Page 33 of Daddy King

The thrill of being caught demands a touch to my clit, as I am about to let my throat take a break, a strong hand roughly push me down until my nose nudges his pelvis.

I squeak in fright and panic, only being able to expand my rippling throat to keep my gag reflex at bay.

I spoke too soon.

Daddy is awake and he is holding my head down far too long, I whine and groan with tears running down my cheeks. Daddy only finds me wrecked like this to let me come up for air.

Coughing and shakily inhaling air into my expanding lungs, I set my lips into a small pout with a teary face. I meet his glare through my wet lashes, he wins the little girl in me quickly with one heated gaze.

“Daddy?” I ask lightly, testing where his mood is.

“What the fuck were you doing?”

“Um, nothing?” I smile awkwardly, sitting back on the bed with my legs under me while Daddy gets up from the bed.

Rippling muscles tighten and pull taut to define the solid frame, he traps me inside his legs and leaking cock with a sheen of shiny wetness.

Daddy gives me a look.

“I was just bored, Daddy. Is that bad?” I stutter out.

“And you thought sucking my cock would help?” he growls, voice husky and baritone from sleep.

I nod wordlessly.

“You know better than that,” he hisses, hand wrapping around his cock and jerks it with fervor.

I swallow and stare at the roughness he is giving to his shaft.

“You could have choked.” his voice brings me back to his wild eyes.

I weakly said, “But I didn’t.”

“You don’t know your limits, little girl, “Daddy reminds me, and I know he only wants me to see things in his perspective, but I can take care of myself.

I choose to not say anything, squirming on the bed with every stroke passing by the red tip.

“It was a mistake to let you satisfy your curiosity,” Daddy states.

I cock my head and gasp, “You were awake?”

He nods, “You underestimate me, little girl. I am a very light sleeper.”

I grumpily pout, feeling deceived since I was really proud of myself for getting this far without him knowing.

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

He simply answers, “I wanted to see how far your self-control goes.”

Daddy takes my hand and replaces his rough strokes with my softer ones, “Seems like you need a lot more training than I originally anticipated to start today.”

“Training?” I ask, letting him guide my moving hand around his wet cock.

He raises an eyebrow, no humor coming from his eyes as he is dead serious about what he says.

“You may be the Queen of Sosis, but you are still my little girl.”

I flush, “What’s today’s training?”

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