It was cleaning day, and as usual, I liked to keep things simple—just panties and a loose shirt, no bra. The freedom of it made the chores feel less tedious. I was scrubbing the windows in the front room when I noticed my neighbor across the street. He was chatting with some contractor, but I could hardly focus on anything except him. Tall, dark-haired, fit, and always with this air of quiet dominance that made me weak in the knees. His presence had a way of stealing my thoughts.

I found myself staring, daydreaming about him commanding me, telling me I was his good little slut, eager to please, when I suddenly heard my name being called. Snapping out of it, I realized he was walking across the street, waving at me with that big, confident smile. My heart skipped a beat. Did he catch me staring? Worse—did he know what I was thinking about? My face flushed red, my thighs instinctively pressing together as he got closer to my door.

He knocked, and I hesitated for just a second before opening the door, still dressed in my panties and shirt. His eyes swept over me, lingering on my breasts, my nipples visibly hard through the thin fabric. I should’ve felt exposed, maybe even embarrassed, but instead, I stood there, letting him take it all in. I wanted him to look. I wanted him to imagine what it’d be like to take me—right there. I felt the heat rise between my legs, and my body betrayed me, pressing my thighs together again as his gaze traveled from my chest to my hips.

“Hey, everything okay?” His voice was casual, but there was something behind his eyes, a spark of awareness, maybe even desire.

I didn’t care what he was saying. My mind was too focused on him—his smell, the way he filled the doorway. When he finally asked if he could come in, I stepped aside without hesitation, letting him into my space, into the tension I was feeling. The way he moved was so smooth, so effortless, and I couldn’t help but bite my lip, my mind racing with images of what might come next.

He caught my look, of course. “You like my cologne?” he asked, his voice low, teasing.

I nodded, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, it’s... nice.”

He stepped closer, his arm brushing mine as he blocked my way to the kitchen. “I saw you watching me through the window. What were you thinking about?”

I blushed, the heat rushing to my face as I fumbled for a response. He wasn’t letting me off easy. “Come on,” he grinned, “I’m flattered. I just didn’t realize I had that kind of effect on you.”

His words sent a jolt of excitement through me. I could barely think, let alone lie. So, I told him the truth. “I was thinking about getting on my knees. Taking out your cock, and showing you just how good I could be.”

His eyes darkened, his smirk widening. “Eager to please, aren’t you?”

I nodded, my gaze dropping to his pants, noticing the growing bulge. Without thinking, I dropped to my knees, my hands already reaching for his zipper, but before I could go further, he stopped me, gently pulling me back to my feet.

Confused, I opened my mouth to speak, but he silenced me with a kiss. It was slow at first, almost teasing, but it quickly deepened, his lips pressing harder against mine. His hands slid down my sides, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. My body melted into his as he moved from my lips to my neck, his kisses becoming more urgent, more possessive.

His mouth found my breasts, his lips wrapping around my nipple as I moaned, the sound escaping me before I could stop it. My knees were growing weak, and he could feel it. “Do you want to be my good little slut?” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

I could barely form the words, but I managed to nod. “Yes, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, Daddy... I want to be your good little slut.”

His smile grew wicked as he stepped back, his eyes raking over my body. “Good girl. Now turn around.”

I obeyed, lifting my arms as he pulled my shirt off, leaving me in nothing but my panties. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, every inch. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, his lips trailing down my back as I shivered, goosebumps rising all over my skin.

Then he stopped.

For a moment, I was confused, but before I could turn to face him, he ordered, “Look forward.” I did as I was told, biting my lip in anticipation as I felt him slide my panties down, his lips kissing the small of my back, then lower, across my ass. His hand came down hard, a smack that sent a shock through me, and I gasped, moaning softly.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Now turn around.”

I turned, my body fully exposed to him now. His eyes devoured me, his gaze dark and hungry. He kissed me again, his hands tangling in my hair as I pressed against him, my skin flushed with need. His fingers slipped between my legs, finding my eager clit.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His fingers slid inside me, and I moaned, my body arching into him.

“Do you like that?” he teased, his tone almost mocking.

“Yes, Daddy,” I panted. “Please don’t stop.”

But just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, tasting me. His eyes darkened further, his arousal evident. He slid his fingers between my lips, letting me taste myself, and I sucked on them greedily.

Then, without warning, he stopped.

“You don’t get to cum until I say so,” he said, his voice firm, authoritative. He pulled his pants back up, smirking at me as I stood there, confused and desperate for more.

“Daddy will be back soon,” he said, walking toward the door. “Be ready for me.”