Page 6 of Not Your Shoe Size

“Do you ever put your fingers inside yourself?”

Kate’s heart was palpitating, pumping hard. “No.”

“I think you do.” Ty’s fingertips slid along her neck. “And because I think you’re lying, I’m going to see if I’m right.”

“But, Daddy—”

“No buts.” He was breathing hard, his rough palms working their way inside her babydoll, though he’d said nothing about inspecting her boobs. Kate held her breath as he scrubbed his palm over one nipple, then the other. He touched her roughly, as though he could no longer resist the impulse to take her, to consume. As he caressed her, she fought the urge to whimper, twist, or otherwise give the game away by showing how turned on she was. Ty went rabid if she put up a little resistance. She needed to stay silent and shiver. Be the frightened waif a little while longer…

Ty rubbed lower, skimming her stomach and grunting as he slid his hand into her underwear. “Baby…”

“Yes, Daddy?”

But he didn’t want an answer. He wrapped his free arm around her back and slid his finger through her landing strip, parting her cunt with a groan. “You’re wet, baby. You’re so wet, you dirty little girl.”

He rubbed her clit lightly and expertly, and she closed her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“That doesn’t matter. You like it, don’t you? Being touched like this?”

The strain in Ty’s voice combined with the long-anticipated touch was electric. She wanted to moan so badly it hurt, but she bit the insides of her cheeks instead. “No.”

“Don’t lie, Katie. It makes Daddy angry.” Ty’s fingers circled lower. “What am I going to find when I touch you?”

“I…I don’t know.”

Ty’s free arm became an iron bar around her shoulders. “Then I’ll have to find out, won’t I?”

His fingers dipped inside her, pulsing gently at her entrance.

Sweat prickled on her forehead. Ty had summer skin and the little girl blankets were thick, but all that heat just added to the headiness. “No, Daddy!”

“Yes, baby.” Ty’s fingers sank deeper. “Yes.”

Kate relaxed as Ty pulsed inside her. Growing up, she’d thought fingering sounded gross and her fledgling sexual experiences had proved her right—but that changed with Ty. He was gentle with a drone’s precision for her g-spot. But this evening he wasn’t stroking with electrifying accuracy, he was slipping in an out, a hard look in his eyes. He wasn’t trying to make her come, he was teasing her. Kate scowled. “Can’t you tell I’m a virgin?”

Ty spanked her sharply on the clit. “Don’t be naughty.”

She looked up at him as innocently as she could manage. “If you don’t want me to be with boys, maybe I could be with you, Daddy.”

Ty’s face crumpled. For a moment he looked genuinely thrown. “Don’t say things like that.”

Kate cupped her small breasts. Her nipples were so sensitive she had to pretend to pinch them. “But I want to be touched. Can you show me how?”

Ty made a wounded animal noise. “Baby, you don’t know what you’re doing...”

“I do.” Kate lifted the hem of her babydoll, showing him her saturated panties. “I won’t tell anyone.”

Ty scrubbed a hand over his face. “You really want to know what it feels like for grownups, baby?”

“Yes.”

“And are you going to do whatever I say and not pout?”

“Yes…?”

“Good.” Ty strode to the door and picked up his briefcase. He flicked the locks and withdrew a pouch of purple satin—the purse that held the fancy dildo Ty had given her when they were first sleeping together. The toy had once been a warning not to expect too much of him or his penis, but in the years since, it had become a staple object in their fun, fucked up sex life. Kate arranged her features into what she hoped was an expression of surprise. “What’s that?”

“Practise.” Ty took out the glass dildo. It looked bigger than Kate remembered, shining in the lamplight like an ice sword.

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