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“I run to you, Daddy.” The word slipped out. It wasn’t the first time she’d called him that. But tonight she felt more clear-headed.
It had come without thought. But it felt right.
“Yes, baby. I’m Daddy. I’m going to make you feel good.”
“I thought you were going to punish me,” she said breathlessly.
Then she winced. Why did she say that?
Anyone would think she wanted to be punished.
Although she was starting to think she’d like to get it out of the way so she’d stop thinking about it.
“Oh, you’re going to get punished as well. But I want you to have what you desire without feeling ashamed. Also, I fucking want you. I can still smell you on my fingers.”
That was so dirty.
Her legs went weak.
“Let go of your dress and put your hands on the glass. Up by your head.”
She leaned forward slightly to place her hands on the windows. That left her completely at his mercy.
And she loved it. A shiver ran through her body as he slowly unzipped her dress, causing it to pool at her waist. She couldn’t wear a bra with this dress. Not that she had much to support.
Faith expected him to immediately reach for her breasts, to play with her nipples. An irritated noise left her lips as he ran his hands down her side before splaying them on her tummy. His touch was warm, his hands wide.
Why did that turn her on so much?
He was barely even touching her.
It was the anticipation, she guessed, of wondering where he was going to go next.
“So fucking beautiful, you know that? Do you know why he spoke to you like that? It was because he was jealous. Because he wants what I have. What I possess.”
Those words were so hot.
So wrong.
Huge red flags. But it was like she was color blind. Because all she wanted was more.
“He wanted to touch you and hear those little noises of pleasure you make. He wanted to slide his fingers along your silky thighs. He wanted you to part your legs, to give him permission to take things further. To push his fingers into that warm, wet pussy and to have your scent on him. Branding him. All that pretty, sweet obedience and he desired it. But he couldn’t have it. Because it belongs to me. Doesn’t it, Faith? You belong to me.”
“Yes.”
That was it. Fate sealed.
It had been sealed a while ago, she guessed, when she’d agreed to let him take control.
But now . . . it just felt so right.
“I belong to you, Daddy.”
“That’s right, my baby. And I take very good care of the people who belong to me. What do you want right now?”
His right hand moved up to cup her breast.
Please. Please.
