Page 64 of Chasing Amber

He lifts my fingers to his lips and kisses them. “I think it’s sort of special. We might like to watch it together sometime. I promise no one else will ever get to it. It’s password-protected. It’s not saved on an external hard drive. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I will delete it right now.”

I turn and stare at the blank monitor, thinking. “I guess it might be fun to watch it sometime if you promise not to make fun of me for screaming while you had your tongue inside me.”

“I will never make fun of you, baby. If you change your mind at any time, I’ll delete it.”

“Okay. But, Daddy…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“From now on, we’re having sex in your room.”

His laughter fills the apartment. “Okay.”

I lean back and set my hands on the glass surface of the desk, letting my legs swing. I wonder how kinky my Little is. Based on the smoldering look in Daddy’s eyes, I suspect he finds my Little sexy. After all, I’m wearing a short dress; he can see my panties, and my nipples are hard points and easily noticeable through the thin cotton of this simple flowery dress.

I can’t keep from giggling when he suddenly stands, swipes several folders onto the floor, and lowers me to my back across the desk. It’s a good thing it’s large enough to fit the monitor and me.

Daddy shoves my dress up, holds it above my breasts, and starts sucking my nipples.

I’m instantly just as turned on as I was earlier. How many times can I possibly come today?

He releases my nipple with a pop, cups my breasts with both hands, and lowers his face to my crotch.

I bring my legs over his shoulders, wishing he would take my panties off, but it quickly becomes apparent he doesn’t need to and has no intention of doing so.

He nuzzles my pussy over the soaked cotton, driving me mad. All I can do is bury my fingers in his hair while he holds me hostage, his hands on my breasts, his tongue reaching under the side of my panties.

I moan so loud it startles me. He was right. I was never with the right men before. He has no trouble bringing me to orgasm. He’s proven that several times now. I kind of hate that I wasted two years being a brat when I could have been in his bed with his face between my legs. I intend to make up for lost time.

Daddy drives me to new heights with his nose and his lips, pushing my panties around. He even bites into them and tugs the cotton tightly between my pussy lips until I’m gasping and writhing.

Finally, he manages to get to my clit. He captures it, sucks it, and drags his teeth over it. That’s when I come. I’m losing all my inhibitions with this man. He’s turned me into someone I didn’t know I had in me. And I’m so fucking happy I can’t stop grinning.

Without a word, Daddy eventually helps me to my feet. He straightens my panties and pats them to point out how wet they are. He smooths down my dress and kisses me on the nose. “What do you want for dinner?”

I start giggling and can’t stop as I look around. “We’ve made a mess. We should probably clean this up first.” I can’t think about food.

“Okay, help Daddy pick up the papers, and then we’ll see about dinner.” He turns me around and pats my bottom.

I drop onto my hands and knees to crawl around, gathering all the papers and folders. He’s going to have to sort through them. They’re a jumbled mess. I wonder if I can tell which papers go together. It’s doubtful, but I grab one and read the top of it.

For a moment, I simply stare, and then I blink a few times. Surely, I’m seeing this wrong. I drop onto my bottom and read more.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Isaac squats down next to me and leans over my shoulder. “Oh, shit.”

“What is this?” My hands are shaking.

He takes the paper from me and lets it flutter to the floor. “It’s nothing.” He reaches for me.

I crab-crawl away from him, watching his face fall. “Tell me what that is, Isaac. Right now.”

He takes a deep breath.

I continue scrambling back until I run into the back of the sofa. I pull my knees up and hug them against my chest. I’m too confused to make sense of what I’ve seen. He’s going to have to explain himself.

Isaac sits on the floor and runs a hand down his face. “I asked Spence to draw that up for me. It came by messenger this morning. I dropped it on my desk and totally forgot about it. I didn’t mean for you to see it.”

“Tell me what it is, Isaac. And tell me why. There were a lot of zeros in the number I saw.”

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