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Me: Don’t make me punish you!

My hand clenches around the phone, and I grind my teeth.

When my phone pings again, I’m stunned speechless.

Fuck.

Her glistening pink pussy is so perfect, so small and edible, and I want to run my tongue along it, then shove it in her mouth for her to taste her little cunt from me.

Venom flows through me, and I saunter toward the remains of the man on the floor. Then I take my time unbuckling my belt and pull out my raging cock, getting lost in the thoughts of Gracie, my adorable little pet that needs fucked hard and reminded to be a good girl.

Hovering over the scum on the floor, I twist my hand, and it works faster, pumping my cock harder as my mind races with images of all the ways I would punish her for not eating her lunch.

How I’d pin her head to the mattress, mount her likean animal, pull her asscheeks apart, then slam inside her tiny asshole while she screams at me to stop. Not giving her a chance to speak, I’d withdraw my bloody cock and slam inside her harder, faster while she cries out in pain. The frantic, controlling pace I’d put her through would give her no choice but to surrender to my demons. Her sobs would urge me on and draw my balls up, but I’d continue to hammer into her ruined ass.

My fingers clasp my cock harder, almost to the point of pain, but I embrace it, and Gracie’s little cunt leaks onto the sheets, soiling them with her own secret. She likes Daddy fucking her like this. Like a whore.

Fuck yes!

I tip my head back and squeeze my eyes closed, then my cum shoots from my cock, and I aim for it to cover the dismembered torso of the fucker who dared to go against us. Images burn behind my eyes of my sweet, innocent little pet sobbing into her pillow as I come down from the ecstasy of my orgasm. My chest heaves, and I deliver the stream of piss I’ve been desperate to expel from my body. The degradation of the act feels so much better and more satisfying than just coming on him.

It makes me feel powerful, like he’s nothing and I’m punishing him.

Gracie’s parted lips flash into my mind, and I groan, then I snap my eyes open, determined not to get hard again.

When I’m finished, I shake away the remnants, tuck my cock back into my pants, and remind myself this is where I will leave my demons behind. This is where theultimate depravity of my life remains, with the dregs of society.

My men know to clean up after me and destroy all evidence we were ever here.

I’ll walk out the door and into the light to return home, and there, I will be everything I wish I was.

A better man. A caregiver. A fraud.

Her daddy.

Chapter Seventeen

Gracie

Vinny hasn’t responded to the photo I sent him of me on his desk with my bare pussy out like he asked me to. I spent way too long lingering in his space than was appropriate, but his scent hanging in the air had me wishing he was there with me.

When I finally slid off his desk and sulked out of his office like a naughty schoolgirl, my face flamed at Hazel giving me a knowing smile.

Is this something he does with every woman he has a contract with? Jealousy churned my gut as I scooped Bonnie from Hazel’s arms and made my way upstairs to bathe her before bed.

“Who’s a pretty little princess?” I coo, and my little girl splashes in the inch of bath water. Coated in bubbles, she grins up at me and claps her hands together in glee.

A knock sounds from behind me, and as I turn, the door opens. Vinny stands against the doorframe, then hisgaze wanders from Bonnie to me, and I struggle to swallow. God, he’s gorgeous. His smoldering eyes travel over my body, and his jaw grinds from side to side before he somehow masks his annoyance. I fight the urge to shy away from his scrutiny, feeling inadequate for the sudden change in his demeanor.

When his gaze lifts back up to mine, he holds my stare before I glance away, dropping my hair in front of my face like a curtain, and turn my attention back to Bonnie.

“Do you have any toys?”

His question throws me off guard, and I turn to face him, blinking. Then my mind races with visions of him having an array of sex toys, and my face turns red, and I lick my lips.

A deep chuckle fills the air, and Bonnie tries to mimic him, causing us both to face her.

“Are you laughing at me, Bon-Bon?” He grins.

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