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He chuckled. “That’s my girl. I can make it good for you. When you’re very obedient, it makes Daddy want to give you every kind of pleasure.”
She moaned.
He swept one finger of his other hand down over her glossy slit, stopping at the swollen nub of her clit.
She gave another cry, lifting her hips in the air, arching and spreading her thighs wide for him.
He nearly groaned himself. “My baby girl wants her pussy touched, doesn’t she?” He circled her sensitive nub and pumped faster with the finger in her anus.
She made a choking sound.
“What was that, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
He smiled at her use of the word Daddy. Sliding one finger into her pussy, he withdrew it and circled her clit, then repeated the motion.
She panted, her inner thighs trembling.
He added a second finger into her dripping pussy, stroking her front wall.
She jerked and he knew he’d hit her sweet spot. She began to wriggle and moan with a desperate pitch.
He added a second finger to her anus and alternated strokes, plunging deep inside her pussy, then her rectum, as she began to cry out.
“Oh, please, oh, please, oh, Daddy, oh, golly, oh, Daddy....eeeeee.” She shattered, her body convulsing under his hands, her hips bucking, her thighs jerking.
“That’s it, baby doll. That’s my little girl,” he crooned. When she went still, he plunged a few more times, drawing out another mini-release, her inner walls squeezing and milking his fingers. Easing his fingers out, he slid her off his lap and went to the bathroom to wash up.
He returned to find LuAnn up, scampering about to replace her clothing.
“Did I say you could get dressed?”
She froze.
“No clothing. I want you to brush your teeth and get back in that bed. It’s early bedtime for you tonight.”
She scowled. “What?”
He gave her a warning look. “If you don’t want another spanking, you will do as you’re told, young lady.”
Confusion clouded her face, but she dropped her clothes, slipping past him to the bathroom. He waited for her to return and tucked her into bed with the two teddy bears she clung to like a six-year-old. “Sweet little mouse,” he murmured as he kissed her forehead. “I love having you here.”
She looked up at him, her big green eyes full of questions, but he clicked off the lamp and left before she could ask them. He didn’t have answers to all her questions, because they were the same ones he was asking himself.
5
LuAnn checked the mirror in the morning, slightly disappointed to find only a faint few lines left from her spanking the night before. She wanted to remember everything about it. She primped in the bathroom for an extra-long time, partly because she wanted to look beautiful for Brad, but partly because she felt a bit shy about seeing him after what had happened. She heard him moving around in the kitchen and knew he’d already be ready for work in his crisp button-down shirt and tie, his hair slicked back and styled.
“Mouse,” he called. “Breakfast is ready.”
That made her rush out. She wanted to be the one to make their meals. “Oh, wow,” she said when her eyes fell on the stack of pancakes on the table. “Thank you.”
He pulled out a chair for her, like a gentleman, and something in her chest fluttered. She could get used to being the object of Brad’s attention. In fact, she already dreaded the end of the semester and all the unknowns it brought.
She slid into her chair and placed a napkin on her lap, digging into the fluffy pancakes. “These are delicious.” She licked a spot of syrup from her lip.
Brad’s eyes were on her mouth, his lids heavy.
