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With a hand firmly grasping my chin, holding me in place as our gazes met, he said, “Do not move your eyes from right here, princess. Now let’s do something about that feeling you have.”

“Huh?” I murmured, confused.

“Grind against my knee, princess. Grind on Daddy, and see if it helps those tingles between your thighs feel better.”

Fuck, he is going to kill me in our very first scene.

The voice. The words. The heated look in his eyes… all of it combined with that special little pet name I had never been called before, turned the dial up and changed those tingles into a full on electrical buzz of arousal I could no longer ignore.

“I can’t,” I whined, covering my face with my hands in utter embarrassment. Embarrassment that only made the arousal between my legs stronger. I could feel my juices making a wet spot on his pants, which only embarrassed me further.

“You can, and you will, princess. Now grind for Daddy.”

His hands found my hips, helping me to move back and forth, grinding on his knee. Each movement brought blessed relief to my aching core and utter humiliation in the form of a vibrant blush to my face and chest.

“Faster,” he muttered, his own voice deep and dark with his own arousal. “That’s it, princess. Grind on Daddy and make that little clitty feelsogood. Just like that. Just like that, princess.”

I almost passed out right then and there when he used that word, but it only added fuel to the flame of my desire. My body moved faster, my hips circling as I found the right angle to put just the right pressure at just the right rhythm against my… that spot. My orgasm was out of reach and I almost wept with frustration.

His fingers lifted the bottom of my cropped top, baring my breasts to him as my eyes scrunched shut in embarrassment.

“Eyes!” He barked out with a sharp snap of his fingers. With a gasp, my eyes popped open, finding his dark gaze filled with heat and desire.

For me.

Heat and desirefor me.

The thought was heady enough to get me there, but his fingers plucking softly at my stiff nipples sent me careening all the way over the edge. My back arched, my orgasm finally vibrating forcefully throughout my entire body, making me see stars.

“Daddy!” I cried out, collapsing against his shoulder as I struggled to find my breath.

“Good girl. That’s my good little girl. You did such a good job!” he praised, wrapping his strong arm around me, the trembles not affecting him in the slightest. “Now, time to start the second half of our punishment, princess.”

I shivered with anxious anticipation.

But a good little obeyed her Daddy.

Chapter Ten

Shiftingme onto my back against the bed’s fluffy pillows, Daddy moved, grabbing something from the bedside table.

“It seems to me, princess, that you struggle with staying still when Daddy tells you to. So for this little activity, you are going to have two rules. Number one is easy. Just don’t give into those tingles until Daddy gives you permission,” he explained, moving my legs until I was spread wide. The urge to cover my face in embarrassment was almost too much to handle, being so open and vulnerable to Daddy’s heated gaze.

“And the second rule, Daddy?” I asked with a trembling voice.

“The second rule is very,veryimportant, princess. Youmuststay still unless Daddy instructs you to move. No matter what. Think you can do that for Daddy?” His nearly sinister smirk would have melted my panties — if I were still wearing them.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, resolving myself to obedience. I would show him what a good girl I could be.

“Close your eyes and relax into the bed, princess,” Daddy shushed me gently. I closed my eyes and obeyed.

The sound of buzzing filled the room and my eyes popped open as I realized exactly what was about to happen.

Smack!

A sharp slap landed on my tender inner thigh, making me yelp.

“Eyes closed, princess,” he reminded me sharply, and I knew it would be the last reminder I received before that reminder became the promise of further punishment. Closing my eyes shut tight, I waited for the buzzing to press against me.