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"Hush now," he said firmly. "Good little girls don't lie to their daddies."

Chapter Six

Emily

Lord Adrian's fingers continued to explore my private places, doing terribly grown up things in the region from which he had only removed my diaper a few moments ago. I stood frozen at the sink, the wet fabric forgotten in my hands. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, his body pressed firmly against my back.

"Bend over the sink," he commanded softly. "I want to see that pretty little pussy of yours."

My legs trembled as I complied, leaning forward until my elbows rested on the cool porcelain. The position left me completely exposed to his gaze. I felt his hands on my bottom, spreading me open.

"Beautiful," he murmured appreciatively. "So pink and wet for Daddy."

I bit my lip hard, mortified by my body's response to his touch. How could I be aroused by this humiliating situation?

"Please," I whimpered.

"Shh," Lord Adrian soothed. "Just relax and let Daddy take care of you."

I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and my heart began to race. Was he really going to…?

"Look in the mirror, Emily," he instructed. "I want you to watch as Daddy fucks his naughty little girl."

Reluctantly, I raised my eyes to meet his gaze in the bathroom mirror. His blue eyes were dark with lust as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against the entrance to my aching sheath.

"Daddy Victor?” he asked suddenly, turning his head to where my Training Daddy loomed in the background, a calm air of supervision on his face. “Is this included in the fee I paid?”

"Yes, my lord," Daddy Victor replied calmly. "As Emily's potential sponsor, you have full access to use her body as you see fit during this evaluation period. She received her daily contraceptive in the soft drink she had at lunch."

Lord Adrian nodded, seemingly satisfied with this answer. He turned his attention back to me, his eyes locking with mine in the mirror. The unexpected news about what had been in the slightly-off-tasting soda had brought a deep furrow to my forehead, and the thought that his lordship would take it for arousal brought even more heat to my cheeks.

Because…, a voice whispered in my head, explaining the true source of my blush. Because it is arousal. Because you have a real Daddy, now. A Daddy who knows how to take care of a bad girl like you.

"Watch, young lady," he commanded softly. "Watch as Daddy claims what belongs to him."

With that, he pushed forward, entering me in one smooth thrust. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my body stretching to accommodate his impressive size. Lord Adrian groaned in pleasure.

"So tight," he murmured. "Such a good little girl for Daddy’s cock."

He began to move, setting a steady rhythm. I whimpered with each thrust, torn between shame and unwanted pleasure. My eyes remained fixed on the mirror, unable to look away from the obscene tableau we created — my small form bent over the sink, Lord Adrian's larger frame looming behind me as he took his pleasure.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice husky with arousal. "Watch yourself being fucked like the naughty little girl you are."

I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. But as Lord Adrian's pace increased, I found it harder and harder to stay quiet. To my horror, I felt a familiar tension building low in my belly — I was going to climax from this degrading act.

"Please," I whimpered, unable as always to figure out what I meant to beg for.

"Please what, young lady?" Lord Adrian asked, his voice low and husky. "Tell Daddy what you need."

I shook my head frantically, unable to voice the shameful desire building within me. Lord Adrian's thrusts grew harder, more insistent. One of his large hands snaked around to rub circles on my clit.

"Such a naughty little girl," he murmured. "Getting so wet and excited while Daddy fucks you. I think you need to come for me, don't you?"

A strangled moan escaped my lips as the tension inside me built to an unbearable level. Lord Adrian's fingers worked my sensitive bud mercilessly as he pounded into me from behind.

"That's it," he commanded. "Let go for Daddy. Come like the dirty little girl you are."

With a cry of mingled shame and ecstasy, I felt myself go over the edge of my orgasm. Waves of pleasure crashed over me at the sensation of my inner walls clenching around Lord Adrian's thick cock. He groaned in response, his thrusts becoming erratic.

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