"I need you to understand something," he says, his voice rough. "If we do this right now, it's not going to be slow. It's not going to be careful. I need you too much for that."
"Good. I don't want slow."
"You have no idea what you're asking for."
"Then show me, Daddy. Remind me what it means to be yours."
Something in him snaps.
He strips off his shirt in one smooth motion. "Take off my shirt. Now."
I scramble to obey, pulling the t-shirt over my head.
His gaze rakes over me, hot and hungry.
"So fucking beautiful. And all mine."
"Yes, Daddy. All yours."
"Say it again."
"I'm yours. Completely."
He makes a sound low in his throat, then his mouth is on my breast, sucking hard enough to make me gasp.
"Daddy—"
"Shh. Let me take care of you." His hand slides down my stomach to the waistband of the pajama pants and removes them quickly, mindful of my tender bottom, leaving me in just my panties.
Then, he slides my panties down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Spread your legs for me, baby girl. Let Daddy see what's his."
I obey, and his sharp intake of breath tells me he likes what he sees.
"So pretty. So perfect." One finger traces through my folds, and I jolt. "And already so wet for me. Did the spanking turn you on, sweetheart?"
Heat floods my face. "Yes."
"Don't be embarrassed. That's normal. Natural. Your body knows that Daddy's discipline comes from love." He circles my clit slowly. "And now I'm going to reward you for being such a good girl."
He slides one finger inside me, and I moan.
"That's it. Let me hear you. No holding back."
He adds a second finger, stretching me, while his thumb works my clit in steady circles.
"Daddy, I'm—I'm going to?—"
"Not yet. You don't come until I tell you to. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl."
He works me expertly, bringing me right to the edge and then easing back. Over and over until I'm writhing beneath him, desperate for release.
"Please," I beg. "Please, Daddy, I need?—"
