“It’s not every day I have you at my mercy. I could draw it out and taunt you until the sun comes up.” Sophie’s frustrated cry made his cock throb. Her whine was heaven.
His hand rested on her ass, his fingers slipping between her thighs. “Yes, babygirl?”
“Please touch me, Daddy.”
“I will, but only while you tell the story.” He held firm, even though the idea of throwing her on the couch and wrapping her thighs around his neck thrummed in his mind.
“W-what story?” She turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder.
“You’re going to tell me what happened with Sir, and I’m only going to touch you while you tell me what mean ol' Sir did to you. Understand?”
The slow movement of his finger around the base of the plug honed in his meaning, and Sophie nodded quickly, arching into his touch.
“Thank you, Daddy!”
“Don’t thank me, you owe me a story. It can be as long as you want, but I hope it’s enough to make you come.”
Sophie rested her cheek against the arm of the chair, rocking her hips in time with his slow movements. “I went to his office to make sure he had everything and say goodbye.” Her breathing was shallow and focused.
Aiden hummed. “We both know what you really wanted.”
“I needed him, too. He had me kneel beneath his desk with his cock in my mouth while he finished his work. I accidentally drooled on his pants, and he made me bend over the corner chair in the office.” The thought made Aiden’s cock throb.
Sophie parted her thighs, placing one foot on the floor and leaving her fully exposed to her Daddy. He slipped two fingers inside her, pressing against the plug through her sensitive walls and bringing her back to her task.
Retelling her painful humiliation was worth the orgasm that came after.
“He used his belt.”
“How many times?”
“Five, Daddy,” she moaned, running her fingers through her hair and pulling it away from her eyes. “Oh, thank you, Daddy. M-more, please.”
Aiden smacked her ass with the hand from between her thighs. It made a wet sound against her pussy. “How did you end up with this?” Aiden pulled the base to the plug, stretching her sore muscles, then pushed it back into place.
“Master Zack wet his cock with my pussy–yes, there,please–He fucked my ass until I was begging him to come. I was so close, Daddy. Like now, OH!”
Sophie bucked her hips against her Daddy’s hand and continued telling him how Zack choked and slammed his hips into hers until her carefully applied makeup was ruined. Allowing any member who she passed would know whose whore she was.
“He asked me if I wanted to come so he would finish, and I hesitated. I-I promise–oh, thank you–I told him both. So, he clamped my clit and said he would finish with my ass–” Sophie’s words stopped with a whimper, her fists digging into the arm of the couch. “Daddy!”
“Almost, princess.” Aiden slipped three fingers inside her, pressing against her weighted plug. “Daddy can’t wait until he fills this swollen pussy with his cock.”
“I’ll be a good girl, I promise!”
“Oh, I have no doubt.”
“Sir said he’d stop when he was ready, and he wasn’t going to make me come. I-I had until he came. I couldn’t, Daddy, I tried! My ass was so full and on fire. I needed to come. He came in my ass before I could, and plugged me to ‘keep it in to know your place.’ He kissed my forehead and sent me home,” she blurted quickly through frustrated tears.
Sophie reached behind and grasped the back of Aiden's shirt.
“Hmmm, sounds like I missed a good session.”
Aiden grabbed a fistful of her hair and she gasped, jerked back by his pull. He pressed his lips against her ear. “No, princess. I'm just getting started.”
Sophie squeaked.
“Careful there, little one, before I decide you're stretched and lubed enough to take my cock in that pretty little asshole of yours. Now come for Daddy.”
