“Worth it?Honey, why wouldn’t you feel worthy?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s this deep in my bones sort of feeling. I’ve tried to replace it, retrain it, erase it, but it’s always there. That is until I’m around you. Then it’s like I’m the only girl in the world.”
“You are the only girl in the world, but we need you to believe that all the time. Not just when Daddy is around.” I brush my hand up and down her smooth leg as we talk.
“How do I do that?”
“You start by seeing yourself like I do. Every day, even when I’m not here to remind you.”
She nods slowly, her mouth dropping open as her thighs spread slightly. “Yes, Daddy.”
Oh fuck!
Stay composed. Tonight isn’t about fucking. It’s about taking care of her.
“Good girl.” I slide my hand back down her leg and exhale loudly.
“Daddy, are you okay?” Her voice is soft and sweet, like she wants me, like she needs my cock nearly as much as I need her tight, little slit.
“I’m fine, little girl. Why do you ask?”
She shrugs and grips her hand in mine, tracing the ink on the top of my hand. “Your body is tight, like you’re stressed. Did I say something wrong?”
“No, baby girl. You couldn’t say anything wrong. You’re doing everything just right. Daddy’s just wrestling with the monsters again.”
A wicked little grin curls up on her face as her thighs squeeze together again. “The monsters? What kind of monsters?”
Fuck.
I swallow hard and resituate, hoping my cock stops aching, but the throbbing only intensifies. “The monsters that tell me to claim you, little girl. They’re loud sometimes. Really, really loud.”
She glances down at the teacup in her hand, then takes a slow sip, her gaze lifting from the edge of the cup to meet mine. “You gave in to the monsters earlier and that turned out well. Why not give in to them again?”
“Because every time I give into them, I want more of you.”
“Why can’t you want me more, Daddy?”
God damn. That little whine she has in her voice makes me want to pound that little pussy hard. “If Daddy takes you one more time, he’s going to want to keep you. Are you going to let Daddy keep you?”
She smiles sweetly and sets the tray on the table before her. “Yes, Daddy. I want you to keep me.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The animal inside of me rages. I don’t know how to push him down.
I suck in a breath, trying to hold my free hand back and sway from her crease, but without permission, he’s traveling upward between her soft thighs until the heel of my palm is pressed against her soaked, little panties.
Jesus Christ.
Her tiny, soaked, cotton panties.
I have a fantasy in my head where I take her shopping for more. Where we spend the day looking at cute, little underwear for her to soak for me.
Her blue eyes close and her head leans back as she grinds against my hand. “I love it when you touch me, Daddy. You’re so big and strong, and it feels so good.”
“I want to be this sweet Daddy you need tonight, but you’re teasing me again, angel. You know what happens when you tease Daddy?”
She crawls up from the couch and straddles my lap, her thick thighs dropping down around my rock-hard cock like a hungry, little tease. “I like driving you crazy, Daddy. I like knowing you can’t control yourself around me.” She scrubs her hips slowly as she talks. “I like knowing I’m the only one that brings the monster out of you.”
“The monster doesn’t scare you?”
She shakes her head. “I like how wild he is. Let the monster play with me, Daddy. I want to play with him.”
Part of me knows I should fight this urge. I should think about the complications the future could bring. I should contemplate the reality that I’m actually living in. The one whereshe’s my student, I’m her professor, and Dean Andrews is onto me, but the urges are too strong, and I’m tired of fighting them.
This little girl is mine.
