Page 40 of Until Daddy

“Promise me you won’t do the project.” This might not be the right time to bargain, but nothing gained if not asked.

“We’ll talk about that later, as well as a few other things. Right now, we are addressing your foul language and your yelling. Now do what Daddy says and give me your tongue.”

She looked at the bottle again, then at him. No cracks to be seen in his features. He meant it, he was going to do it. Of course, she could cry her safeword. He’d screw on the cap and take her home. But it would damage them, and weren’t they already damaged enough just by being them?

Prying her lips open, she slipped the very tip of her tongue out toward him.

“Open wide and push your tongue all the way out.”

“You know, if I suck your cock after this, it’s gonna hurt you, too.” Last ditch efforts were rarely attempted with good taste or any grace.

“Didn’t I already explain that you can’t lead me around by my dick?” he retorted. “Now your mouth has gotten you extra time.” He wiggled the bottle in the air. “Tongue. Now.”

Carissa managed to fight off the eye roll and open her mouth, sticking her tongue completely out of her mouth in as clinical a manner as she could muster. She wouldn’t give in to the temptation to beg him to take her home to have this discussion.

Her eyes nearly crossed as she watched the bottle tip and small droplets of red hot sauce sprinkled onto her tongue. The burn came slowly, but as the liquid heat rolled over her tongue it spread, becoming more intense.

She hated spicy food, and this was more than any hot taco she’d ever eaten. She fisted her hands in her lap and wiggled her bottom against the counter. As though any position she found could keep the acid burn of the sauce from slipping around her tongue.

“Now, you hold it like that until I say otherwise. Do not swallow, do not spit it out. And keep your eyes on me.”

She whimpered but managed to look up at him. The hard edge in his eyes had softened. Her obedience, although slow in coming, had taken away a bit of his ire.

Her eyes watered and she blinked to see him more clearly as he continued to lecture her, though her flaming tongue made it hard to focus on anything but that.

“When I ask you a question, you are always to be honest and direct. We’ve already had that conversation, but maybe after this you might remember better. And you don’t raise your voice and you don’t curse. Do you understand me, Carissa-girl?”

She blinked, hoping he would take the tears now trailing down her cheek as enough evidence that she’d fully understood his meaning. Her body started heating up too!

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, but with her tongue sticking out as it was, it came out all mumbled and weird. She couldn’t hold it much longer, it was too much, too intense, too hot, too everything.

“Good. Almost done now. When I allow you to swallow, you’ll stay right here, and when you’re ready to tell me what’s going on with your attitude, I’ll give you a glass of milk.”

She whimpered again. Her taste-buds would be ruined! The intensity started to die down but the heat continued to linger and when she moved, even slightly, the sauce would creep down her tongue, a drop already sliding down her throat, leaving a trail of fire in its path.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” he asked, screwing the top back on the hot sauce bottle.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said again, feeling even more foolish because of how garbled it sounded when she spoke.

“Okay, you can swallow.” He placed the bottle on the counter next to her.

She pulled her tongue back in and swallowed the horrible liquid. “Augh!” She groaned. “My throat burns now too,” she complained, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth.

“Now tell me what’s going on.”

She threw her head back and sighed. “That shelter was there for me and my mom when we needed it.”

“When your father left?”

“How do you know about that?” She hadn’t told him, hadn’t gone into that part of her history.

“Garrick filled me in on a few things.”

“Of course he did. He’s as meddlesome as Jade.” She glared at the door leading to the dining room.

“We’re talking about you right now, not him.” He tugged on her earlobe to get her attention again. “Tell me.”

She closed her eyes and sucked in a long, sharp breath. “It’s not horrible. He wasn’t some crazed drunk or anything like that. He was irresponsible and selfish. When my mom told him she was leaving him, that he had to get out, he drained the bank accounts, thinking she’d have to stay. But she took me anyway, we left, we went to the shelter. They helped her get a better paying job, and helped her find housing she could afford that was in a decent neighborhood with decent schools.”

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