Page 29 of Forever His Brat

“Say what, Daddy?” She could pretend she didn’t know what he meant. Maybe it would stir him up.

“Say you’re mine. Now.” There was very little play in his voice. His tone was serious and demanding.

But Charlie had been a good girl for too long. “Okay. You’re mine.” Her voice was deliberately teasing.

“I am, but that’s not what I meant, and you know it. Are you going to make me punish you?” There was a note in his voice that caught her attention. He sounded eager.

It had been a while since she’d heard that. “Yes, Daddy.”

He blinked and then laughed. “Oh Charlie, you’re going to regret that.” The smirk that slid into place was downright wicked.

It caused a tummy flip, and she licked her bottom lip in a nervous reflex. Without warning, he plunged two fingers deep inside of her, stroking up against her inner walls as he fucked her with them.

The suddenness of it drove a gasp from her and a fluttering response deep in her core. It was so intense that an orgasm almost swept her away from just seconds of play.

She rocked her hips and tried to take him deeper. What she wanted inside of her was thicker and longer than the two fingers he was using, but he had them angled perfectly to stroke across just the right spot.

He wrung a loud pleading cry from her. “Please, Sam! Please, please.” She could hear how frantic she was in her voice.

“Sam? Oh no, sweetheart. Tonight I’m just Daddy to you. You need to remember who you belong to.”

She worried he’d stop to punish her, deny her the climax she could feel twisting and tightening inside, but he didn’t. If anything, he became more intent on driving her to that orgasm. His fingers moved in and out of her at a pace that wasalmosttoo much.

He stopped abruptly, and before she could complain or plead, he shifted her body. The new position meant that when he spread her and began to thrust his fingers into her again, the heel of his hand slapped lightly against the top of her mound each time.

The rhythmic tapping sent delicious ripples down through her clit every time he thrust into her. It was a lot of sensation to deal with at once and her brain disengaged for a while.

She could hear herself as though from a distance, begging, pleading, demanding. It seemed to her that it was contradictory at times.Stop. Don’t stop. More. Too much.

It didn’t really matter because he wasn’t obeying her anyway. Daddy had an agenda, and she was pretty sure that was to drive her insane with pleasure in the shortest time possible. It was working.

The wet squelching sounds of her excitement were nearly as loud as her cries. If she’d been less detached, she might have laughed, or been embarrassed by the very tangible evidence of how wet she was. As it was … she just didn’t think about it.

When Sam added a third finger it pushed her over the edge. Waves of pleasure rolled over and over her, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow.

She tried pressing her legs together. “T-too sensitive, Daddy. Stop, urgh. I—”

He ignored her, stroking again, pressing up against that spot. There was a strong sensation, like she had to pee really badly and she started to say something but it didn’t last. Instead, it was replaced by a nearly overwhelming rush of pleasure and then—

There was a sense of something releasing, and a gush of fluid spilled out of her, but along with it came another orgasm. Her vision went black, and her ears popped from the intensity of it. The world disappeared for a time.

When she came back to herself Sam was lying alongside of her. His palm ran up and down the front of her leg with gentle strokes, and he was saying her name.

“Charlie? You there, girl?” There was a low hum of amusement, and she had the idea he’d been repeating the same words for a while.

She was floaty and a little dizzy, but in a good way. “Mhmmm. W-what happened?”

“Well, we had a first.”

“We did?” She turned her head to look at him through half-closed eyes. “What was that?”

He chuckled. “Have you ever squirted before?”

“Squirt? Like…” She made a vague gesture downwards.

“Yep. Like a fountain. Kind of wishing I’d put a towel down first.”

“I… I didn’t know I could do that. Only some women can, right?” She wasn’t an expert on it, but she thought she’d read something like that in a magazine once.

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