Page 139 of Merciless Daddy

I stopped.

“Little one.”

She held me there.

“Remain still.”

“No.”

The word had no fear in it. Only defiance.

I caught both her hips and pressed them firmly into the mattress. Not hard enough to hurt. Enough that she understood she could not move me.

Her breath hitched.

“Do you remember what you agreed?” I asked.

“To tell you the truth.”

“And?”

“To follow instructions.”

Her body eased beneath my hands.

“Good girls wait for what Daddy chooses to give them.”

The sentence went through her.

Her lips parted. Her thighs trembled.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I kissed her once, deeply enough to make her gasp. Then I moved down her body. Her legs opened before I asked. I stroked my thumb over her inner thigh, then finally put my mouth where she wanted it.

Her cry broke into the room.

I held her hips down with one hand and licked her slowly. Not rushing. Not taking. Learning.

She was already wet. My tongue moved through her, finding the swollen place that made her pull against the restraints. I gave her a measured rhythm, then slipped one finger into her.

Her body tightened around it.

“More,” she whispered.

“Still.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

A second finger joined the first. I curled them carefully. Her breath came fast. Her bound hands clenched above her head, silk scarf crushed in her right palm.

I brought her close.

I felt it in the change of her muscles. In the quick, helpless rise of her hips against my hand. In the way her voice lost all sharp edges.

“Daddy, I’m close.”

I withdrew my fingers.