Page 27 of Daddy's Naughty List

“But—”

“Cruelty makes people ugly.” He settled next to her and touched her chin to make her look at him. “That is a word no one would use to describe you. Every part of you is beautiful, and it’s my honor to touch you.”

“Even my scars?”

“Yes. I said every part of you, and I meant it.”

Sniffing, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then smiled. “Thank you, Daddy. I think I needed to hear that.”

He chuckled softly and spooned her against his chest. “Do you believe it?”

“I’m trying.” She flushed, then added, “Some days I believe it, and some days I don’t.”

“I’ll tell you every day until you believe it for real.” He sat up and patted the pillow to encourage her to turn to her stomach. “Ready for more?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She sat up, then scooted closer and wrapped her arms around him. “But I want more than a massage.”

“Greedy, babygirl,” he murmured, trying to hide a smile.

His cock hardened as she rubbed herself against his chest. Christ, the effect she had on him. It didn’t seem to matter what she did. She could blow her damned nose and he’d pop a boner.

“You said you were honored to touch me.” Giggling, she straddled his lap. “I’d like for you to be honored a whole lot more, Daddy.”

It was as if she blossomed before his eyes after only the slightest bit of encouragement. He loved seeing the newfound confidence in her smile and demeanor, and knowing she felt secure enough to ask for what she wanted…

Well, Walt figured he’d do most anything to make her smile like that every day.

“So naughty.” Deciding to play with her pert, brown nipples later, he eased her down on the bed, then kissed a path down her breastbone to her navel. “I think naughty babygirls deserve a reward.”

“What kind of reward?”

He rubbed his beard against her ribs and smirked when she laughed and tried to wriggle free.

“Daddy! That tickles!”

“I know.” He eased himself down and wedged his shoulders between her thighs. Fuck, she smelled so damned good. His mouth watered for a taste. “But that wasn’t your reward.”

Without waiting for her to reply, or even take a breath, Walt buried his face between her legs and began to feast.

Susan

“Oh, god!”

All the books Dr. Lopez gave her while she was learning to read had scenes with oral sex. Heck, she saw it in the dungeon nearly every weekend, but nothing prepared her for Walt’s mouth on her pussy.

He swirled his tongue around her clit, then sucked it into his mouth, letting the edges of his teeth graze the sensitive flesh until she wasn’t sure if he was nibbling or sucking.

The rasp of his beard on her tender skin tickled, but felt so, so good at the same time. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she cried out and lifted her hips, desperate for more. Every last thought left her head and her whole body trembled as he tightened his fingers on her splayed thighs and teased her with the tip of his tongue.

For once in her life, someone was focused on making her feel good, and it was more than worth the wait. She tangled her hands in his thick hair, relishing the feel of it sliding through her fingers.

Still holding her open with one hand, he slid a finger inside her, then added a second and curled them to touch the upper wall of her channel. She clamped down on his fingers and her heart thundered in her chest.

She bucked her hips, unsure if she was trying to get away from the all-consuming pleasure, or if she wanted more. How had she never known sex could feel so good that it would hurt? God help her, she never wanted it to stop, but she couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Walt! I’m going to?—”

“Not yet.” He lifted his head and removed his fingers from her channel. “Put your arms over your head. I’ll tell you when you can come.”

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