Page 28 of Daddy's Naughty List

“Please, Daddy.” In an effort to quiet her needy whines, she took a deep breath and tried to still her quivering muscles. “I don’t think I can wait.”

“Yes, you can, and you will.” He blew a stream of air on her clit, making her whimper. “You’re going to be a good girl and grab the headboard while I eat your pretty pussy.”

“No, Daddy. Please don’t make me wait. I don’t like edging.”

“You know what word to use if you want me to stop.Noisn’t it.” He chuckled softly and circled her clit with a damp fingertip but wouldn’t touch her where she needed him to. “Have you tried edging before?”

“No, but?—”

He tapped her clit, making her screech. The glancing touch was just enough to make her crazy, but not enough to let her come.

“If you haven’t tried it…” He nipped her inner thigh. “How do you know you don’t like it?”

“Walt!”

“In fact, I’m going to help you.”

Desperate for his touch, she lifted her hips in silent appeal, but he refused to give her what she wanted. “How is being edged supposed to help me?”

“I’m going to help you be bad, baby.” He pinched her clit, making her gasp. “I’m going to edge you until you say a swear word.”

“I—” Susan blinked and sat up. “What?”

“I’ve never heard you curse before. Tell me you want me to fuck you, and I’ll let you come.”

“I say swear words.”

“Really?” Blue eyes sparkling with mirth, he added, “Prove it.”

He was right, but she narrowed her eyes at the challenge. She didn’t know if she was insulted or pleased that he knew she didn’t cuss. Heck, she didn’t even think the words to herself, much less say them.

But maybe it was time to start.

“Daddy, I want you to f?—.”

It’s fuck. I can say it.

“I want you to f-f—” Furious tears burned her sinuses, and she wanted to kick her own butt for being such a wimp. At least she managed to think the word, if only to herself.

Why was it so darned hard to say a cuss word?

She didn’t even think cuss words were bad. Granted, there was a time and place for using them, but they were just words. Aside from that, Walt had already told her the one word he didn’t want her to use.

All through Susan’s mental argument with herself, Walt teased and tempted her with soft kisses and even softer touches. A bead of sweat trickled from her temple and coursed down her cheek. She wanted to wipe it away, but kept her hands locked on the headboard.

“I want you to make love to me. Please, Daddy.”

“So, so close.” He petted her slick pussy, again avoiding her clit. “Don’t worry. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be telling me exactly how you want me to fuck you, and I’ll get to hear all sorts of dirty, profane words spill from your delicious lips.”

Chapter Eleven

Walt

“Ahh!”

Susan’s back arched as she screamed after yet another broken orgasm. Flushed pink, her skin glistened with perspiration.

And her scent of flowers and spice was fucking divine. It was everything he’d never realized was missing from his bed and his life.

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