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Instead of answering, she let out a moan and arched her back.

I changed directions with what I would demand from her now. We could come back to who owned her. Instead, I ground out, “Do you like my touch?”

She moaned louder.

“Are you my good little slut?”

For the briefest of seconds, she tensed, but then arched for more of my touch. “Only for you, Daddy.”

“Do you like my fingers inside you?”

“Yes, Daddy, but...” She groaned, and it made my cock throb.

“But what?” I demanded.

“I like your cock more.” Her hips twisted.

I split my fingers, one sliding into her cunt while the other stroked her clit. “So that’s my pretty little slut.” Adding a second finger and pushing her harder, I said, “My baby girl.”

She closed her eyes and my hand stilled.

“Maddie,” I said in a warning tone.

“Keep talking. It’s working like I can see you.”

I let out a low rumble. “Your body feels so good in my hand.”

“Yes,” she whined on a gasp.

“Are you going to come for me, baby girl?”

“Yes!” It was somewhere between a cry and shout.

I drove my fingers harder inside her. “My nizhóní.”

“Oh, mmm,” she moaned again, and I slipped my fingers from her perfect pussy, eliciting a protest. “Daddy, please.”

“So needy.” I removed my weight from her to get rid of the accursed fabric between us. As I reached for the waistband of her frilly panties, I grinned. “What is it my little slut needs?”

“I, ah,”—she writhed on the bed, her body instinctively searching—“You know what I need, Daddy.”

“Oh, I can see,” I cooed as I shoved the boxer briefs over my aching cock and down my thighs, “but want to hear the words falling from your lips.”

Her hips reached back for me and twisted from side to side, yet she didn’t speak. I drew my hand back and smacked her ass.

Maddie yelped.

“Quiet, or I’ll have to gag you.”

She buried her face in the pillow and let out a squeal. My cock beaded with precum at the sound. I grabbed the base, holding it at the ready, but I was not giving it to her until she told me.

“What do you need, Maddie?” I repeated.

Turning her face from the pillow, she hissed and said between pants, “Your dick. Deep inside me. Stretching and filling me. Marking me. Owning me.”

How perfect she was.

With my cock still in my hand, I leaned over and grabbed her chin, bringing her nose to meet mine. “I fucking love it when you talk like a little whore, nizhóní. But those words are only for my ears. If I hear you utter such dirty things outside of my bed, I will punish you. Do you understand?”

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