“Oh, my sweet little bug. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Over and over, he torments me. Testing the limits of what my body and mind can handle, dragging me as close to the edge of sanity as he can without allowing me to fly.
By the time he settles on his knees between my splayed thighs, I’m a sobbing, incoherent mess.
“Shh, little bug,” he murmurs as he pushes his cock between my soaked, too-sensitive lips. “It’s all right. Daddy’s right here, baby. Are you going to be a good girl and come all over Daddy’s cock?”
Unable to form words, I bob my head up and down as he fucks me with slow, deep strokes.
“Fuck, Josie,” he groans, thrusting so deep I swear I can feel him in my soul. “You’re so goddamn perfect. I’m going to takethe clamps off now and you’re going to come for me, baby. And then Daddy’s going to fill you all the way up with his cum.”
Oh, thank god, the clamps are coming off.
That’s the last coherent thought I have before I’m overcome with pain. Daddy yanks the clamps from my nipples and a million needles stab at me, ripping a scream from my throat as my body spasms around him. At the same time, the fire he’s been stoking inside me erupts, a volcano of pleasure turning my blood to lava in my veins.
I am overcome, overwhelmed, over…everything.
Somewhere in the distance there’s a roar, and then he goes still inside me, the warmth of his cum coating my insides before he collapses onto the bed, pulling me into his arms.
“My good girl.” He presses a kiss to my forehead as my eyes drift closed. “That was fucking perfect, baby.Youare perfect.”
Every inch of my body aches. I’m pretty sure I will burst into tears if someone even looks at my nipples sideways.
But none of that matters. The only thing that matters is that Daddy thinks I’m his good girl.
Even if I know it’s a huge fucking lie.
CHAPTER 24
JOSIE
It’s been two days since I sent Vanessa that email. And pretty much every waking moment that I haven’t spent working, I’ve spent in Daddy’s bed. Or on the couch. Or bent over the dining room table.
Pretty much any way he can have me, he does. Wringing every bit of pleasure from my tortured body until I feel like I might actually burst into flames if he touches me again. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he somehow knew about the email to Vanessa. But not only is that impossible, everything I know about him says he’d have me bent over the nearest piece of furniture for the sting of his belt rather than a screaming orgasm.
Whatever the reason, it’s something of a relief when Daddy packs me in his SUV to drive me into town for my planning session with Poppy. As much as I enjoy being forced to come so hard I see stars regularly, I’m also sore and exhausted and in desperate need of even an hour without my Daddy’s attention focused on me.
“Josie!” The second we walk through the door of the bookstore, Poppy lets out an excited squeal as she rushesforward to throw her arms around me. “I’msohappy you’re here, I can’t even tell you! Come on, I’ve got the back room all set up for us!”
Her enthusiasm is infectious, and I can’t help but grin in return. “Lead the way!”
The sound of someone clearing their throat halts us and we both turn toward the sound. My heart actually stops at the sight of Sheriff Donnelly leaning against the front counter, one brow raised.
Oh, god. Did Vanessa contact her? Is this a trap?
“Are you forgetting something, Persephone?”
Poppy’s brow furrows in confusion for a few seconds before her expression clears again. “Oh! Right, I need to lock the front door first if I’ll be in the back room.”
“Good girl,” the sheriff says, approval lighting her eyes. “I know you think I’m ridiculous, but I don’t like the idea of just anyone wandering in off the streets when you girls are here alone.”
“They won’t be alone,” Daddy says. “I’m sticking around to help.”
Sheriff Donnelly frowns. “You are?”
“Yes.”
The corners of her mouth continue to dip down even further. “Maybe I should stay, too.”
