“Called a thong. It was that or no panties at all. I can’t have panty lines.” I smirk. Finally I give a push back. It might only be a verbal one, but it’s something. “What? You’ve never seen a thong? You should see the back side.” He drops his hand from my throat and takes a step away. Disappointment fills me at the loss of his touch.

“No. Turn around and show me.”

I’m not sure if this is an order or a challenge. Either way, if he wants to play this game, then we’ll play. I slip back down off the counter, my heels clicking on the marble floor. I keep my dress hiked with one hand as I slowly turn around and pull it up to show him my back side. I make a point of leaning forward so that he can get a real good view. Did he say he’s never seen a thong before? I want to ask, but I don’t. That truth could hurt in ways I don’t care to think about right now or ever.

I watch him in the mirror. I expect his eyes to be on my ass, but they immediately lock with mine.

“Aren’t you going to take a look?” I run my tongue across my lips, wondering if he’ll push me to my knees again and make me take him into my mouth. The thought alone makes me wet between my thighs. “Uncle Gilly,” I gasp. No sooner than the tease slips past my lips, his hand comes down on my ass.

“You’re a little brat.” He yanks the thong down my thighs before he uses one of his knees to spread my legs as far as they can go with the thong at my knees.

“That’s not your problem,” I remind him as I push my ass backwards, unable to help myself. My own desire is now coating the inside of my thighs.

“Oh, but it is.” His hand slides down my ass. The roughness of his palm and fingers only drive me to want more. “So wet.” He groans when his hand reaches my sex. “Did you get this wet when you sucked my cock?” I nod, unable to answer as he starts to push a finger inside me. He doesn't go in deep. I watch him in the mirror as he moves his finger around.

“What are you doing?” I need him to do more, or I’m going to explode. His finger stops. his eyes once again locking with mine in the mirror. “Finding out that you’re not only a brat but a little liar too.” He pulls his fingers back out. I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t protest. I refuse to give him the satisfaction.

“And what did I lie about?” I ask.