Page 30 of Until Daddy

“Spread your legs,” he repeated the command when she still hadn’t done so. She dropped her hands to her sides and peeled her knees apart, letting them fall to the mattress.

Exposed. She was completely exposed to him. Chancing a glance, she found his eyes no longer locked on her face, but they had moved to her sex. And he looked hungry, like a man who hadn’t been fed in years.

“Do you touch yourself, Carissa? When I’m not here to do it for you, to give you that release?” The question came low in his gravelly voice, but she didn’t sense any irritation or disappointment.

“Be honest, always be honest with me, Carissa-girl.” He spoke as though he could read her worries, her very thoughts.

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered, looking down the length of her body to where he stood at the foot of the bed, between her legs but not touching, not even close to touching her. And she wanted his touch, his fire, his heat.

“Show me.” The command came darker, like his throat was too dry to talk, and his eyes never left her sex.

Her stomach fluttered at the idea. She’d never done that before, never allowed a man to see her touching herself.

She reached a hand between her thighs, lightly touching her lower lips, avoiding any contact with her clit, knowing if she touched herself there, she’d be too greedy with need to be able to follow his words.

He moved from his spot to the side of the bed, sitting down beside her but still watching her fingers work over her sex.

“That’s not how you fuck yourself, little girl. Now show Daddy the real way.” He reached out and trailed a thick finger across her collarbone, through the valley of her breasts and further down still, over her belly. When he reached her thigh, he dragged his finger to her knee and rested his palm there, keeping her legs open while he watched her fingers dance over her pussy.

She used two fingers to slide between her own folds, finding herself soaked for him. He hadn’t even touched her but her body knew to be ready, to take him, to give to him, to obey him.

Biting down on her lower lip, she managed to keep her groan in when her fingers reached her clit. No longer able to deny herself, she circled the engorged nub and pressed harder down on it while lifting her hips.

“That’s my girl, be a good girl for me.” His fingers tightened around her knee and she shoved two fingers into her passage, rubbing her clit with the heel of her palm.

Her heated passage clenched around her fingers. Her eyes closed, and she turned her face away from him, thrusting her fingers into her own body while pushing her hips upward. She let go of her lip and gasped as her passage became wetter, thicker with her own arousal, her own need.

“Oh, Daddy. Please.” She opened her eyes and found his. He was watching her, and she grabbed his arm with her free hand.

“What is it? What do you need from Daddy?” He lowered his face, coming closer to her, his nose almost touching hers. But his lips, they were too far away. She wanted to taste him, to kiss him while she stroked herself, because she couldn’t stop. Not now, not with his warm hand moving from her knee to her thigh, holding her leg against his. Not with his hot breath washing over her face while she panted and fucked her own fingers. There would be no stopping.

“I need to come. Oh, god. I need to come!”

Keeping one hand on her thigh, his other hand came to her breast, playing with her nipple. Gently at first, but then harder, pinching and twisting.

“I haven’t said you can. And good little girls listen to their daddies.”

“Please!” She slowed her thrusts, gentled the pressure on her clit, because anything else would have shoved her head first into the very explosion he seemed set on denying her.

“Almost. But not yet.” He smiled. An evil, dry smile that made her both angry and excited at the same time. He wouldn’t leave her dangling for long, she knew that. He took too much pleasure in her finding her release, but the pressure was unbearable, and she wasn’t sure how long she could be good for him.

And she wanted to be good for him.

His hand moved from her thigh, trailing down to her sex, and covering her hand with his own. “Keep fucking yourself,” he ordered and pinched her nipple harder.

She thrust her hips upward, wanting his touch, wanting him.

“You’re being such a good girl for me today.” He lowered himself, moving on the bed so he could wrap his lips around her nipple, replacing his fingers.

The new sensation, the wet, soft texture of his tongue running over her now-tender nipple nearly undid her.

“Oh!” She arched again, biting hard on her lip to try and contain the orgasm that threatened to take away her good girl status at any second.

“Please, I have to,” she begged. She wasn’t above it, not at that moment. Paradise hung so close to her, and it was only his word that kept her from diving into it.

The hand covering hers pressed down harder, putting more pressure on her clit. When she tried to slow her fingers, he put pressure there too. “Fuck harder, faster, come unraveled for me. Come for me, Carissa-girl.”

She moved her legs, spreading herself wider, and pushed her fingers in with more force.

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