Page 11 of Be a Good Girl and Choke on this D*ck
She has no control in this scenario, so she’s creating some for herself. I’d be proud of her if I weren’t so fucking livid. The thought of punishing her by calling later than I said flickered through my mind, but this girl has had enough disappointment from the men in her life. I refuse to add to her lack of trust by withholding affection and breaking promises to her.
While my plan may have begun with revenge inmind, we’ve moved past that and straight into unhinged obsession.
Deciding to be surprised by my girl’s appearance when she answers our call, I shut down the screen to the cameras scattered through Hael’s home as she begins to get ready. I may know what she’ll be wearing, but that doesn’t mean everything else can’t remain a surprise.
I move from the den into my office. It provides a view of our neighbor’s botanical garden and the small creek that separates our properties. The blooming cacti and tall palm trees are quite magnificent, and Hale will likely become so enraptured by them that I’ll get the chance to admire her body without protest.
Keeping an eye on the clock above the door across the room, I slip my mask into place and pick up my phone. As the FaceTime call waits to connect, I remove my shirt and settle into my plush leather chair.
The ringing stops after the third one, and Hael’s flushed face appears on the screen. “You’re early,” she accuses while not looking at me as she finishes pinning up her hair.
Annoyed that she has on a robe, I don’t respond until she gives me her eyes.
“Take it off,” my rough, gravelly voice demands.
She can’t see my face or eyes, but I’m graced withhers, and those little gems are dilated to nearly black with lust. Her breathing is ragged, and her finger traces the choker like it’s too tight.
“You’re wearing a mask.” The whisper is barely audible.
Cocking my head sideways, I wait a few beats before responding. “That a problem, sweet pea?” She pouts a little before standing up, phone in hand, and moving around her room. “You’re still wearing the robe. I was clear in my instructions.”
Her throat moves as she swallows uneasily. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“I don’t care.” Her discomfort makes my dick rock hard. “Take. It. Off.” She continues to hesitate, forcing a sigh to expel past my lips. Patience is not something I possess; my staff will agree. However, I’m learning I may be forced to extend some towards my sweet pea. “What makes you so uncertain?”
Worrying her lip, Hael’s sigh matches my own as she drops onto her bed. “I’ve never shown anyone my body before. What if you don’t like what you see?”
Rolling my eyes behind the mask, I remind her, “I’ve been looking at your unconscious and nude body for a long fucking time. Believe me when I say, you are perfection. Every single inch of you.” She remains doubtful, so I dive deeper. “The mole underyour ass cheek, I’ve licked it no less than a hundred times. The scar on your hip from a soccer wipeout, I’ve kissed as often. The freckles scattered over your body make me want to play connect the dots because it means I get to inspect every inch of your enticing form. There is not a speck on your body that I am not obsessed with, Hael. The lingerie simply enhances my craving for you by showcasing my favorite parts.”
Her chest heaves, and listening to me express my love for her body turns her on. I make a mental note always to express my enjoyment of her.
“Please, sweet pea, take off the fucking robe.” She stands this time, and as she sets her phone on the nightstand so I can get my fill, she inhales deeply before untying the robe and allowing the silk to float to the ground. “Fuck.” My dicks spurts with excitement, so I dig my palm into the heavy stalk to curb coming in my pants.
A blush floats across Hael’s body, from the apples of her cheeks, down to her thighs. My eyes can’t remain in any one spot, she’s that fucking beautiful. I don’t believe she realizes how appealing she is to the opposite sex. Her innocence drapes her like a cloak, but her body is pure carnality.
“Is it okay?”
She becomes antsy again with my prolonged silence.
“Is it okay…” She nibbles on that damn lip when I repeat her words back to her. “Yeah, sweet pea, you look phenomenal.”
The smile is slow to spread across her face as she bends over and allows me a closer look at her tits. The perfect hand or mouthful. Her areolas are plump and pink like cotton candy, just begging to be sucked on.
“Sit down and spread your legs. Let Daddy see his next meal.” Her pulse flutters in her chest. She enjoys it when I’m vulgar. “Ah, fuck.” Every thought flows freely, giving her the confidence she needs. “Look at those fat lips. I’m going to suck and bite on them until you’re all swollen.”
“Daddy,” she whines, and her tiny hole pulses next.
“Does Daddy’s good girl need a big ol’ dick to fill her up?” I’m fucking dying to get inside her cunt. Having learned how tight she is, I might not fit, but it’ll be fun as hell getting there. “You shaved for me.” She’s always had her natural curls, but tonight she’s completely bare. Smooth as a baby's bottom and dying to get ridden hard.
“Did I do okay?”
“Perfect, baby. Slapping that pussy into submission is going to be beautiful. My finger marks will lingerand bruise all the smooth flesh. Smacking your clit with my cock is about to become my favorite hobby.”
Her breath catches, and she bites that damn lip again, which begs the question, why the fuck am I waiting to collect her?
“What’s your name, Daddy?” Sliding a finger between her soaking wet lips, she drags it up her body, swirling it around each nipple before painting it across her lips and sucking it into her mouth.
“You only ever need to worry about calling me Daddy, sweet pea. It’s the only name you’ll ever need.”
