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“I feel it,” she exclaimed, offering her chest to him.

Holding the precious pebble between his teeth, he asked, “Where?”

“My clit. It’s twitching.”

It would be so easy to forget the planned discussion and let go, give in to the emotions and arousal she elicited in him, the burning passion and unrelenting desire. Emily was a drug he needed to exist, the answer to his pleas, and his dreams come to life. His entire being clamored to become one with her, mesh his flesh with hers. The only way was to bury himself deep within her.

Summoning the last bit of control, he released her nipple. “This is difficult, baby,” he murmured. “I want you with every breath and thought, but I also promised to explain. So here goes.”

Picking up her erect nipple between his fingers, he squeezed her flesh. She twitched.

“Was that too painful?”

“It hurt, but I liked it.”

“Pierced nipples and clamps are in your future, kitten. What about this?” He dug in his fingernails.

Emily yelped. To his amazement, she didn’t move away. “Uncomfortable,” she replied. “Couldn’t take it for long.”

“Good girl.” Releasing the pressure, he kissed her nose. “We’ve found initial limits. For now, that much pain is yellow. Using those words warns me to slow down. Anything stronger is red. And before that?—”

“Green,” she interrupted. Frowning, he twisted her nipple.

“Ow.”

“Never, ever interrupt when Daddy’s speaking. This is your only warning. Do it again, and you get punished.”

“I got excited. I won’t do it again.”

“Fine. Moving on,” he said. “Let’s get into ageplay. You’ve watched club scenes. Is there anything you like, don’t like, or that turns you off?”

Emily’s expressive face as she sifted through thoughts and memories was a joy to watch.

“Diapers aren’t my thing, and I’m not an exhibitionist,” she frowned. “In public, I love sucking on lollipops and dressing up, kinda like I am now. I enjoy teasing and flirting with Daddy with a little foreplay before coming home.”

“I have to agree,” he said. “These ruffly shorts are the cutest thing. They’re flattering. Diapers, baby clothes, club nudity, and sex are hard limits for now. As I push you, those might change in time. What else?”

“Umm, there’s this fantasy…the motorcycle, remember?”

He nodded. “You want to have sex in one of your Tween dresses.”

She blushed a little. “Uh-huh.”

“Innocent role play?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Sounds like fun. How about anal sex? Done it before?”

Eyes wide, she shook her head. The blush deepened. “No. But I’d like to try.”

The conversation and her honest responses had rocketed his libido and imagination to the moon. Visions of Emily in different situations sped through his mind. It was difficult to believe how hard he was. His cock could hammer nails into a concrete wall.

She gave you the opening. Run with it, his mind urged.

“Where’s your lube, kitten?”

She dropped her gaze. The gesture confused him. Had he read her incorrectly?

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