Page 13 of Daddy Devious

Trapped. I’m trapped, so neatly and perfectly between a rock and a hard place I can barely breathe. “So I go along with being treated like a literal child, or I go to jail.”

“Precisely. I’m glad we understand each other.”

“I understand you’re a sadistic son of a?—”

Ice-cold fury flashes in his eyes as he raises a hand to cut me off. “On your knees.”

The order is so out of left field, I can only stare. “What?”

“Get on your knees, Victoria. If I have to tell you again, you’ll be kneeling with your naughty bottom covered in welts from Daddy’s belt.”

A spanking is one thing, but the thought of being whipped with a belt drives me to my knees. Literally.

Pride flickers across Mr. Stone’s face as he crooks a finger. “Crawl to Daddy, little one.”

I am painfully aware that in all my distraction from the takeoff, I haven’t bothered to pull my skirt down. Which means my bare ass is once again fully on display as I lower myself onto all fours and do exactly as he asked.

I crawl.

Although it’s only a few feet, it seems to take forever to actually reach him. And the entire time, my mind is screaming at me to stop. To get the fuck back up and tell him where he can shove that damn belt of his.

But it’s not just the promise of a whipping that keeps me on my knees. There’s something inside me, something dark and hidden I’ve never felt before that craves this. Craves the humiliation of crawling to him, my well-punished ass on displayfor everyone to see. Craves the knowledge that he is going to hurt me.

I have no idea where this feeling, thisneedhas come from. But I can’t seem to fight it.

And I’m not even sure I want to.

When I am kneeling in front of him, he reaches for the buckle on his dress belt, and for a moment I fear he’s going to follow through with his threat to whip me after all. But he doesn’t pull the thin strip of leather from its loops. Instead I watch, riveted, as he undoes his pants, freeing what just might be the largest cock I have ever seen.

Wrapping one hand around his length, he strokes himself, and my eyes widen as his already impossibly large cock grows even larger. “I am willing to tolerate a bit of brattiness, Victoria, but you will mind your tongue. Name calling and foul language are off limits for my Little girl. And because I am a man who believes in beginning as I mean to go on, we are going to wash all those filthy words out of your mouth right now. Open.”

My lips tremble as I force them apart. And then he reaches for me, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling me forward. The tip of his cock forces my lips open even further, and the girth of him stretches my mouth beyond what’s comfortable. Using my hair for leverage, he pushes my head down, until my throat contracts around him and I gag.

“A fitting punishment for a naughty mouth, don’t you think?” he asks conversationally as he pulls me back just enough to allow me to breathe.

Tears blur my vision as I’m forced to choke on the thick length of him, over and over. They slip down my cheeks, mingling with snot and drool as he fucks my mouth without mercy.

“Your mouth feels so good on Daddy’s cock, little one.” His groan is that of a man on the edge, and pride swells in my chestbefore I remember I’m not supposed to be enjoying this. “I can’t hold off much longer. You’re going to swallow every last drop I give you, or we’ll do this all over again after I turn that naughty bottom of yours red again.”

A moment later, he swells in my mouth, and the salty taste of him hits my tongue. I swallow hard, desperate not to let even a single drop spill from my lips.

“Such a greedy Little girl,” he says with a low, wicked laugh. “That’s it, little one. Swallow all of Daddy’s cum. My greedy little baby.”

His words are designed to humiliate, and they do. But there’s another feeling coiling inside me, growing tighter and hotter with every filthy word from his mouth. Need, more urgent than anything I’ve felt before burns between my thighs.

Whimpering softly, I press my legs together, desperate to relieve the ache. I thought I was being discreet, but Mr. Stone tugs on my hair, forcing me to look up at him. The corners of his lips are turned up in a smile, and amusement dances in his eyes. Amusement, no doubt at my predicament, which is just another layer of humiliation.

“Do your naughty-girl parts need some attention, little one?”

There must be something broken inside me, because all I want in this moment is his hands on me. Touching me, teasing me, giving me the pleasure my body desperately craves. I shouldn’t want to be anywhere near him, not after what he’s done to me, but it seems as though I left all logical thought behind me in New York. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Come here. Let Daddy make it all better.”

Defying all common sense, I climb up into his lap. He cradles me in one arm while his free hand travels up my thigh, brushing along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

“I normally don’t reward naughty girls with pleasure,” he murmurs as his fingers drift ever higher. “But you’ve had ahard day, haven’t you, my little thief? I suppose I can make an exception this once.”

Little thief.The nickname makes my insides clench.

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