Page 62 of Chasing Amber

He kisses my neck and cups my breasts, his thumbs stroking over my nipples. “They will only get teased by the hint of these buds. They’ll never get to see them naked. They’re mine.”

I shiver. He’s so possessive, and I fucking love it. I also love it when he lowers one hand between my legs and presses a finger into me.

“Lift your legs over mine, baby,” he orders, his voice all sexy and gravelly.

I do as I’m told, feeling extremely exposed when he presses my knees wider. I grip the sides of the tub.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos into my ear. “Let me make you feel good.”

“You’ve already done so several times,” I point out, my voice high-pitched because he’s slowly stroking my G-spot.

He licks my ear. “Baby, there’s no limit on how many times I’ll fuck you with my fingers, my mouth, or my cock. Hell, I’ll use inanimate objects when I feel like it. From now on, I live to see that blissful look on your face, the one where you’re so shocked that you came.”

I moan as my pussy clenches his finger.

“That’s my good girl…” He eases that finger out and trails it lower.

I gasp when he touches my other hole. My body stiffens. “Daddy…”

He wraps his other arm around my middle and holds me tightly, keeping me from avoiding his touch. “This is mine, too, Amber. Every bit of you.”

My cheeks heat. “I haven’t…”

“You will, though. You’ll let Daddy penetrate your bottom with my fingers until you’re eventually ready to take my cock.” He pushes a finger into me as he speaks.

I’m panting, and my heart is racing. This is so naughty. “Daddy…”

He eases his finger in and out of me. “Let it feel good, baby.”

“I don’t think I can.” I can’t relax enough to accept this.

“You can.” His thumb comes to my clit, and he wiggles his finger inside my rectum while he strokes my swollen nub.

Damn him. The two actions together create a new sensation that’s dirty and oddly delicious at the same time. It’s impossible not to enjoy what he’s doing with his finger while he rubs my clit with his thumb.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises. “Accept me into your body.”

I can’t catch my breath. My legs are shaking. I’m going to come. That embarrasses me. Two seconds ago, I was opposed to this, and now I’m going to orgasm.

“Don’t fight it, baby,” he whispers, nibbling on my ear. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

He lowers his other hand and thrusts two fingers into my pussy.

I scream when I come. This time, IknowI scream. He can’t prove I ever did before, though.

Eventually, my body relaxes yet again, and Daddy pulls his fingers out of me and washes me. By the time he has me cleaned to his satisfaction and lifts me out of the tub, I’m definitely Little. I probably need to retreat into my Little space to collect my thoughts.

Daddy dries me off and guides me into my bedroom. He opens my underwear drawer, shuffles around in it, and finally holds up a pair of plain white panties.

I scrunch my face.

He chuckles as he squats in front of me. “I’ll order you more panties that are suitable for your Little. The thongs you have are sexy, and I’ll be happy to see them on you when we’re in a frisky mood. But when you’re Little, you’ll feel more regressed if you wear panties that match your age.”

I grab his shoulders and step in. He’s right. I feel decidedly Little wearing these. I don’t even remember why I have them.

He picks out a dress from the laundry basket next and holds it up. “Arms up, baby.”

I let him lower it down my body and smile as I slide deeper. It’s kind of scary letting myself go to this place I’ve only recently discovered for myself. I’m vulnerable, and it requires me to trust this man to keep me safe and not hurt me.

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