Page 74 of Loving the Liar

“I’m not.” I try to be curt, but I gasp when he circles my entrance with my own finger. “Anyone could come in. Anyone could hear.”

“You better be very quiet, then. Whisper ‘sorry, Daddy, for being such a bratty girl.’”

I try to shake my head against the counter, but that’s not an option, so I force the word out of my mouth. “No?—”

“Ah ah.” He pushes the tip of my middle finger inside my wetness, forcing my mouth to drop open. “Try again, baby. Don’t worry, we can take this nice and slow until you learn your lesson.”

No, we can’t. And he knows that. Any of my friends could walk into the kitchen.

As he pushes farther in, I feel myself contract around my finger. Fuck, we’re barely two knuckles in, and I’m already losing my mind.

“Sweets,” he growls behind me, pressing himself tighter against my ass. “Say sorry and I’ll have mercy on you.”

The awkward way in which he’s the one controlling my finger, the fact that it can’t fully be pushed in, and that it’s only one finger, is driving me crazy one thrust at a time. It’s torturously not enough.

Chris feels the exact moment I try to push against our joined hands. He uses it against me, forcing my finger out of me and holding it out of reach.

“Oh, baby, look at how impatient you are. Be a good girl for me so I can give you what you need.”

I wish I could say I think twice about it. I don’t. It slips out of my mouth naturally.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whisper desperately.

“What for?”

“For being a brat.”

“There she is. It wasn’t so hard, was it?”

When he slides inside me again, I have to bite down on my lip to not let out a moan. It’s not just my middle finger. He’s using both my middle and ring fingers, and the pleasure it triggers makes me shiver.

“Are you going to swear at me again?” he asks softly, forcing me to thrust my fingers.

“I w-won’t, Daddy,” I moan as quietly as I can. “Please, I need to come.”

“You do, don’t you?”

My whimper is the only answer I manage to give him. He pushes my fingers deeper, and I’m the one who curls them to reach the magic spot.

“Wait,” he commands, like giving an order to a dog he’s training. I’m trembling from need, nearly panting, so close to the edge.

“Little brats who can’t behave get tighter rules. From now on, you will only come on my fingers, my dick, or my tongue, is that clear? Enjoy the feeling of your fingers deep inside your cunt, Sweets, because you’re not allowed to make yourself come anymore. I own you, and I own your orgasms.”

Pulling my fingers out of my pussy, he slaps my clit, sending another overwhelming sensation through my body that has my knees wobbling.

“Is that clear?” he growls. At the same time, he releases my hand, and I feel him undo his pants behind me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I rasp, my head swimming from pure lust.

I’m not too sure what I’m agreeing too. I just know the tip of his dick is pressing against my entrance and I can’t think straight anymore.

“That’s my girl.” He pushes in harshly, my body stretching around his thick cock.

“Oh God,” I whimper. “Slow down, please.”

Pulling back, he rubs my lower back. “Deep breaths. You know you can take me.”

I exhale a trembling breath, and a groan of pleasure escapes him as he sinks deeper. “There you go, doing so good for me.”

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