you and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. The name flew from your mouth before you could stop it, your heart freezing in your chest at the implication.

"Daddy - fuck!"

He stilled, and you feared what was to come next. Would he stop? Pull you up and walk away? Laugh, or worse?

Two fingers fucked into your cunt, and you were entirely unprepared. The anticipation and teasing had swarmed in your stomach for so long that you came around his fingers instantly. Clamping down on the rough skin that plundered your hole, wetness gushing past his knuckles and coating your thighs and his lap.

"Naughty little one, did Daddy say you could cum? I guess we better start from the top."