Page 14 of Daddy Devious

I am a thief. A criminal. And this is my penance.

Somehow, that thought makes the pain and humiliation easier to bear. I could be rotting in a jail cell right now, awaiting trial. Instead, I’m on a private jet with the most gorgeous man alive running his fingers along the seam of my soaking wet pussy.

Pleasure courses through me when he pushes those fingers inside me. My needy whimpers mingle with his quiet chuckle as he strokes me.

“So wet for me, my little thief. Your greedy little kitty is squeezing my fingers so tight. I think you enjoy being my Little girl more than you realize.”

Denial burns on my tongue. But how can I deny it when everything he says is true? Beneath the pain, the humiliation, everything he’s done to me has made me ache for him. I was drenched before he even touched me, and my pussy is in fact spasming around his fingers as he slowly pushes me to the edge of sanity.

With another of those needy little whimpers, I arch up, into his touch, begging for more. Drawing his fingers from my pussy, he uses my own arousal against me, making my clit slick as he circles the swollen little nub.

“Do you want to come, little one?”

“Y-yes,” I gasp out, clinging to him as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.

“Ask me properly, and I’ll let you come. Tell Daddy what you need.”

Oh, god. Calling him Daddy while I’m over his knee getting my bottom spanked like a naughty child is bad enough. Butcalling him Daddy while he’s finger-fucking me to oblivion is possibly more than my mind can bear.

“Please. Please let me come.” Hopefully all he really wants is to hear me beg, and that will be enough to earn me the pleasure he’s so expertly tormenting me with.

No such luck.

“Who am I, Victoria? Who is touching you right now? Who is playing with your sweet little kitty and making you whimper and moan like a needy little baby? Who am I?”

Insanity. That’s the only explanation for the words that leave my mouth at his command. “Daddy. You’re Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, ask me again. AskDaddyto make you come.”

“Please, Daddy. Please make me come,please.”

A low growl rumbles in his chest and his movements become more insistent, more demanding. “Come for me, my little thief. Come for Daddy.”

The orgasm crashes over me, shattering me into a million pieces held together only by the tight band of his arm around me as he continues to stroke and tease every last ounce of pleasure from my body.

Again his chest rumbles, but this time with laughter, I think. I’m not entirely sure, because I’m floating, disconnected from reality as he draws his hand from me.

“What a mess you’ve made, Victoria Rose. But don’t worry. Daddy knows just how to keep his naughty girl from messing all over the place once we get home. Sleep, my little thief. I’ll wake you when we arrive at our destination.”

Snuggled tightly in his arms, for once I obey without a fight.

Chapter Six

Maxwell

My little thief sleeps soundly the rest of the trip. I know I should probably wake her instead of letting her sleep so long. But she’s had such a hard day and she looks so sweet and peaceful in my arms, I can’t bear the thought of disturbing her.

Unfortunately, we’re getting ready to land, which means she needs to be in her seat. Brushing a lock of hair from her face, I wake her as gently as I can. “Time to get up, Victoria. We’re almost home.”

Her nose scrunches up in the most adorable way and she burrows into me. “Don’t wanna.”

“I know, little one. But you need to get buckled in again before we begin our descent. You can go right back to sleep if you want.”

Lifting her head, she blinks owlishly and rubs at her eyes. “Time ‘zit?”

“A little after five.”

“Really?” The corners of her lips dip down into a frown. “Why did you let me sleep so long?”

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