His gaze shifts upward again, those dark eyes locking on mine. “Keep your hands right where they are, little girl. Unless you want Daddy to punish you.”
Yes, please, punish me, Daddy. Please.
I’m still a little too scared of him to actually give voice to the dark needs churning inside me, so I simply nod. And I’m rewarded with a slow, wolfish smile that spreads across his face mere moments before he settles between my thighs, his lips trailing feather soft kisses over my sensitive skin leaving a trail of fire behind them.
By the time he reaches the place where I’m dripping for him, running just the tip of his tongue up through my slit, I’m ready to beg, plead, bargain, whatever it takes to feel him inside me.
“Daddy, please,” I whine, raising my hips toward his questing tongue. “Please, I need… I need…”
“Daddy knows exactly what you need, sunshine.”
With that, he grips my thighs, forcing me open even further as he holds me in place.
Andfeasts.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before shoots through me, setting every nerve ending on fire. A scream rips from my throat as I arch up, my head thrashing from side to side as he uses his tongue to drive me relentlessly toward that peak.
And when he shoves me over, my mind fractures, then empties as my blood turns to molten lava in my veins. It isn’t until the black fades from my vision that I realize my hands are no longer pressed against the headboard but tangled in his silver hair.
“Naughty, naughty, girl,” he says with a low, wicked chuckle, and suddenly my body is quaking for an entirely differentreason. “Now Daddy’s going to have to punish you. Stay right there, little girl.”
Donovan
“Daddy, no, I didn’t mean to!”
As I rise from the bed, Camilla moves her hands back to the headboard, as if that will be enough to save her now.
It’s not entirely her fault, of course. She’s only a Little girl, used to giving into her impulses. Asking her to keep her hands in place while I pleasure her was clearly too much for her to handle.
But Little girl or not, she broke a rule, which means she needs to be punished. Trusting she’ll be too worried about said punishment to defy me, I turn away from the bed and head toward the closet at the far end of the room. Not the one that holds my clothes, but the one I had built specifically for this reason.
Retrieving a box from the top shelf, I carry it back to the bed and sit it beside her, where she can clearly see the contents. Her eyes go wide when I lift the lid from the box.
“W-what are you gonna do with those?”
“A little experiment.” I lift the first vibrator from the box, a slender white column that doesn’t pack much of a punch. “Daddy’s going to set a timer. If you can last the full ten minutes without moving your hands, your punishment will end.” Picking up another vibrator, this one shaped like an actual cock, I set it beside the first. “But if your palms move even a centimeter from that headboard, the timer will start over.”
“Oh.” Relief flickers in her bright eyes. “I thought you were gonna spank me or something.”
Oh, my naïve Little girl. Excitement courses through my veins at her complete lack of awareness of exactly what’s about to happen.
“No, little one. I’m a firm believer that the punishment should fit the crime. And that it should teach a lesson. This”—I pull a third vibrator from the box—“should easily do both.”
With my selection laid out on the bed, I grab my phone and set up the timer. “Hands on the headboard, starting now, sunshine.”
The countdown begins and I reach for the first vibrator while Camilla watches me with those wide, wondering eyes. Flipping it on, I leave it on the lowest setting as I press it to her swollen clit.
Eyes fluttering closed, Camilla moans and lets her head fall back against the pillow. “Oh, that feelsamazing. More, please.”
“Since you asked so politely…”
I press the button to turn up the intensity, drawing a gasp from my Little girl’s lips. “Oh, god. Oh, god. Daddy, please!”
Another few notches up and she’s writhing against the mattress, her plump breasts bouncing with every movement. It isn’t long before her body shudders with the force of another orgasm, her screams echoing around my bedroom.
While she lays panting against the pillows, I turn the vibrator off and reach for the second option, turning it on without her noticing. And when it slides between her soaked lips, she reacts exactly as I expected—she reaches for my wrists, grabbing hold of them as she sobs and begs me to stop.
“My naughty little girl. Looks like we’re starting over.”
