Page 140 of Merciless Daddy

My mouth left her.

She cried out, stunned and frustrated.

“No.”

I kissed her thigh.

“You held still beautifully.”

Her breathing shook.

“I was good?”

“You were very good.”

The praise softened her.

I remained between her thighs, watching her struggle to settle. Her chest rose and fell quickly. Her lips were wet from biting them. Her body glistened beneath the lamp.

I wanted to give her everything.

Instead, I gave her time to breathe.

Then I began again.

My fingertips moved over her thighs. My mouth returned to her breasts. I took one dark nipple between my lips and drew it in slowly until her back arched.

“Daddy.”

“Yes, little one?”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

She let out a sound of frustration.

I released her breast and stroked my thumb over the damp corner of her mouth.

“Words.”

“Touch me.”

“Where?”

Her face flushed beneath the blindfold.

“Down there.”

“That is not an answer.”

Her wrists pulled lightly against the cuffs. The bedframe did not move.

“Please touch my pussy, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

I did.