Page 141 of Merciless Daddy

My fingers moved through her wetness. One, then two. My thumb circled her clit in slow, steady patterns while I kissed her throat.

Her breath turned ragged.

I brought her close.

Then I stopped.

The second denial hit harder. Her body bucked once before she remembered the instruction. She froze, trembling beneath my hands.

“Daddy, please may I come?”

“No.”

Her breath broke.

“Not yet.”

She made a soft wounded sound. I kissed her temple.

“You’re safe. I’m not leaving you here.”

I resumed. Slower. Long enough that she stopped thinking in words. Her body told me what she could not. Her thighs tightened. Her fingers flexed. Her head moved restlessly against the pillow.

Again, she climbed. Again, I held her at the edge.

“Daddy,” she gasped. “I’m going to come.”

“You may not.”

Her legs trembled violently.

“Please.”

“Breathe.”

“I am breathing.”

“Not enough.”

She dragged in a breath and released it too fast.

“Again.”

She obeyed.

The blindfold had made every sensation bigger. I saw it now. The way her mouth tightened. The way her hands had begun to pull harder against the silk.

I withdrew my hand.

“Daddy?” Panic threaded through the word.

I held still.

“Tell me where you are.”

She swallowed.

“On the bed.”