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"Please, Daddy."
"You were milked less than an hour ago."
"I know."
"And yet?"
"Corner time."
He understood at once. Then his fingers closed more firmly in my hair. "Desperate little thing."
My face heated. "Yes."
"At least you're honest."
I laughed. He set the tablet aside and moved to the padded bench beneath the window. I followed so closely I nearly stepped on his heel. O'li sat with one leg stretched along the bench and looked at me.
"You may have another orgasm."
My entire body lit up.
"But," he continued, "you are going to earn it without my hand."
I stared. He patted his thigh. Oh. "Just your leg?"
"Just my leg. No hands." His mouth shifted slightly. "Unless that is too difficult for my needy puppy."
It was absolutely designed to make me prove him wrong. "I can do it."
"Then come here."
I climbed onto the bench. He lifted me into place, settling me astride his thigh with my knees on either side. The fabric of his pants pressed exactly where I needed it, and I sucked in a breath. His hands rested on my hips.
"Show me."
I started moving. At first it was awkward, small rocking motions that made me painfully aware of what I was doing. Then O'li tightened his grip and guided me into a slower, firmer rhythm. Friction dragged through the thin fabric of my clothes.
My breath caught.
"There," he murmured. "That's better."
I leaned forward, hands braced uselessly on his shoulders because touching myself was forbidden. O'li watched my face with concentration.
"You really do get needy after discipline."
"Daddy..."
"Is that a complaint, puppy?"
"No, Daddy!" I exclaimed, scared he’d not believe me.
"Good." One of his hands slid beneath my shirt and flattened against my ribs. His thumb found my nipple and rolled over it just hard enough to make my hips jerk.
"Sensitive everywhere," he observed. I made a helpless sound and moved faster. "Slow down."
I tried. I failed almost immediately. O'li caught my hips and forced me back into the pace he wanted.
"You asked for this. Let Daddy decide how you get it."
