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Eventually, I’m able to focus on Daddy, and he’s swallowing hard.His expression is serious.His chest is heaving.“My God, Natasha.You are the most beautiful Little girl on the planet.I’m so humbled.I’m going to give you the next few days because I insisted, but please tell me you’re mine on Sunday.I don’t think I could stand it if you don’t.”

I’m panting as I stare at him.He’s almost broken.Emotions are flying for both of us.I can’t open my mouth without crying.I want to be hisnow.I want him to yank away the covers and thrust into me.Three days seems like a lifetime.

He bends forward and kisses my forehead, lingering for a long time before he releases my thighs and stands.He stares down at me, not moving.I’m not moving either.My legs are still spread open.My fingers are still on my breast and my pussy.

“Will you do one more thing for me, Little one?”

“Anything, Daddy.”

“Bring those naughty fingers to your mouth and suck your sweet juices off them.”

I gasp.

He reaches up and strokes my cheek with one finger before dragging it gently over my lips.“Open for me, Little one.”

I part my lips.

He drops his hand on the other side of my head.“Suck your fingers, Natasha.Taste yourself.”

“Daddy…” Doing that seems so naughty…

He leans in closer, holding my gaze.“Bring those pretty fingers to your mouth, Little one.While I watch.”

My heart is racing as I pull my trembling hand from under the covers and touch my lips with my fingers.

“Mmm.Suck them, Natasha.”

This is so dirty.

I put them into my mouth and suck, letting my cheeks hollow.I bet it looks like I’m sucking his erection.I taste my salty musk.When I ease them out with a pop, he groans.

“Mine.”He suddenly lowers his lips to those same fingers and drags them into his mouth.

I watch, stunned, as he sucks my fingers clean, running his tongue all up and down the two digits.He never moves his gaze from mine.It’s the hottest thing ever.I’m drowning in his eyes.

When he releases them, he quickly stands and rushes toward the door.Before he leaves my room, he turns the lock on the inside, and then he flees, shutting it.Locking himself out.

I stare at the door.I don’t hear him moving away.I know he’s standing on the other side.I can picture him bent over, hands on his thighs, panting, needy.His cock must be painfully hard.

And I’m lying here, not quite satisfied, because I want that cock inside me.I can’t move.I don’t want to.I don’t close my knees.I eventually lower my eyelids as my breathing evens out, and I fall asleep, splayed open, my nightie pushed up above my breasts.

I dream of Daddy hovering over me, pushing into me.Claiming me.He orders me to take all of him.He tells me when to come.He holds me down and thrusts in and out so hard that I lose myself in him entirely.I’m not an individual anymore.I’m his Little girl.

I’m his.

He’smine.

We’re one entity.

Chapter17

Jameson

“Why did I tell her she had to wait a week?”

Camden chuckles.“Because you’re a good man who wants to make sure your Little girl makes risk-aware, consensual choices.How’d it go yesterday with their study date?”

“Are you asking me as a friend of mine because you’re wondering about my relationship with Natasha that you orchestrated?Or are you really asking me what I think about Simone?”

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