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Immie’s eyes dart open, and I’m quick to reassure her. “Keep sucking, baby.” She nods, and I simply drape the sheet over her.

Amanda’s hand searches for me above the covers, and I grip it before she finds my chest.

“Go back to sleep, Amanda,” I snipe out while stroking my girl’s hair, indulging in the softness of her locks.

When my wife finally rolls away from me, I exhale heavily.

That was close, too close.

But my little nightmare is worth the risk.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

IMMIE

I woke in my bed, and though I wish I was in his arms, the fact I can still taste him on my tongue is a testament to how long he must have remained inside my mouth.

Jesus, I never want to wash his taste away; how messed up is that?

“Hmm.” I stretch out with a saccharine smile, much like a cat would do, remembering the way he touched me and the enamor I felt in having his cum shoot inside me—it was euphoric. Happiness dances in my stomach at the way he accepted my need to suckle on him like a pacifier. Jesus, that was hot.

My phone buzzes on my bedside table, so I glance at the clock—ten thirty. Jeez, I slept in, and if I didn’t know better, Amanda would have too. I unplug my phone and smile when I see the messages.

Daddy: Are you awake, Little Nightmare?

Daddy: I left your clothes out for you this morning.

Daddy: You suckled yourself into a deep sleep.

I bite my lip as I reply.

Me: I needed it.

Daddy: Pleased I could be of service to you. (winky emoji).

My smile grows.

Me: Are you working?

Daddy: Yes.

The little dots appear, then disappear just as quickly, while I wait for his reply.

Daddy: I won’t be home until late tonight.

My shoulders deflate and my stomach drops, and I struggle to think of what to type back.

Me: Okay.

Daddy: Don’t be sad.

Daddy: I’ll make it up to you. I promise.

My mind wanders as to what he’s doing. Is he going to one of their many strip clubs or the sex clubs?

Amanda once told me she went to one with Jensen. She took great delight in detailing its many rooms and what they got up to. I cried myself to sleep that night because it was one of many times he arranged to meet with her but not return home to visit me.

Then I replay the conversations over the past few days.