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But she wasn’t going to let him take this from her, just like she would be damned if she let him take the music she loved so much.

Pulling back, she looked up at the man who had saved her, not just physically but in every way that mattered. “Don’t do that. Don’t hold back because of him. I am a slut. I’m my Daddy’s good little slut and nothing will ever change that.”

Still looking uncertain, he cupped her face in his hand, running the pad of his thumb over her cheek. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

“If it’s too much, you’ll safeword out. Two taps on my thigh. I mean it, Amanda.”

“Yes, Daddy. I promise.”

“All right.”

Shoving Ace out of her mind, she opened her mouth, welcoming her Daddy back in as he groaned. “That’s my good girl. Daddy’s good little slut.”

His voice caught on the word, so she bobbed her head, sucking in her cheeks to show her appreciation. Tears sprang to her eyes as he thrust all the way back, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her choke and gag around the thick length.

“Good girl. Breathe through your nose, baby. You know how to take it.”

She did, and she would. For him.

And when he finally swelled in her mouth, his hot cum pouring down her throat, she knew there was no place she would rather be than on her knees, swallowing every last salty drop of him.

“That was perfect, baby.” Ice cupped her face. “You may earn that orgasm yet. Come on. Let’s go home.”

CHAPTER 36

SILVER

The ride home was torture. Not just because he refused to turn the plug off, but because he took her panties from her the moment they got in the car.

“Legs apart, push that dress to the side. Let Daddy see how you play with your pretty little pussy. But don’t you dare fucking come or you’ll lose orgasm privileges for a week.”

Between the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through her entire body and her own fingers on her swollen clit, not coming was something of an Olympic feat. “Daddy, please. I need to come. Please.”

“Not yet. Not until you have Daddy’s cock in your ass.”

He did exactly the speed limit the entire way home, and she took a little pleasure in knowing it had to be as torturous for him as it was for her. Well, maybe not as torturous since he’d just gotten off back at the club.

The bastard.

She was wild, aching by the time he parked in the driveway and ordered her to wait for him to help her out. For a moment, she considered seeing if she could get herself off in the five seconds it took him to walk around to her side of the car. But even if she could, he would know, and then she would be in even more trouble than she already was.

Every step up to the house, to their bedroom was more delicious torture. By the time she stepped through their bedroom door, her thighs were slick with her arousal, and she nearly wept with relief when he pointed to the bed.

“Lie down, on your back. Daddy wants a taste of that sweet pussy.”

She practically threw herself onto the bed in her haste, earning her a chuckle from her devious Daddy. “So eager for more torment. Palms flat on the bed, and keep them there. And don’t forget, you aren’t allowed to come until I say.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he wrapped his arms around her thighs, yanking her closer so her ass hung off the edge, putting her pussy right at eye level.

“You smell so good, baby. Let’s see if you taste as good as I remember.”

Pleasure flooded her, and she was so close to the edge already she nearly went flying the second his tongue touched her clit. He took his time, slowly feasting on her, using tongue and teeth to drive her wild with need.

More than once, she nearly reached for him, but every time his words kept her bound in place at the last second. Her begging turned to incoherent pleas as she writhed beneath him, and just when it seemed like she couldn’t possibly take another second of torture, he rose to his feet.

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