Page 67 of Butterfly

“No, butterfly,” I said, voice stern, delivering a small, stinging slap to her clit.

She shrieked, writhing on my lap. I held her tighter, so she had nowhere to go.

“Everything I do, I do foryou.Forus,” I continued. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, but no more lies, Mason.”

I delivered another slap to her clit. “Who?”

“Daddy,” she cried, like it was a relief to say again. “Please, Daddy.”

“What are you asking Daddy for?”

It was so quiet I had to strain to hear her.

“Please, Daddy…more.”

So I gave her what she wanted, alternating between rubbing her clit and spanking her ass. Her ankles were trapped by her shorts, and she had nowhere to go. I was beginning to learn that when Leslie felt trapped, it only turned her on more.

“My good little butterfly,” I told her, thrusting a finger inside her tight little pussy. My cock thickened, right against where her clit was. Pausing for a moment, I pulled my own shorts down, freeing my cock so it rubbed directly against her cunt, skin to skin. I almost shot off, then and there.

“Do you feel Daddy’s cock? He’s so big and hard for you,” I growled. “He feels you getting wet and ready to take him. Right where he belongs.”

I thrust two fingers inside her this time. She was still tight but her wetness eased the passage and her arousal loosened her inner muscles enough to ease my way. She was sopping wet, dripping all over my leg and cock. All for me.

It reminded me of what I had to do today. I gritted my teeth, tempted to call it off. It was going to kill me, but it was forher, and I’d do anything for her.

Well, this I’d only do once.

“Please, please, please,” she begged me, solidifying my decision. She needed me—to make her come, and to give her the things she couldn’t even articulate to herself. I felt her wriggle, like if she shifted enough my cock would pop right inside of her.

I was going to play with her first.

“Oh no you don’t,” I ordered. “You don’t come and you don’t get Daddy’s cock until you tell me what I want to hear.”

She hiccupped. I lifted her up so I could see her face. Tears of need, desire, and shame covered her face.

“I’m—sorry, Daddy.”

Finally.

I gentled my voice. “What are you sorry for, baby?”

“I don’t know,” she wailed. “But being away from you makes me feel terrible, even though I know it’s the right thing to do. I’m sorry for kicking you out. I’m sorry for wanting you so badly I can’t think straight. I hate this.”

Something in me snapped, and all the emotion I’d been withholding from her came pouring out.

“You need to stop running away from this, from us,” I said, throat tight. “Say sorry for pushing Daddy away, and letting fear of what other people will say get in the way of what we both need—each other. Stop letting what you think youshouldfeel get in the way of what you do feel.”

“I’m scared,” she admitted, wiping her eyes. “I’m scared you’re changing me, and that no one will accept us. I don’t know what to do with that feeling.” I rewarded her for her honesty by peppering her face with kisses, tracking where her tears had fallen. I wrapped my arms around her and rocked her.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re here now. I think you need a distraction. Get on your knees.”

I expected her to hesitate, but she looked at me, bright eyed, and kneeled in front of me.

I didn’t have to prompt her this time, she took my cock in her hand and lowered her mouth over me, sucking hard.

I gathered her hair in my hand, tugging. She moaned around me.

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