Page 10 of Use Me, Daddy

My breath caught, his name a silent prayer on my lips as my fingers slid over my clit again, wishing it were his fingers instead of mine…

I moaned, his image clear in my mind, his hand gripping my hair, his lips grazing the curve of my neck, his fingers inside me, thrusting, making me moan, making me ache for him, my body arching as I cried out his name.

I pictured his voice, low and firm.

“Good girl.”

The words made me shudder, the pleasure coursing through me as his grip tightened in my hair, his fingers curling, making me gasp, making me writhe against his hand.

“That’s it, little one.”

I imagined him stripping off my clothes, layer by layer, revealing me to his gaze whether I submitted to him or not. I pictured him pushing me against the wall, his hands on my hips, lifting me up as if I weighed nothing at all, pinning me there, his body hard against mine, his cock sliding into me, making me cry out and gasp his name.

Daddy.

No.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be touching myself while thinking about him.

I should be filing a complaint. I should be thinking about getting a lawyer, looking for another job, doing something, anything but this.

I shouldn’t be doingthis.

But I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

I closed my eyes and lost myself in the fantasy as my fingers played over my clit.

His hands holding me, his cock filling me, his voice growling in my ear,“Come for Daddy, baby girl.”

And that was enough to make my orgasm crash over me whether I wanted it to or not.

I shuddered, gasping, my body shaking as the waves of pleasure tumbled through me, leaving me breathless, exhausted, and more aroused than I’d been in a long time.

But I didn’t pull my hand away. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t understand it.

I just let my fantasy go further.

I imagined him bending me over his desk, pulling up my skirt and punishing me for slapping him across the face.

I could almost hear his voice, low and firm.

“That was awfully naughty of you, wasn’t it, baby girl?”

And then his hand would come down on the left side of my ass, hard and fast.

Because that’s what I imagined him doing, because that’s what a daddy would do, right?

He would spank me when I was naughty and even though I shouldn’t, I liked the thought of it.

Bent over his desk.

Over his knee.

Skirt up.

Panties down…

He’d smack me once, twice, three times, sending shockwaves through my body, making me cry out, the pain and pleasure blending together into one intoxicating sensation. Then he would smack the right side just as many times and I would gasp at the sting as it raced straight to my clit.

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