Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
“Good. I want you to put me on speaker so you don’t have to worry about holding the phone.”
Okay. She set it on speaker, then placed the phone beside her.
“Done.”
“What a good girl you are. Taking direction from Daddy. Are your nipples all hard and wanting attention?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Yes, Daddy,” he said in a stern voice.
“Yes, Daddy,” she repeated. “My nipples are hard and my face is bright red.”
“No reason to be embarrassed, baby girl. Remember, you only have to do what Daddy tells you to do. You’re not in charge here. I am. So why would you feel embarrassed?”
Okay . . . she kind of got his logic. But she also didn’t. Still, her breathing slowed slightly.
“When you used to make yourself come, would you play with your nipples? Would you close your eyes and imagine a sexy scenario?”
“I . . . yes. Sometimes I’d think about a sexy scene I’d read about or watched.”
“This time, you’re going to imagine it’s me touching you. No one else.”
Lord.
He was too much. And yet she found herself smiling at his ridiculousness.
“I don’t want anyone else.”
“Good,” he said arrogantly. “Because I’m it for you. Now, cup your breasts, run your fingers over your nipples and tell me how that feels.”
She moaned as she touched her tender nipples. They were so hard, and it felt like they had a direct connection to her clit. Her breathing grew faster.
“Greer. Talk to me.”
“They . . . it . . . feels so good.”
“You like having your nipples touched, don’t you, Little girl? You liked when my mouth was on them the other day, sucking on them.”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Pinch them lightly.”
She cried out, her hips rising into the air.
“That’s it. So sensitive. You’re doing such a good job and listening to Daddy so well. Did that mean clit stimulator get you all turned on?”
“Yes . . . but you’re . . . the mean one,” she told him.
“Now, if I was mean, I wouldn’t be letting you come right now, would I?”
She couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“Run your right hand down your tummy, toward your pussy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Cup your mound with your hand. Tell me, is it warm?”
“Yes. It’s so hot against my hand.”
“Now take one finger and run it along the seam of your pussy lips. Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she cried out.
“Good,” he practically purred. “I want you to press your finger deeper, run it up and down your pussy lips until you have gathered some moisture on your finger. Is it coated in your pleasure yet?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl. I want you to suck on your finger. Put it in your mouth and clean it. Then let me know how you taste.”
Her heart raced as she moved her finger to her mouth, sucking on it. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. It felt so strange. So sexy, yet almost forbidden. But she didn’t care.
“Well?” he prompted.
“Good. I taste good, Daddy.”
He chuckled. “Of course you do. I was expecting a bit more than that, but never mind. Soon, I’ll be able to taste you for myself.”
A mixture of tension and longing washed through her. She wanted that. As much as she feared it. But having his mouth on her wasn’t anything like what Matthew had done to her. Would she feel in a position of power and control?
It was difficult to know.
“Would you like that, baby girl? Would you like Daddy’s tongue on you, licking you? I could flick your clit until it’s swollen. Until you’re crying out, begging to be allowed to come.”
Her breathing grew ragged.
“Whenever you say the word . . . I’ll give you all the pleasure you can handle. Now, I want your finger to go down to your clit. Circle it slowly at first, then flick it.”
She followed his directions.
“Ohhh.”
“Poor baby. I can hear how much you need to come. What a mean Daddy to edge you all morning.”
“So mean.”
“But now you get to come. Do that again. Circle your clit. Good girl. Nice and slow. That’s it. Now, flick your finger back and forth. Is that making you feel good? Flick it faster. That’s it. Good girl. Now, tell me when you’re getting close. You have to ask Daddy’s permission before you’re allowed to come.”
She groaned. He was killing her.
But she felt herself reaching for that peak.
“Please, Daddy. Please.”
“Please what, baby?”
“Please let me come. I need to come. So badly.”
“Then you may come. Come for me, baby girl. I want to hear you scream.”
She whimpered as her orgasm hit her. She kept moving her finger against her clit, a cry escaping her. She lay back on the bed, breathing heavily.
“Good girl. Such a good girl for Daddy.”
Of course she was. She was always a good girl.
56
“Hack? I’m home.”
And she was exhausted. All she wanted was a shower and then to lie down all day. Being with her nephews was so much fun. But exhausting.