Humiliation burned along her skin as he continued his filthy praise. But the embarrassment only drove her need higher, her clit throbbing and her pussy clenching emptily until she was ready to beg him to fuck her properly.
Again he pulled back, allowing her a few deep breaths as he used his free hand to cup her face, swiping his thumb through the drool coating her chin, smearing it across her cheek. “You’re a fucking mess, babygirl. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.”
She lost count of how many times he took her to the brink of what she could handle, holding her there while her brain and body warred with each other. Over and over he fucked her, choked her, until her throat was raw and her cheeks were slick with tears and saliva.
And then his movements changed. Gone was the controlled sadist, carefully hurting her in just the right way. The grip on her hair tightened and his hips flexed as he truly fucked her mouth, moving inside her with short, frantic bursts.
“Fuck!” Thrusting forward one final time, his cock swelled in her mouth and then the hot, salty taste of him was pouring down her throat while she sputtered and gagged around him.
“Swallow,” he growled. “Be a good fucking girl and swallow every last drop. If you spill even a little bit, I will take my belt to you and then fill your raw, welted ass with my cum instead.”
What did it say about her that she was tempted, so fucking tempted to test that threat?
Luckily for her, good sense won out in the end and she swallowed every bit of him, not spilling a drop. And when he was fully satiated, he pulled away, collapsing on the bed beside her and pulling her into his arms.
“My good girl.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and she sighed happily as she snuggled into his embrace. It didn’t matter that her makeup was probably ruined and she likely looked completely ridiculous.
Just then, not a damn thing mattered except that she’d done exactly what her Daddy had demanded of her, and she was his good fucking girl.
Chapter Eight
Lochlan
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Fucking hell, she was beautiful. Even more so with her bright-red lipstick smeared all over her face and her eye makeup running down her cheeks. A beautiful fucking mess.
And all his.
Which meant pampering her a bit now that he’d so thoroughly debased her. He might be rough with his toys, but he still took care of them. “C’mon, babygirl. Let’s get you a shower.”
“Mmm, don’t wanna.” Humming softly, she buried her face in his chest, as if she was trying to get as physically close to him as she could possibly manage.
Adorable.
But as cute as she was, he needed to get her cleaned up and hydrated, maybe get some chocolate in her to ward off the coming adrenaline crash. “I know you don’t want to, babygirl, but you need to. Be a good girl for Daddy and do as you’re told.”
That did the trick. Groaning loudly, she pulled away and rolled out of bed, glaring down at him through bleary eyes. “Bossy.”
Climbing out of the bed behind her, he grinned. “Absolutely. And mean. Two things to keep in mind if you want to keep defying me.”
To accent his point, he gave her still-pink ass a hard slap that sent her scurrying toward the bathroom with a squeal.
The shower was more than big enough for both of them, so once the water was nice and warm, he nudged her into the stall and stepped in behind her.
“Brr.” Wrapping her arms around herself, she gave an exaggerated shiver. “Too cold. Turn it up.”
“Seriously?” It was plenty hot enough as far as he was concerned, but judging by the determined glare she sent his way, his babygirl did not agree. “All right, all right. If you want to be boiled alive, I suppose that’s your prerogative.”
He turned the heat up, wincing as the scalding water splashed over him, but his girl just sighed happily and tilted her head back.
“Much better. Thank you.”
“Anything for my babygirl.”
The smile on her face widened. “Keep talking like that, you might have to keep me.”
Pumping the provided body wash onto a washcloth, he ran the sudsy fabric down her arm. “Works for me.”
