Page 107 of Wanting What's Wrong

I ease off the black shoe, then tug off the avocado sock and set them on the seat next to me. “Good girl.” He sounds pleased, and those two words light a candle inside me that feel like it will never go out.

His nostrils flare, hoarse choking sounds come from his throat as he pushes his toes against the crotch of my pants, making me gasp on a shudder.

“There’s a wet spot here. You’re teasing me, aren’t you? All wet and dressed like an innocent little songbird, but really, deep down, you’re a teasing little slut.” The words drip into me like hot velvet, seeping into my flesh and making it hard to breathe.

“I—” I swallow as his toes curl and push against my sex. “I didn’t think I was teasing. It’s just how I am.”

“Little girls always say that. Wide eyes and excuses don’t hide the truth. Do you think when you call me Daddy, I don’t know what you want? You want to drive me insane.”

“No.” I shake my head, but making sense of the conversation is more and more challenging as the pressure from his toes against my clit increases.

“You won’t say no to me anymore, babygirl. You can ask questions and tell me what you are feeling, but you won’t use the word ‘no’. Not anymore. We clear?”

I nod, more confused than ever. In my heart, though, I agree with whatever this is that’s happening.

Even being called a slut as long as I’m his slut.

“Good. Now, pull down your pants. Panties, too. Down to your ankles and spread your legs. I want to see that little cunt you’ve being keeping from me.” He lowers his foot, giving me space, shifting it to the seat cushion next to my knee.

A huge part of me feels like this must be a dream and maybe, if I pretend it is, that will make it easier. With shaking fingers, I do as he orders, peeling my pants down to my ankles, knees tight.

I shake my head, trying to prove to myself this is really happening.

“Open. Show me.”

Knots grow in my shoulders, and down my back, panic freezes me as I stall.

“When you don’t do as I say, it disappoints me, baby.” His foot smashes between my knees, pushing them apart further and further until the tendons in my inner thighs ache. “Good and wide, there, much better.”

I hiss toward the ceiling, my shirt open, legs spread as Cade’s toes dance on the tuft of hair on my mound.

“You know what this is, right?” He asks as his big toe makes contact with the sensitive spot at the top of my pussy.

I nod as he applies more pressure, then flicks and slides his toes lower. “Clit,” I manage, the wonder of this situation mingling with the shock and surprise of how incredible his toes feel between my legs has me already on the verge of something growing inside me.

“Play with it. I’ll keep exploring, but I want to see how you touch yourself in bed at night. Thinking of Daddy. Wanting to be a big girl.”

“Uh, God.” I shudder, willing my hand to obey as I whine through clenched teeth.

“Daddy, God, King, Master, Sir… these will all do from now on, baby. But Daddy is my preference. Keep that in mind. Now, get to it. Get those fingers moving; show me what I want to see: little girl playing with her little girl cunt. Get to it.”

The years of my preoccupation and obsession with Cade rise inside me in ridicule. I never knew exactly what I wanted. A kiss? Yes. A shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen? Definitely.

But this?

I needed this, and I had no idea.

His toes make wet sounds down low as I angle my fingers on top of the little sensitive spot and start to rub. This is magical, somehow. All the wrongs tangling up into something that feels so right.

“There you go. So good for me. A little more, show me how you do it when you get close to coming. What you do that never seems to get you there. Daddy wants to see.”

I wiggle onto the hard nub, back and forth, back and forth, then in half circles until my head is buzzing. The sloppy sounds where he is pushing his toe into my opening have darkness rolling over my eyes, and there’s a fog around everything.

I catch sight of Cade smiling. He never smiles, but there’s something about seeing him happy that fulfills a black hole inside me I never want empty again.

I roll my hips into his probing toe. “Like this.” I move my fingers. “I push and rub, but it aches and aches and I can’t make the ache go away. It just ends in frustration, every time, I hug my pillow and wish I had Daddy to help me learn.”

I’m not sure where that came from, but from the way, Cade sits up and his toe nearly takes my virginity, I think I said something right.

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