Page 32 of Mastered By Lust

“Yes, I’ll do—I’ll do anything?—”

“Would you call meDaddy?”

It’s powerful and wrong, so wrong.

But so incredibly right at the same time.

She gasps and looks back at me. “Daddy?”

“Yes. Like that.”

Her pupils are so large, the blue of her eyes is nearly overtaken. It’s like looking into the depths of the ocean. “Daddy.”

I want to roar in victory, but I merely nod in approval. “Yes. That sounds good, baby girl. Say it while you come, because your daddy wants to hear how good he makes you feel.”

This is new for me. I’m no stranger to kink, but I never wanted to be a Daddy Dom until I met Leah. It can be a dynamic we explore together.

I return my fingers to her cunt, using both hands. One to finger her, the other to rub her clit. I rub her fast, hard. Her pleasure-soaked moans make my cock twitch.

“Say it again, baby girl.”

“Daddy!”

She screams into the mattress as she comes. Her cunt squeezes hard around my fingers. I keep stroking despite her being tight, so tight. Replacing my fingers with my cock would feel incredible. Even now my cock is straining against my zipper, hard and leaking pre-come.

I flip Leah over. I’m breathing hard as I stare down at her. If only I could take my cock out and slide it into her orgasm-swollen cunt. I’d come in two thrusts. Maybe I could hold it in for three if I were lucky.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Her voice is a satisfied whisper.

I lower down and kiss her sweet mouth. My jeans are still on, but that doesn’t stop me from thrusting against the heat of her cunt.

She moans and wraps her legs around me. “Daddy, yes.”

Reaching over, I try to find the lamp switch. I can’t stop rutting against Leah, but I can’t quite reach the switch. Growling in frustration, I yank the lamp away from the wall, tearing its cord from the outlet in the process. The lamp crashes to the floor. We’re plunged into darkness.

Leah yelps in surprise. At the same time, she tightens her legs around me, spurring me on.

“Yes, Daddy. More, please.”

Her sweet voice echoing in my darkened room is too much. I can’t hold back. I come in my pants, dry humping her like I’m a teenager celebrating homecoming in the backseat of his parents’ car.

Leah cries out with another orgasm, holding me tightly while she shudders and shakes.

I press my forehead to hers as I catch my breath. I haven’t come in front of another person in over a decade. I’m shaken that I’ve done so in front of Leah. This wasn’t thought out ahead of time. I had no script.

My little girl made me lose control.

At least it’s dark. I can barely see the outline of her face.

Leah kisses my neck, my chin, my lips.

My cock jerks to attention again. Leah lifts her hips and grinds against me. “Already?”

“It doesn’t take much with you, baby doll.”

“I—I bought condoms.” She offers me a tentative smile. “We don’t have to use them. I know you’re not—you might not want to. And that’s okay. But if you do, they’re in your drawer.”

I want to use one. I do. I reach into the drawer and pull one out. I unwrap it, hold it in my hand, and reach for my zipper.

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