Page 9 of Room Nine: For Their Eyes Only

Her face pinks, and she offers a sheepish smile. “I can’t say that I have.”

“Tell me all about the last time a man made you climax. Give me all the details, but don't mention his name.” I think I’ve lost my mind and found it on the highway to hell. I’m a sick man growing more depraved by the second. Yet that knowledge does nothing to curb my appetite. Without thought or hesitation, I unzip my pants and fist my cock, pumping it slowly as I wait for her to begin.

She stretches her arms over her head, and the hem of her crop top reveals the swells of her sun-kissed breasts. It looks like my naughty girl has been sunbathing topless.

“What name should I use?”

My brow creases with curiosity. “Use Daddy. Call me Daddy.” I groan, disgusted with myself but dying to hear her speak the word.

“Daddy?” Her blue eyes grow wide with curiosity. “You want me to call you Daddy? What will you call me?”

Her surprised expression makes my cock thicken. I love her naïveté, feigned or genuine, it makes me want to thoroughly corrupt her. “I’ll call you my baby girl. Because that’s what you are, sweetheart. Daddy wants to take care of his baby girl in every way. And as long as you do what Daddy says, he’ll treat you like a fucking princess.”

I’m a sick man. But goddamn, she makes me crazy.

She yawns like a kitten, pouting as she sighs, “Do you mind if I make up a story? I can’t share one of my own.”

“Why do you want to make it up? Are you afraid to kiss and tell?” I’m perplexed. I know fiction is typically better than reality, but she must have one that’s good enough to share.

“No, that’s not it. I’m a virgin, Daddy. All my stories are in my head.” A tiny whimper escapes her lips, like she’s afraid she’s said too much, or maybe she’s frustrated by her innocence. That won’t be a problem for long.

The sound of her voice wrapped around the word daddy nearly makes me come, but her confession stuns me still. I stop pumping my cock and stare at her in disbelief. “Are you lying to Daddy? How has someone as beautiful as you stayed innocent for so long?”

She shakes her head and brings one finger to her glossy lips. “Never.”

I groan and push down the nasty words that want to fly out of my mouth. My heart thumps, echoing in my ears as I try to rein in my lust and fail miserably. I pump my cock and keep my grip firm as I slide my hand up and down my shaft, squeezing tightly until enough precum eases my friction. “Then make something up. Use your imagination and tell your daddy what you’d like him to do to you.”

She purrs, whimpering softly as she swipes her index finger across her pouty lips and slides the digit into her mouth. “Does Daddy want me to touch myself?”

I grunt, “He does. Your daddy wants to see your pussy. But only if you want to show me. I’ll understand if you’re shy.” The more I pump, the harder I get and the closer I get to my release. I’m not expecting her to comply, but the devil resting on my shoulder made me ask.

Vivienne’s lips part with surprise. She sucks in a breath, pretending to be offended by my suggestion, then smiles. “Daddy wants to see my pussy? Does he want to see how wet he’s made me? Does want to make sure I’m fingering myself just right?”

This girl is going to be the death of me. She’s a world-class tease but holy fuck, I love every word that spills from her mouth.

I nod and feel the sweat lining my brow slide down my temples. I’m so close, I don’t want to stop. And I know one look at her sweet pussy could hurl me over the edge.

Her hand moves forward, momentarily blocking the camera and sending me into a panicked frenzy. I stop jacking off, and use my clean hand to tap a few buttons on the keyboard, too afraid to ask her what she’s doing. I don’t want to scare her off and I don’t want to make a fool of myself.

A blurry video reappears then shifts to the left while she adjusts her body into a different position. I lean closer to the screen, my eyes wide with avarice as I watch her slide her pink panties down her pale thighs, and past her knees before she kicks them away.

The focus returns just in time to give me the most amazing view of Vivi reclining into the mattress and spreading her legs. “Can you see me, Daddy?”

My mouth falls open, and the saliva pooling in my mouth dribbles down my chin. I swallow hard and rasp, “I can see you, baby girl. Are you going to give Daddy your pussy?”

I can hardly believe the words that are coming out of my mouth. It’s depraved. Delusional. I don’t even know where she is and I’m already making claims on her pussy.

“Yes! Daddy!” Vivienne cries through moans and arches her back, writhing against her pink blanket as her fingers work overtime on her tiny bundle of nerves.

“That’s perfect, baby. Picture my tongue on your clit, licking that pink bud in tiny circles while I shove my fingers into your virgin cunt. I want to taste your cum, Vivi. Daddy needs to feed on your pussy and swallow every ounce of cum you can give him,” I pant, pumping harder, fisting my shaft but never taking my eyes off the prize.

“Please put your cock inside me.” She moves her finger through her glistening slit and spreads her folds apart. I release an audible gasp as my heart slams into my ribs. I can’t close my eyes. With bated breath, I watch her thighs tremble and her hips levitate off the mattress. Vivienne squeezes her legs shut and twists into the bed, moaning as she pulls every bit of ecstasy from her writhing body.

I fall forward, panting, grunting, and groaning her name as a geyser of cum erupts from my savagely beaten cock and coats my fingers. I don’t give a damn if she’s Boris’ daughter. From this day forward, Vivi is my little girl.

Chapter7

“Why do you look like the cat that ate the canary?” Elsa holds a baby-doll nightie against her torso and eyes herself in the mirror. It’s Mack’s birthday, and she’s hoping make-up sex might alleviate some of their ongoing issues. She’s smarter than that, but never when it comes to men. Mack is just another in a long line of men who have taken advantage of her.

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