Page 55 of Morally Gray Daddies

“I’m going to tell you one last time,” Erik said as he pulled away enough to tower over me. “Close your eyes and turn your head back toward me. It’s none of your concern what goes on in someone else’s bed. If you don’t, I’ll have to punish you again.”

That threat alone should have been enough for me to quickly obey Erik, but defiance rallied from the depths of my soul. I wasn’t going to have this man telling me what I could and couldn’t look at. If he were truly going to spank me for not closing my eyes, then so be it. I would not be treated like a complete animal—beaten down to obey every order. His taken property or not, I would not follow his command. To accentuate this point, I turned my head even more as an obvious, though silent, retort.

“Your choice,” Erik said.

Without pause, he reached for my pants and yanked them down. Before I could even process what he was truly doing, Erik lowered my panties.

I turned his way quickly. “Wait! Stop! Please don’t?—”

Erik flipped me over onto my belly and held me firmly in place. “Shhh, you don’t want anyone else to hear you and then know what is happening to you beneath these blankets, do you?”

Oh, God, was he going to take me like Pasco was doing to Rue?

He rested his hand on my ass, which was still sensitive from my earlier punishment. I wouldn’t be able to take another spanking; the pain would be far too intense. Any courage I had vanished immediately under the threat of an actual punishment happening. My butt still stung with a simple touch. I gasped lightly and tried to pull away from his grip, but the attempt was useless.

“Are you still sore?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“Yes. Please, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He squeezed one of my cheeks, and I had to bite my lip stop myself from crying out. It didn’t really hurt—more of a sting—but the fear of another spanking had me on extreme edge.

“For spying on your brother. I should have looked away when you told me to.” I was attempting to keep my voice as quiet as I could, though my desperation for mercy was building. “Please don’t spank me again.”

“As long as you’re with me, you’ll be expected to listen to me. I will not have a defiant possession. No respectable man would.”

Possession? I had never agreed to this, but I held back my retort. I was in no position to argue with this man.

“Did you like what you saw?” he asked.

“No! Of course not.” Now I sounded like my father.

Erik lowered his hand to the juncture between my thighs and ran his finger along the seam of my sex, collecting the wetness that revealed my secret. He then brought his fingertip, coated in my juices, right before my eyes. I could see the glistening, and I could smell my own musk of desire.

“Oh, naughty girl, I think you’re lying.”

I had no answer. What could I possibly say? My face heated with humiliation that Erik could clearly see—and feel—my wanton ways.

“What did I tell you about lying?” His mouth was so close to my ear I could feel each puff of air released from between his lips.

“I wasn’t lying. I was?—”

Erik placed his sex-coated finger to my lips and forced it into my mouth. The salty, sweet taste caused by my wicked thoughts coated my tongue. “Taste for yourself,” he said, slowly pumping his finger in and out of my mouth. “You may lie with your words, but your body doesn’t.”

My bottom half was completely bare, a man’s finger drenched in my own juices was in my mouth, and his weight pressed me firmly onto my belly. The sexual sounds of Pasco and Rue had ceased, and all I could hear was the ringing in my ears as the anticipation of the unknown threatened to steal my very breath. I was completely at this man’s mercy.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Maya.”

I remained silent. What could I say? His finger was still in my mouth.

“Suck my finger.”

Fearful of defying him even more, I did as he asked and tightened my lips, sucking as if my efforts would produce milk.

“Very good, but I’m still going to have to punish you. You have to learn that when I tell you something, you need to obey.” His voice was so low only I would be able to hear him.

I whimpered, but continued to do as he asked and sucked on his finger softly

“I have to get my other finger wet with your juices for your punishment. Be a good girl and spread your legs wider.”

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