Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
The private door of my elevator opens soundlessly and there she is—my reason for breathing. She’s in a short, pink sundress and her favorite white Mary Janes. Immediately, I know what kind of mood she’s in because she’s twirling a lock of hair around her finger and twisting side to side. She needs her Daddy and my dick throbs in anticipation.
Originally, one of the reasons I sent Sienna to finishing school was to have her instructed in the ways of being a society wife. My society wife. How laughable those intentions were. After we returned from our first trip to the island, I held a gala to introduce my new wife to the world. I wanted her to know how proud I am to be her husband. But all those eyes on my Sienna snapped something inside of me and I ended up dragging her to the closest dark room and fucking her roughly against the door, snarling at her for being so goddamn beautiful. Galas and formal functions have been few and far between since then, so the skills she learned at finishing school have not been put to the test often.
Society wife she is not—thank God.
But she is my little girl, through and through.
Sienna walks to me now where I sit at my desk, coming around the edge slowly, shyly, still twirling that hair around her finger. “Sorry for being late, Daddy.”
“Are you?” I pat my knee. “How sorry?” She perches herself on my thigh and the heat of her pussy makes my teeth clench. Fuck, she’s always ready. Even in the middle of the night when I mount her in a fit of hunger, her cunt is always drenched, as if she’s been dreaming of me. “Did you fall asleep?”
We both know very well she didn’t fall asleep, but the games between us are not only natural for me and Sienna, they’re what we need. We fall into our roles effortlessly.
“Yes,” she whispers, eyes downcast.
I brush her hair back, letting my fingertips trail down her smooth neck. “Did you have the pillow stuffed between your thighs again?”
More color suffuses her face and she nods.
“Did you try to fuck the pillow, princess?”
“Daddy,” she gasps. “No!”
“You don’t have to lie to me,” I say, resting my hand on her thigh and letting it slowly travel beneath her dress, higher and higher. “I think it’s time I showed you what your body is asking for when you rub your pussy against the pillow.”
When I hook a finger in her panties and drag them down her legs, her tits rise and fall faster. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh.” I glance toward the door. “You don’t want everyone knowing you’ve been grinding on your pillow, do you? And that Daddy has to show you why?”
Her headshake is vigorous. “No.”
“Good girl.” I stand and settle her backside on the desk, unzipping my pants and guiding my cock out. It jerks in my hands when she gasps, reacting like she’s never seen it before, cream beading on the tip and dripping onto her dress. “Pull the top of your dress down, princess.”
Her fingers hesitate on the bodice. “But…why?”
Briefly letting go of my cock, I cover her hand with mine and we pull the material down together, popping her gorgeous tits free. “They excite me, little girl. That’s why.” I take hold of my shaft again and position it against the snug hole between her thighs. “And this is what happens when Daddy gets excited. Isn’t that nice?” I grit my teeth and push a few inches inside of her, using my free arm to capture and steady her when she pretends to scramble away. “No, no, princess. Let it happen. You did this. You knew I was watching from my camera above your bed. Watching your little, bare butt cheeks pumping up and back on the pillow. Now it’s time you learn to ride me instead.”
She shoves at my shoulders. “But…b-but you’re inside me—”
I cut her off with a hard kiss, stroking my tongue against hers until she stops struggling. “Doesn’t it feel good, though?” I whisper, pushing the rest of my cock deeper inside of her until she’s whimpering into my neck, her legs trembling. “Let it feel good, princess.”
My desk rocks under my next three pumps and she starts to moan, hesitantly at first and then with abandon, her thighs lifting to lock around my hips. “Oh. Daddy.”
I fall back into my leather wingback, bringing Sienna with me. My fingertips dig into the arms of the chair while I watch my beloved ride me. The city is spread out behind me, reflected back in her eyes and I vow to give her every single square inch of it, as surely as she’s conquered every single square inch of my heart.
THE END