Page 11 of Use Me, Daddy

The pleasure would be overwhelming, and I wouldn’t be able to help but beg for more.

“Please, Daddy, please, please, please, harder!”

And he’d oblige me, landing blow after blow on both sides, sending me closer and closer to the edge. Finally, his hand would reach between my legs, finding my soaked pussy and slipping two fingers inside me, curling them just right, making me gasp and moan, “Oh, God, Daddy, yes!”

“You think you’re in charge, don’t you, baby girl?”he would growl.

His fingers thrust harder, faster, making me moan and pant.

“I am in charge,” I gasped out loud, the words escaping before I could think better of them.

He couldn’t hear them. He’d never know.

His eyes would glint, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“Not anymore.”

And then he would start really spanking me, harder and faster, making me cry out as the pleasure built, each slap pushing me closer to the edge.

“Please, Daddy,” I begged, not caring how desperate I sounded. “Please let me come.”

He’d pause, his hand resting on my ass, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Not until you say it.”

“Say what?”

“What you really want, what you’ve been aching to say this entire time.”

My cheeks heated, but I couldn’t deny it.

“Daddy,” I breathed, “please fuck me.”

He’d chuckle, a dark, delicious sound.

“Now was that so hard, baby girl?”

Before I could answer, his hand would slide in between my legs, his fingers finding my clit, making me moan with pleasure.

“That’s it, little one,”he’d murmur, his voice thick with lust,“come hard for Daddy.”

I gasped, the orgasm crashing over me again, taking me higher than I’d ever been before. My body trembled, and my mind spun as the waves of pleasure washed over me. I panted, my breathing turning ragged as my hips moved, rolling, and rocking in tune with my very own fingers.

I imagined him forcing me to come again, not caring that my clit was sensitive, not caring that my body was already thrumming with pleasure and that my voice was quickly growing hoarse.

I was gasping, my breathing heavy, my pulse racing, but I couldn’t stop. I was caught in a wave of pleasure, a riptide of desire that wouldn’t let me go.

And then he’d whisper in my ear, his voice rough and possessive,“Come for Daddy one more time, baby.”

Red-hot bliss surged through me and then I was coming again, hard and fast and it left my body shaking and trembling as one wave of pleasure after the next coursed through me. Stars danced behind my eyelids as my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” I moaned, not caring how loud I was or who could hear me scream as I fantasized about my boss taking me in hand for the first time in my life.

I came until my body was limp and boneless and my legs were trembling.

Finally, I ripped my hand away from my clit, ashamed of what I had done. Of how I’d let him into my head and how I’d lost myself while imagining all the dark and dirty things he would do to me.

It was wrong. He was my boss. I couldn’t let myself think like that, not ever again.

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