Page 120 of Tempted By her Daddies

And that really wasn’t something she wanted to discuss.

“No thinking,” he ordered, lightly slapping her pussy.

It didn’t hurt and the impact was lessened by the water. But, oh, she could go for more of that. For anything . . . she just wanted him to touch her.

“Please,” she moaned.

“My poor girl,” he crooned. “You’re so wound up and now you have to wait to come. That’s going to be so hard.”

“So will you let me come now?” she asked hopefully.

Surely, he wouldn’t be so cruel as to say no?

“No.”

Drat.

So mean.

He slid a finger inside her suddenly and she gasped. Oh. That felt so good.

“More, please. More.”

“More? I’m afraid you only get more when I want you to have it. Because you’re not in charge right now. You’re my pet for me to play with. To admire and tease and discipline. All mine.”

Damn.

That made her melt.

God, she wanted to be his.

“Please,” she begged as he added another finger into her pussy and started to slide them in and out.

Oh. God.

Nothing she’d done to herself had ever felt like this.

He used his thumb to toy with her clit. How did he know just how to touch her?

Experience.

Uh-uh.

Nope.

She wasn’t going to think about all the women he must have been with. She was just going to lie here and feel.

“I want you to cup your left breast, hold it up for me,” he ordered.

Well.

There wasn’t much to cup. But she was ever obedient. So she cupped her breast, holding it up for him. Then something warm and wet surrounded her nipple.

Another moan of pleasure escaped her.

He ran his teeth lightly over her nipple, then sucked on it firmly.

Oh heck.

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