Page 63 of Daddy's Naughty List

That was all the permission she needed for that coil of need inside her to snap. Her screams filled the room as pleasure overtook her, flooding her, drowning her.

But he didn’t stop there. Sliding two fingers into her pussy, he pressed up against that bundle of nerves inside her, shattering her in a whole new way while he continued to work her poor aching clit with his tongue.

Pain melded with pleasure until she lost track of where one ended and the other began. Mindless, she gave herself over to it, over to him. To her Daddy.

Over and over he sent her flying into oblivion. And no matter how she begged him to stop, he refused until her pleas for mercy turned to frantic pleas for more.

Until, finally, she was drained. Boneless when he finally slid his thick cock inside her. Filling her the way only he could.

“My pretty little baby,” he crooned as he claimed her with slow, easy strokes. “Are you going to let Daddy feel you come one last time?”

“C-can’t.”

“I think you can. One more for Daddy, baby. Just one more.”

Helpless against him, against the pleasure he forced on her as he stroked her swollen, aching clit, she surrendered one last time, her pussy contracting around him as she let out a hoarse cry. Just as he filled her, his cock swelling inside her as he emptied himself into her.

Collapsing on the bed beside her, he gathered her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her sweat-soaked forehead. “We’re both going to need a shower in the morning,” he said with a low laugh.

“Hmm. Worth it.”

“Hell yeah, it was.”

Chapter Seven

“Rise and shine, Tayter Tot.”

Whining at the overly chipper sound of her Daddy’s voice, Taylor pulled the covers up over her head to block out him and the sunlight pouring into their bedroom. Whatever time it was, it was clearly too early for him to be waking her up.

“None of that, baby,” he said with a chuckle. “Time to get up. Daddy has a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” That was enough to have her peeking out from under her covers. “What kind of a surprise?”

“The kind that you’ll only get if you get that naughty bottom out of bed right now.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Throwing off the blankets, she rolled out of bed, bouncing on her toes in front of him. “What’s my surprise?”

A grin spread across his face. “Breakfast first, then you can have your surprise.”

Bottom lip pushing out into a pout, she glared up at him. “You tricked me.”

“I did not. I said you couldn’t have your surprise if you didn’t get out of bed. I never said you would get your surprise as soon as you got out of bed.”

“Tomato, tomahto,” she grumbled.

Tapping a finger on her lip, he shook his head, that mischievous grin still on his lips. “No pouting, little girl. We have a big day and you don’t want to spoil it by sulking, do you?”

She didn’t, so she heaved a dramatic sigh and shook her head. “No, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Daddy’s going to go get started on breakfast. You go potty and then you and Mr. Floppy can meet me downstairs.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

With her mind racing as she tried to figure out what kind of ‘surprise’ he had in mind, she went to the bathroom and washed her hands before grabbing Mr. Floppy and heading down the stairs.

For a whole week now, she’d spent nearly all her time at home as Daddy’s Baby. And it was fun, it really was, but she was starting to miss the strict Daddy she’d fallen in love with. She’d gotten a couple swats here and there for not following directions, but even though she’d broken a couple of their long-standing rules she still hadn’t earned arealspanking.

Was she being ungrateful, she wondered as she took her usual place at the island. She’d spent a whole week being spoiled and pampered beyond her wildest imagination. So what if he overlooked the fact that she snuck an extra brownie after dessert or said a naughty word when she didn’t get her way?

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