Page 15 of Revna's Alpha

She bit down on her thumb as Daddy placed his thumb over her clit, gently rubbing it in a circular motion.

Her chest rose and pleasure coursed through her body. Toes curling up against the table as he took his other finger and teased her entrance.

“Daddy, please!” she begged.

She wanted his finger inside of her, giving her more pleasure making her come.

“Such a good girl. Take Daddy’s fingers like a good little girl.”

Her legs spread open as Daddy slowly pushed a finger inside of her.

“More! Please!”

His pace picked up as he thrust his finger inside of her. Her hands flew to her boobs, grabbing onto them as he continued with his pace.

“Take a second finger like a good girl. My good little slut. Take my fingers. Such a good girl.”

Her back arched even further as pleasure overtook her body. She was so close to coming with the pace he was thrusting his fingers into her.

“Daddy! So close.”

Pinching her clit, she cried out as he pushed her over the edge and into her high. Daddy continued to slowly pump his fingers in and out of her.

“Daddy,” she whimpered.

“Such a good girl.”

Daddy cleaned her up, placing another diaper around her before unbuckling the strap.

“No want the diaper!” she whined.

“Non negotiable.”

Pushing her bottom lip out, she crossed her arms over her chest.

“So cute.” Daddy kissed her forehead.

“No.”

“Yes, you are.”

Daddy picked her up, holding her close to him as he walked out of the room and towards the kitchen.

“Are you hungry?”

She pushed away from Daddy and looked around. His kitchen connected right to his living room. There was a table close to the kitchen and a high chair. Did he have a kid he didn’t tell her about? Where was the kid?

“Daddy is going to set you in here while he gets some food for you.”

Before she could even tell what he was referring to, she found herself sitting in the highchair. Gasping, Daddy took her surprise by the horns and strapped her arms to the chair.

“Daddy!” She screeched.

Revna tried pulling on the straps, trying to get her arms out of it. Why had Daddy strapped her in?

“Daddy!” She yelled. “Let me out!”

“No can do. I need you safe. If your hands were free while I got food, you might try and get out. You could easily fall on your head and hurt yourself if you did that. Daddy doesn’t want that and I know you don’t want that either.”

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