Raindrops

He is watching me with a scowl, from across the hall as I close the front door. Raindrops dance down my soaked hair and to the floor as he raises his hand and beckons me without a word. 

I walk slowly, not taking my eyes from him for a moment. His dark eyes are a furious storm. There is nothing I could say, and so, I don’t. I know what I have done, and I know what happens next. 

Daddy raises a hand to my cheek, gently brushing the droplets of rain from my skin with a smirk.

“What have I told you about taking your umbrella, Kitty?” His lips meet mine, and I am swept into his arms, hearing him moan as he pushes me against the door. “Are you going to make it up to me?” Flames race through my veins as his hands wander up my thighs. He expects an answer, but all I can give is a sigh, that quickly becomes a moan. “Well?” His fingers are stroking me through the soft silk of my panties, and I cannot speak.

My breathless moans fill the air as I fall to my knees, shaking hands finding his belt buckle as I begin to make it right.