Page 30 of Not Your Shoe Size

Kate stared at her high heeled sandals. It was a warm evening, but he was sure she was shivering. She must have gotten herself into a state, fantasising about what they were about to do. Well fucking good, it’d would be all the easier to remind her who her daddy was.

“Come here,” he said. “Kneel.”

She obeyed, not meeting his eyes as she folded herself in front of him.

He ran a hand through her silky hair and blood stirred in his cock. He’d been turned on waiting for her, but now that she was here, nervous and eager, he was hard as stone. Had she gone home to get changed? No, he didn’t recognise the dress and it smelled new. Where were her clothes? Her handbag and phone?

Does it fucking matter? Get on with it.

He stroked her velvet cheek, studying her expression for a sign she wasn’t into what they were doing. “You know I love you, don’t you, Katie?”

She nodded.

Ty lifted her chin so she was looking at him. “Loving someone doesn’t mean you putting up with their bullshit, though, does it?”

She shook her head, her eyes so wide he could see the whites all around them.

“That’s right.” Ty gave her nose a little tap. “When I married your mother, I told her I’d help keep you in line, but you keep making a fool of me, don’t you?”

The question was no harsher than what he usually said to her normally during their games, but this time he could hear the anger in his voice. He pictured her having coffee with another man, another attractive older man, and heat twisted through him. “Well?”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“You’re always sorry, princess.” Ty threw back the rest of his whiskey. “Get my cock out.”

Kate’s hands fumbled with his belt, finally unlatching it before struggling to undo his suit pants. Ty rolled his eyes. “Hurry the fuck up. I don’t have all day.”

“Sorry.” She slid his zipper down. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

He almost groaned when her cool hands pulled his cock from his underwear and into the evening air, but he clenched his teeth to keep the sound in. Mean was what she needed, what they both liked. Kate stroked him softly, as though curious, the sensation so sweet it made his jaw ache. He grabbed a handful of her hair. “Stop fumbling around with it and put it in your mouth.”

Kate started and mumbled another apology.

“Stop talking andsuck my fucking cock.”

Warm heat enveloped his dick. “That’s it,” Ty groaned, sliding his hand through her hair. “Now, make it good for me or you’ll get Daddy’s belt.”

Kate whimpered softly.

“What was that? Did you say ‘I love sucking your big fat cock, Daddy’?”

Kate repeated the words back to him as best she could with him deep in her mouth.

“Good. Now suck harder. Suck like you mean it.”

She did. So well that within seconds, Ty was forcing her forehead away to keep from coming. He stood, panting and trying to remember what he’d planned next.

“Don’t you want me to keep going,Daddy?”

She was looking down, apparently asking the question of the floor, but he’d heard the insolence in her voice. She didn’t play the brat often, but she was clearly doing it now. That was fine with him. Ty closed his fingers around her face, the bones so small they might have been made of spun sugar. “What was that, princess?”

She gave a little shrug.

“It’s like that, is it, you dirty little liar? Fine.”

He drew his palm back and tapped her hard on the face, not quite a slap, but enough to make her jump. “Go to the bar. Pour me another drink.” He forced his empty tumbler into her palm, and she staggered to the bar, shaky as a baby giraffe. Ty settled himself in the armchair as she returned, silently handing him the glass.

“You keep it,” he said. “Kneel.”

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