Page 10 of The Music in Me

“Daddy!” I screamed without thinking, legs falling open as I surrendered to the madness. “It feels so good, Daddy.”

My body shook and vibrated, legs pressing against the table as I tried to push myself closer to his hand. Pleasure climbed up my spine, whips of ecstasy slashing across my senses and building a tidal wave around my clit. He pushed deeper, and I clenched around him automatically, pleasure streaking through every cell of my body until it could take no more, and I prepared to go bust.

I was wrenched back to earth when Leon slid his fingers from my pussy and took a step back.

“No!” I screamed, my entire body jerking like I was trying to escape a straitjacket. The loss of his fingers felt like a gaping hole between my legs. An empty hole that hurt almost as good as it had felt a few moments ago. “Please, Daddy. I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can,” he said, holding his hands up. His fingers still dripped with my juice. “And for the grand finale, I’ll show you what you’ll get tonight.” He reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. It was just as big as I’d remembered, almost regal in the way it lay on his palm, and he made it shiny by stroking it with the hand still wet from my juice. “This, baby girl,” he whispered in a voice thick with hunger and lust, “is what you’re going to get tonight. My cock in your pussy, sliding down your throat, and fucking you until you come. Do you want this, Kira?”

I nodded so fast I gave myself whiplash and would have leaped across the room to take what he’d offered if that didn’t mean releasing my grip on the table. “Yes, Daddy,” I said, not missing how needy I sounded.

“Watch, baby,” he said as he continued to stroke himself. “See how hard you make me? See how badly I want you to feel this cock?”

“Then give it to me,” I begged. “Please, let me help you come.”

He kept his gaze on me. “Not until you prove to me that you deserve this. Show me I can trust you with this gift,” he said, fists stroking faster and his moans turning into grunts of impending ejaculation.

It was torture to watch him and not be able to do anything. I wanted to replace his fist with my throat. I heard him curse under his breath, our gaze locked as he grabbed a napkin from the table and shot his seed inside it. His groans were muted as he came, veins popping on his arms and forehead. It was a beautiful sight.

When he was done, he balled up the napkin and tossed it in the bin in the corner. I stared at Leon as he pulled his pants up and buttoned it, disappointed he’d denied me the pleasure of feeling his cock as he came. In my hand or mouth, I really didn’t care. My pussy throbbed with need and my nipples were painfully hard, begging for his hand and mouth. Yet all I could think of was how much I would have loved it if he’d been in my mouth when he came. He was punishing me, and damn if it was not working.

“Not fair,” I muttered. “I did everything you asked. You said not to let go of the table and to keep my legs open, and I did.” Even when my womb clenched so tightly from arousal it was painful. “I should get a reward for being a good girl. Please,” I begged shamelessly. I was horny as hell and worried I’d run mad if I didn’t get some relief soon.

“Still have the whole day ahead of us, baby,” he said, stepping up to the table and pulling me up so I was sitting on the edge. “I’ll decide when you’re due for a reward.”

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Every second of it,” he replied with a grin. “Now, I have the whole day planned, and you still have a chance to convince me you can be a good girl. I have some business to attend to. Clear the table and see if you can get a crack at writing that next hit song when you're done.”

“Okay,” I muttered petulantly as I sat up and reached for my clothes.

“Kira?” he warned in a singsong voice, and I huffed.

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll clear the table.”

“You know, being a brat is not how you show me you deserve to get rewarded.”

“But it’s not fair,” I moaned. “You get to come anytime you want, and I have to beg you to get mine.”

“That’s right.”

I scowl at him. “You know, I don’t need you to get an orgasm, Leon. I can just do it myself.”

“You can, but you won’t. And we both know why you won’t.”

“Why is that?”

“Because we both know you don’t just want any orgasm. You want me to make you come, so you’ll do anything to convince me you’re deserving of it. Also, I’ll be really mad if you do that, and you don’t want to make Daddy mad, do you?”

“No.” I shook my head.

He stepped between my legs and, with no preamble, gave me a deep, wet kiss that made my toes curl and sent a tingle down my spine. “Show Daddy you can be a good girl, and I won’t let you beg for too long tonight. And if you find yourself tempted to defy me, you should consider pouring all that frustration into something else. Like a song, for example,” he finished with a smug twinkle in his eyes.

As he turned around and walked away, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into. I also wondered why I was enjoying it so much. I put on my clothes, ignoring the way the silk of my panties felt as they pressed against my pulsing clit. It will be a long day.

I cleared the table, washed the plates, and cleaned the counters. As I was heading to my room to see if I could get any writing done, I heard Leon on the phone in his room and debated going in to mess with him a little before deciding against it. He had work to do, and I had a song to write. Also, the last thing I wanted to do was defy his order to get to work. I was definitely not looking forward to getting punished later tonight.

Chapter Three

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