Page 143 of Merciless Daddy

“Brave?”

“Of course, my special one. You told me before it became too much.”

“I did.”

“That is good judgment. That is trust.”

Her eyes filled, but the tears did not fall. They only brightened her pale gaze.

“You’re not disappointed?”

“Disappointed?” I leaned closer. “Little one, I am proud of you.”

That broke something soft open across her face.

I kissed her forehead.

“You do not endure discomfort for my approval,” I said. “You do not have to prove you can take whatever I give you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Do you want to continue?”

She looked at me for a long moment.

Then she nodded.

“I do,” she said.

I refastened the cuffs to the frame. One at a time. With her watching every movement.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes.”

I settled between her thighs. This time she watched my face as I touched her. No blindfold. No hiding.

My mouth moved over her slowly. My fingers entered her with a gentle, patient rhythm. Her eyes stayed on mine even when her breathing began to break.

I did not look away.

“Daddy,” she whispered.

“Yes?”

“Please may I come?”

I held her gaze.

“You may.”

My mouth and hand remained steady.

Her orgasm moved through her in hard waves. Her body arched. Her fingers curled. Her eyes never left mine.

She cried my name once.

Then Daddy, again and again, as if the word itself carried her through.