Page 34 of Trained By Her Daddy

“No, it’s not urgent. We can talk about it tomorrow when you get home.”

“Are you sure?”

I drew in a deep breath. The only thing I was sure of was my ass was going to be in huge trouble once I let the cat out of the bag. So, what in the hell was my hurry? “Yes, sir. I’m sure.”

“All right then. Tweak and rub those sensitive nipples of yours until they’re good and stiff.”

My head rested upon the fluffy feather pillow and with two fingers, I worked my nipples until they were sensitive and erect. “May I ask what you’re doing, sir?”

“That’s not something you need to worry about, Missy. Now then, move your fingertips down to your pussy and stroke yourself until you’re soaking wet.”

All thoughts of my accident had been put on the back burner as I raced to see if my pussy lips were warm and moist. Yes, indeed—I was soaked and in the mood for a good finger fuck session. I hadn’t pleasured myself in a while, and the possibility of a happy ending had my pussy lips thrumming with delight.

“Are you circling and strumming your clit right now? Because I want it hard as a pebble when you slide your fingers inside your hot sex.”

Oh God, it felt so good, and all I wanted was to plateau quickly. But I knew my orgasm needed to be under his direction, not mine.

“Now rub your nipple as your satisfaction builds.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I was already breathing heavily, and my pleasure was climbing steadily.

“The time has come to put two fingers inside your pussy lips. And then I want you to slide them deep inside your tight cunny. Immediately.”

Slipping fingers into my narrow walls, a groan escaped my lips as I fantasized that he’d turned me over his knees and his stern hand was spanking my ass. Swaying my hips back and forth, my thrill rose higher and higher like a large wave cresting on the Atlantic Ocean. The joy ride was mind bending and I didn’t want it to end.

I heard a low growl rumble in his chest, but not another sound was heard until I exhaled in heavy, short pants. “I want you to imagine that the fingers in your hot pussy is really my hard cock.”

My aching sweet spot was ready to explode, my thighs involuntarily shuddered and I sucked in a quivering breath before uttering the words he wanted to hear. There was no doubt in my mind he wanted me to ask permission to orgasm, and I was more than happy to submit to him respectfully. “I need to come. Can I come now, sir?”

“Let it go, baby doll. Come for Daddy.”

I clamped my legs together, and in seconds my clit began to thunder violently. For a brief moment, an almost painful sensation had washed away all the troubles of the day as my nerve-filled button thumped to a steady beat while my pussy lips vibrated with satisfaction. Yes, I’d had a few memorable masturbation moments over the years, but never quite like that. It was my first time masturbating to someone else’s command.

And it was heaven on earth.

Wiping wet fingers onto my thigh, I waited for him to speak—wondering if he’d come at the same time I did. I was dying to know—but knew better than to ask. After all, he was in charge. When he finally spoke, his tone was solid and stern.

“Was I giving your bottom a good spankin’ while you were fucking your pussy?”

Jesus. How in the hell did he know?

“Tell me the truth, Lori Hope.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

“How did it feel to have my hand burn up your naughty backside? Aren’t you embarrassed that you needed to imagine your Daddy’s discipline tonight?”

Oh God—if he only knew. Wait a minute. Did he know? Fuck. How could he know?

“The officer who took the report of your accident today called me tonight. As you know, my name was on all the paperwork. Officer Green and I are good friends.”

My heart officially skipped two beats. Fuck me. The cop didn’t say anything about knowing John—let alone being his friend. “I’m so sorry. It was an accident.”

“Yes, I’m sure it was—and of course, the most important thing is you’re okay. At least he said no one was injured in the accident. Was your neck hurt from the impact?”

“No. The other driver and I are totally fine. Only our cars took a major thrashing.” I shut my eyes right after the damn words popped out of my mouth—but there was no way to suck them down my parched throat.

“When the officer asked what happened, you said you’d been adjusting the volume on the car stereo. Is that true?”

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