Page 5 of Not Your Shoe Size

“I…I’ve been kissed. And he felt me a little bit...” Kate folded her arm more tightly over her breasts. “…that’s not bad, is it?”

Ty shot to his feet. “Goddammit, Katie.”

She flinched. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is you’re a naughty little whore.”

Kate pulled the blankets up to her chin. “But, Daddy—”

“But nothing. Shut your mouth. I need to think.”

Ty paced the room, breathing hard through his mouth. His cock jutted against his suit pants, its hardness utterly at odds with his fury. Kate’s mouth filled with saliva. This daddy wouldn’t have sex with her—too intimate, too dirty—but he might make her suck him while he castigated her about how dirtyshewas. Her insides gave a pleasurable squirm as she imagined being set on her knees and forced to swallow…God, she was turned on. If role-play lasted much longer, she might stop acting naive and straight beg Ty for sex. She sat up, letting the covers fall away to reveal her low-cut babydoll. “Daddy, please don’t be mad at me?”

Ty’s gaze fell to her cleavage. A muscle in his jaw jumped. “You don’t understand what you’re doing, do you?”

“What am I doing?”

“Disobeying me. You know you’re not allowed to be touched by other men.”

There was a short pause.

“Boys,” Ty corrected. “Boys who don’t respect you. Who’ll hurt you.”

Kate tried to look prettily puzzled. “That won’t happen, Daddy. I promise.”

“You can’t make that promise. Only the boys can make that promise and they won’t. Not with the way you’re looking and dressing these days.”

“What do you—”

“Never mind.”

Ty turned on his heel and paced. He shoved his hands in his pockets, accentuating the swell of his erection. Kate slid a hand between her legs and cupped herself. She wanted to play properly, but the temptation to say her safe word and just have Ty fuck her was getting stronger. Thankfully, her boyfriend stopped in his tracks and stared at her, his eyes full of a hunger that said he was as near breaking point as she was.

“You know you’re right, baby. You are growing up.” His words were light but there was an undercurrent of malice.

“S-sorry, Daddy.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s only natural. You’re becoming a big girl. That means you need big girl ways to feel good.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you remember that talk we had about what mummies and daddies do together?” Ty stared at her, his hands still in his pockets. From the way they were moving, he was caressing the head of his cock.

She forced herself to inhale, to focus on her role in the scene. “I remember. Special cuddles.”

Ty nodded, kneeling beside her on the bed. “You’re too little for special cuddles, baby, but you’re curious, aren’t you?”

“What does that mean?”

Kate asked so many dumb questions during sex, it sometimes felt like a farce, but it was necessary. It kept the plot moving and her absurd naivety intact. And it was kind of fun to wallow in knowing nothing, in being told all manner of self-serving lies so she could remain innocent.

Ty’s gaze bored into hers, his right hand shifting in his pocket. “Do you touch yourself between your legs, my baby?”

Kate turned away, faux embarrassed. “I don’t know…”

Ty knelt before her and grasped her cheek. “Do you?”

“I…yes.”

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