Page 139 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Really?”
“Yas, just a tiny baby.”
The look of mischievousness that crossed over Tyler’s face instantly had my kitty throbbing. I had no idea what he was going to do, but it was going to be very hot.
“The plans I have for you tonight are very grown-up, Teenie.”
“Plans?” I asked, turning to look up at him.
“Yes, ma’am. Climb on my lap.”
I hesitated.
“One. Two.”
After scrambling into his lap, he adjusted me so that my back was against his front and my legs were over each side of him.
He slid his hand up my leg and then up to my thigh. As soon as I realized where his target area was, I slapped my hands down over his.
“Hands flat on the table, Teenie.”
“No.”
“Are you using your safeword?”
“N-no.”
“Then put your hands on the table.”
“Uncle Tyler,” I whined.
“I can easily turn your six into seven.”
Damn it. I’d hoped he’d forgotten about that.
Daddy whistled under his breath. “I’d put my hands on the table if I was you, little one.”
I did as I was told, and Uncle Tyler’s hand slid through the side of my diaper and over my folds.
“She’s already wet for us, Elliot.”
“Oh, is she?” Daddy’s voice was gravely from his arousal and I’m pretty sure I wet Tyler’s hand a bit more.
He found my clit and rubbed it in fast, light circles. My tits were heavy and my nipples hard. Was he really going to make me come at the restaurant?
“Uncle Tyler,” I whined.
“Oh no, Teenie. You seemed to need proof I wasn’t a baby, so let me show you how much of a man I am.”
Me and my big mouth.
His fingers picked up speed, and I clutched the table. A soft moan escaped me.
“You better be quiet, baby, you don’t want anyone to know you’re being such a naughty girl, do you?” Daddy asked me.
“No, Dada,” I groaned, trying not to cry out.
Uncle Tyler was relentless and soon the pressure built until I couldn't take it. “Uncle Tyler?”
