Page 31 of Not Your Shoe Size

She knelt in front of him, her gaze on his cock, which was still jutting from his suit pants.

“Blow me.”

She bent forward and when she licked his cock, he tapped her cheek again. “Drink first.”

Kate hesitated—she hated whiskey—but then she raised the tumbler to her lips and sipped, making a face at the taste. He watched, waiting for her throat to work. “Good. Now put your mouth on me.” He let her settle her lips over his cock before he gave her cheek another smack. “Did I say you could swallow?”

Kate shook her head. Her eyes were shiny now. Whatever rebellion had flared in her was tipping toward tears. Ty grinned at her, keeping his eyes cold. “Drink again.”

She did so and, without swallowing, resumed sucking his cock. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant. The whiskey was warm, and it burned a little, but mostly it felt like an extra wet blowjob. He tilted his head back and let her work, wondering idly if he could get drunk through the alcohol seeping through his cock. For a couple of minutes, she sucked smoothly, then the extra wetness vanished.

He flicked her forehead. “Did I say you could do that, princess?”

“No,” Kate whispered.

“That’s right. You don’t swallow until I tell you to fucking swallow. Do it again.”

She took another disgusted sip of whiskey and bent to her task again. Ty groaned loudly, sweeping his hands through her hair so it laid in a shining mess over his thighs. “That’s it, you don’t make the decisions. You don’t do anything except what I tell you. Now swallow.”

She did so, taking grateful gulps of air.

“Take another sip.”

She did it again and Ty picked up the remote he’d hidden in the armchair’s side. He turned on the flat screen on the wall and flipped over to the cricket—Kate’s least favourite sport.He turned the sound up high and rested his hands on her head. “If we don’t get this fucking wicket, look out, little girl.”

She whined, sucking him faster. It was bliss until a thin stream of whiskey shot up the eye of his cock. Ty ground his teeth, using everything he had to bite back a ‘fucking Jesus!’ that would ruin not only this scene, but possibly every Daddy/Little girl role-play in the history of forever. He managed. Barely.Holy shit, it burned. He tapped Kate’s cheek. “Swallow.”

She did and he breathed a sigh of relief. Mental note, whiskey blowjobs needed to be brief and to the point. He took the tumbler from her hand and drank. She watched; her cheeks were flushed but her expression was blank as windows. He needed to work harder.

“Right.” Ty gently pushed her forehead away. “Stand up and turn around. Show me your pussy.”

“I…I’m wearing underwear.”

“So fucking take them off, it’s not like that’ll be hard for you.”

She shimmied out of her panties, and he raised the whiskey to his mouth as though to toast her. As the liquor touched his lips, inspiration struck. He held out his glass. “This tastes like cock. Go get me another one.”

Kate’s eyes took on a humiliated glaze, backlit by the arousal that burned in both of them when he was a prick to her. As she returned to the bar, Ty inwardly congratulated himself. He had no problem kissing Kate after a blowjob, but he’d gotten her with that one. Something that wasn’t always easy after five years of fucking. He adjusted his cock so it wasn’t choking in his suit pants. It was hard to fuck fully dressed, but she liked him being formal while she serviced him.

She returned with a fresh tumbler. He accepted it without a word, circling his finger to get her to turn her back to him. She obeyed and he grabbed a handful of her ass, pulling her onto the tip of his cock. “Sit back and ride me.”

She sank onto him, and with relief he felt she was soaking and clearly into what was happening.

Did you think she wasn’t?

No, but—

Kate moaned sharply as he slid all the way into her cunt. With her feet on the floor she bobbed slowly, riding him. “Daddy…”

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me nice and slow.” He pulled her dress up and held it to her back, watching her pale ass move, exposing the pink slit of her cunt. He watched himself sliding in and out of her and it was so fucking sexy that for a while he could do nothingbutwatch. Then he remembered he was supposed to be breaking her. Breaking them both. He slapped her ass, the sound cracking through the room like thunder. “Like that, slut?”

“Yes,” she whispered, sounding on the verge of tears.

“You’re nothing, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

She made a soft, sobbing noise and Ty smiled. Kate once said that crying while they played was like a shadow orgasm. Well, she was going to cry tonight. Buckets, if he had his way. He spanked her ass again. “You’re boring me. Get your mouth back on my cock.”

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