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Megan's face flushes deep pink. "Yes."

"Show me how."

Her eyes fly to mine. "What?"

"Show me how you touched yourself." My voice is firm, unyielding. "Put your hand between your legs and show Daddy exactly what you did."

Megan hesitates, then slowly slides her hand down her stomach. Her fingers find her clit, and she begins to rub in small, tentative circles.

"That's it," I murmur, my gaze locked on her hand. "Just like that. Don't stop."

I watch her pleasure herself, her breathing growing ragged, her hips rocking against her own touch. When her movements become more urgent, I catch her wrist.

"Stop."

Megan whimpers in protest.

"Daddy decides when you come," I say, my voice dark with authority. "Not you. Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," she gasps.

"Good girl." I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, groaning at the taste of her. "Fucking delicious."

I lower my head and drag my tongue slowly up the length of her pussy.

Megan cries out, her back arching off the bed.

"Stay still," I order. "Hands above your head. Don't move them unless I tell you to."

Megan obeys, her arms stretching above her, her fingers gripping the pillow. I reward her with another long, slow lick.

"Good girl. Now let me hear you. I want to know exactly how good Daddy's making you feel."

I work her with my mouth—licking, sucking, teasing—but every time her breathing turns desperate, every time her thighs start to tremble, I pull back.

"Please," Megan begs after the third time. "Please, Daddy, I need⁠—"

"What do you need, baby?"

"I need to come," she sobs. "Please let me come."

"Not yet." I slide two fingers inside her, groaning at how tight and wet she is. "You come when I say you can. Not before."

I curl my fingers, finding the spot that makes her entire body go rigid, and stroke it relentlessly while my tongue circles her clit. Megan is writhing now, her hips rocking against my mouth, her moans turning into desperate pleas.

"Daddy—please—I can't⁠—"

"Yes, you can," I growl against her. "You can take it. You're doing so well for me, baby. Just a little longer."

I keep her on the edge, my fingers and tongue working in perfect rhythm, until she is shaking and sobbing my temporary name.

"Now," I command. "Come for Daddy. Let me feel it."

Megan shatters.

She comes with a broken scream, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her entire body convulsing. I don't stop—I keep my mouth on her, my fingers stroking her through every pulse and tremor, drawing out her orgasm until she is gasping and trembling.

When the climax subsides, I ease my fingers out and press a kiss to her inner thigh. "Such a good girl. You did so well."