Page 52 of Good Girl

If my cheeks weren’t already set to a burning temperature, they would be now.

Fingers weave into the hair at the back of my neck and grip, then gently pull until my head is angled back enough that I can see Daddy , his eyes only inches from mine as he crouches down behind the couch. “Tell me, baby. I’ll give you just about anything you want right now. You were the perfect girl for me today.”

Something nervous and thrilling tickles at my stomach, and I look at him earnestly. “It’s a secret.”

He smiles. “I’m very good at keeping secrets.”

I scrutinize him for a minute. He draws a cross over his chest with his free hand, and I make my decision.

Releasing Darcy, I hold my hands up to Daddy , and he takes my wordless request and complies, pulling me up and over the back of the couch until I am wrapped around him like before.

“What’s the secret?” he whispers as he slowly carries me back around to the couch and takes a seat far enough away from Darcy that it feels like we have privacy.

“I want a cuddle, but I also want…” I trail off, unsure if I can get the last few words out.

Daddy gives my butt a squeeze, his fingers coming super close to touching each other over my pussy, making me even more squirmy. I push down onto his hands, hoping he’ll understand this wordless request the way he did the last one.

“You also want?”

Damn, no such luck.

A finger drags along my entrance, and I suck in a breath.

“Do you need your pussy filled, baby? Is that what’s wrong? Feeling a little empty?”

Holy fuck, why is that so hot?

A low thrum starts in my core, and my tits feel hot and heavy. I nod, my cheek rubbing against his shoulder. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Do you want my fingers or my cock, baby?” I squirm over his lap and he chuckles. “Cock, it is.”

I sigh with relief. Yes. And I didn’t have to ask.

“Rise up a little for me and I’ll undo my pants. Then you can wrap your little fingers around me, get me hard, and put my cock inside of you. No coming, though. You’re still on restriction.” His voice is low and rumbly, but there is the smallest amount of steel in it.

I pout, even though he can’t see it. He is willing to give me what I need, but not an inch more.

Daddy's hands leave my ass and slip between us, making quick work of the button and zipper. He tugs until his pants are down far enough that his already semi-hard cock is exposed.

His hands return to my ass, and I slip my hands between us, stroking and tugging until he is hard.

The entire time, he murmurs words of encouragement. “That’s it, baby, get me hard so you can have what you need. Those pretty little fingers feel so good wrapped around me.”

When I feel like he is as hard as I can get him, I lift onto my knees, readjust until the head of his dick is at the opening to my pussy, and sink down, merging us together.

I snuggle all the way in, until our thighs press together and his zipper is biting into the back of one, his heartbeat is loud beneath my ear, and I am stuffed as full of him as I can be.

The sad little voice in the back of my head finally quietens as Daddy cups my ass and gently rocks me, soothing me until the apartment fades away.

Chapter 26

Hudson

Emmy seeking comfort from Derek before dinner broke open the lock that’s been restraining my hope that this might turn into something more. It’s always been dangerous to hope. What we are asking for is no small thing.

The urge to inflict pleasure and torment helpless subs, to use them for my own needs, isn’t something that is easily acceptedby most. Too many times to count, a sub has used their safe word to end a scene when it was just getting good for me.

Listening to them beg for it to stop, screaming and crying when the pleasure turns to pain and then pleasure again. All while I treat them like my object, milking them for every orgasm, as I degrade and humiliate them with my words. Objectify them for everyone in the room to see and hear.

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