Page 147 of Merciless Daddy

My control was thinning. I could feel my own release moving closer, dragged from me by the heat of her body and the sight of her surrender.

“Daddy,” she whispered.

“Yes, little one?”

“Please may I come?”

I pressed my forehead to hers and pushed my cock deep into her.

“Yes.”

I gave her harder strokes—it didn’t take many.

Her orgasm tore through her at the same moment mine did.

She cried out against my mouth. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.

I came inside her with her name against my tongue. My body locked over hers, then shook.

For a few seconds, there was nothing but her breath and mine.

Then I released her.

Immediately.

I unfastened the cuff from the frame. Then the silk from both wrists.

Her hands came down slowly. I took them in mine and massaged each wrist, each palm, every finger.

“You did so well,” I said.

She looked exhausted. Soft. Satisfied.

“You too,” she murmured.

“I’m glad you approve.”

I kissed her.

Then I carried her to the bathroom, turned on the taps. Warm water. Not hot enough to make her dizzy. Lavender oil. A towel waiting within reach.

I lowered her into the tub.

She made a small sound as the water rose around her.

“Good?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I sat on the tile beside the tub and fed her slices of pear one at a time.

“This is ridiculous,” she said around the first bite.

“You need sugar.”

“I had an orgasm, not surgery.”

“You had two orgasms. Hydrate.”