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I suck his fingers clean, and he groans low in his throat. "Good girl."

He pulls his fingers free and moves back down my body, settling between my thighs. "Now I'm going to make you come with my mouth. And you're going to count for me. Understood?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"Yes, what?"

The word slips out before I can stop it. "Yes, Daddy."

He goes completely still. Then his hands tighten on my thighs. "Say that again."

"Daddy," I whisper, testing the word, feeling how it fits between us.

"Fuck, Ivy." His voice is strained, almost reverent. "Do you know what that does to me?"

"I—" I hesitate, suddenly uncertain. "Is it okay?"

He leans forward, his breath hot against my pussy. "It's more than okay. But I need to know you mean it. That you want this."

"I do," I breathe. "I want it. I want you, Daddy."

"Then that's what you'll call me tonight." His tongue drags slowly through my folds. "And Daddy's going to take very good care of you."

He works me with his mouth—licking, sucking, his tongue circling my clit with maddening precision. When I'm trembling and gasping, he pulls back.

"Color?"

"Green," I gasp. "So green."

"Good girl." He slides two fingers inside me, curling them to stroke that perfect spot. "Now count. Every time you come, you tell me the number. Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He lowers his mouth to my clit again, sucking hard while his fingers work inside me. The pleasure builds fast and sharp, and when I come, I cry out, "One!"

"That's my good girl." He doesn't stop. He keeps his mouth on me, his fingers stroking relentlessly, and before I've fully recovered from the first orgasm, the second one crashes through me.

"Two!" I sob.

"One more," he murmurs against me. "Give Daddy one more."

"I can't⁠—"

"Yes, you can." His voice is firm, commanding. "You can take it. You're doing so well for me."

He adds a third finger, stretching me, and the combination of fullness and the relentless pressure on my clit sends me over the edge again.

"Three!" I scream, my entire body convulsing.

He eases his fingers out slowly, pressing gentle kisses to my inner thighs. "Such a good girl. You did so well."

I'm still trembling when he moves up the bed. I hear the sound of his zipper, the rustle of a condom wrapper. Then his hands are on my hips.

"On your knees," he says. "Hands still bound behind your back."

I struggle into position, my bound wrists making it difficult to balance. He steadies me with one hand on my hip, the other sliding up my spine.

"That's it. Just like that." His hand fists in my hair, not pulling, just holding. "You look so fucking beautiful like this. Bound and waiting for me."