“Good girl baby, now gently touch your clit, soft touches only, can you do that for Daddy, let me watch.”
Her thighs shook.
Her breath stuttered.
“Look at my good girl, in such a mess just from daddy’s voice.”
Her eyes fluttered half-shut.
“A little faster,” I said. “You’re close.”
When her breathing hitched, her hips lifted, she was seconds away.
“Look at me. Eyes on Daddy.”
She lifted her gaze, hazy, drowning, ruined. My chest tightened.
“I love you,” I whispered, unable to hold it back.
She gasped, a tiny hitched inhale that landed right in my spine.
“I love you,” she whispered back. “I love you, Daddy.”
That was it.
That was the line that undid me.
“Come for me, baby.”
She came shaking. Breathless, panting and it dragged me under with her.
I came with a rough, guttural exhale, muscles tight, hips lifting off the bed. I stroked through it hard, my vision blurring as I chased the last pulse, because she was still on the screen, breathless and flushed, eyes half-lidded, thighs trembling.
And I finished to that. To the sound of her falling apart for me.
Her breathing slowed before mine.
“I wish I was in your bed.” She sighed,
My throat tightened. “Me too, baby.”
“Do you miss me?”
“More than is sane,” I said quietly.
“Tomorrow night?”
“I’ll be waiting,” I murmured. “Same time. Same camera. You follow my rules.”
Her cheeks flushed. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Leave the camera on baby, I want to watch you sleep.”
She nodded, relaxed, nearly asleep. I watched her until her eyes fluttered closed. Only when she slipped into sleep did I end the call. Three more days. Then she would be home in Villain.
24
Madeline
