I took my time in the shower, washing every inch of my body other than my midsection. I didn’t
dare get too close to my dick or my ass because, no matter how hard I tried, I was still right on the
edge. I hoped like hell Daddy didn’t try coming into the bathroom because all it would take was one
look from him and I’d shoot off like a rocket.
Did it count as breaking the rules if I came without touching myself?
Daddy had a little bit of an evil streak, so he’d probably still punish me even if I’d been trying my
best to behave.
Drying off after I stepped out of the shower was another test of my restraint. I debated rubbing the
towel over my skin just enough that I wasn’t dripping, but it was cold and uncomfortable. I bit down
on my bottom lip as I paid attention to the parts that were causing me nothing but trouble.
“Are you about done in there?” Daddy called out from the bedroom.
“Just about.” My hand shook as I grabbed a comb. It was stupid to fix my hair when Daddy was
just going to mess it up as soon as I was within reach, but it was habit. I leaned against the vanity,
staring at myself in the mirror. The dark, puffy bags under my eyes weren’t as noticeable as they
usually were. That was thanks to Daddy. He was a stickler for me taking care of myself, and I fell
asleep fast at nap time now because I wasn’t worried about someone finding me.
Life wasn’t anything like how I’d imagined it, but it was pretty damn good. For once, I was
starting to believe that being a good, responsible parent didn’t mean I had to be celibate and lonely.
There was a way to have both.
“If you don’t get out here in the next sixty seconds, you’ll be going straight to sleep, boy.”
My cock leaked another bead of precum against my stomach.Why in the hell was it so hot to
hear him being forceful?
My breath caught in my throat when I stepped out of the bathroom. The comforter was pulled back
and Daddy was lying in the middle of the bed, fist curled around his erection. I followed the
movement as he stroked himself, thumb trailing over the bright red tip of his cock. My mouth watered.
I wanted to taste him.
“Damn, I wish you could see the way you’re looking at me right now.” His voice was rough, his
eyes bright as he stared at me. “You want this, don’t you?”
I nodded, unable to form words.
“Tell me. If you had to choose, would you prefer I fuck your throat or your perky little ass?”
