Page 93 of Don't Call Me Daddy
This fucking brat.
I am going to have so much fun with her punishment.
“Here’s what I’m going to do.” My fingers graze to her other breast and then back up to her neck. “I’m going to set a timer and let you suck my cock for five minutes, but after that, I get to play with you however I like. Is that a deal?”
She tilts her head to the side, as if she’s considering. “What if I don’t want to stop after five minutes? What if I want to finish you off and make you come down my throat?”
A slow smile spreads over my face. “You will stop after five minutes. You remember what happened last time, don’t you? Orgasms are only for good girls, and I can tell by the way you’re squeezing your thighs together that your pussy is already wet and throbbing for me. So, if you want to come tonight, then you need to follow the rules. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She wets her lips as she wraps one hand around my shaft while cupping my balls with the other.
I grab my phone and set a five-minute alarm just as her warm tongue licks up the base of my cock, swirling around the head before sucking me into her pretty little mouth.
“Fuuuck,” I sigh as my head falls back against my chair, loving the feel of her mouth on me, loving how eagerly she takes me, like she can’t get enough.
I don’t know where this girl learned how to suck dick, but she should patent her technique and teach classes on it. She has no idea how much power she has over me in this moment. I think I’d give her anything she asked, and that thought is terrifying and exciting all the same. The rush I get from this exchange of power makes me feel so alive. One minute, I hold all the control, and the very next, she’s flipped it as she brings me to the intersection of my deepest fantasies and the most euphoric pleasure I’ve ever felt.
My palms start to tingle as I fight to keep my composure, not wanting this to end. A fantasy of something I’ve always wanted to do flashes through my mind, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of my orgasm.
I grip her hair and tug to get her attention. “Slow down, baby. I don’t want this to end. Trust me, I’ve got big plans for you tonight,” I say in a breathy pant.
Her round siren eyes meet mine, holding my gaze, and she starts to hum on my cock, alternating between sucking me down her throat and licking my head.
I try to slow my breathing, taking long, deep breaths through my nose as I clench my fists in a white-knuckled grip.
Glancing over at the timer, I notice there’s one minute left.
I can do anything for one minute.Come on, Leo. You can hold out.
As much as I want to enjoy this fucking incredible view in front of me, I will my brain to think about work, spreadsheets … Ricky fumbling through this morning’s meeting …
Pleasure builds at the base of my spine, and my mind flashes through a tornado of images. Some erotic memories of Ivy’s body, naked and dripping wet as I devoured her pussy in the shower; or the way her perky little tits fit perfectly in the palms of my hands; the sated, glazed-over look in her eye after I made her come; mixed with images of spreadsheets and quarterly reports, flashes of rebranding our cleaning products line and packaging substrates …
The swirl of chaos slows down my release, if only by a few seconds, as I dig my fingers into the arm of the chair, leaving a permanent indentation.
Just as my release threatens to explode, her mouth disappears, and I suck in a much-needed breath to steady me.
She works my length with her hands, and then her hot mouth is back. Only this time, I feel a strange texture coating her tongue. Little beads of something scrape along my shaft, and I’m about to ask her what it is when I feel a tiny pinch.
Suddenly, all the tiny beads pop and pinch in a rotating succession, creating a stinging vibration.
“What the fuck did you—” I startle in my seat, eyes flying open in surprise, only to find Ivy wearing a wicked grin.
I try to pull her off, but she just grips my shaft tighter, tugging my balls in an almost-painful grip as tiny explosions erupt all over my cock. There’s no getting out of this. She has me right where she wants me, and all I can do is ride it out.
I’m racking my brain, trying to figure out what the fuck’s in her mouth—all while holding in my orgasm that’s only moments away—just as the five-minute timer rings.
She releases my cock with a gentle pop, wearing a smug grin, and pulls a little black package from her back pocket.
“How long have you been carrying Pop Rocks in your pocket, waiting to pull that stunt?” I swipe the package from her and shake it. “You think it’s funny to prank me?”
“I just wanted a little treat.” She makes a show of licking her lips before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Such a fucking brat. You’re going to pay for that stunt tonight.” I stand, pulling my pants up, but not buckling them, and then I lift her from the floor and toss her over my shoulder.
She lets out a little squeal and kicks her feet as I move down the hall, passing my bedroom until I’m in the library.
“Leo, wait. What are you doing? Why are we in the library?”
