Page 17 of Rough Daddy
“Shouldn’t I… You know, turn it on first? Or take my panties off?”
“No. What didn’t you understand aboutdo as you’re told?”
Her lips fall open, eyes wide and obedient as she lines it up. I swear that damp patch is growing as she licks her lips, making them shine under the kitchen lights. The blue gadget rests against her wet spot, and she starts to drag it back and forth.
“Now, press your finger to the button on the end, hold it down for ten seconds.” I take a few deep breaths to calm myself as her finger moves and presses onto the power button.
At first nothing happens, then she gasps, her tiny body jerks, and her eyes squeeze shut.
“Tell me.” I clench my teeth. “Tell me what just happened.”
Her voice is breathy. “My… it’s vibrating. It touched me just there. It felt like… a shock or an electric jolt.”
“It touched your clit, baby girl.” I lick my lips, feeling like a lecherous old man for ordering this young girl to perform for me. But I don’t feel bad enough to stop it. “Do it again. Press it harder, right there where you have it, right where all those nerve endings are begging for more.”
“Oh, God...” She bucks, knees flying outward. Her chest rises and falls. Christ, she’s eating it up. Every hitched breath tightens my cock until I see white at the edges of my vision. Rules be damned, I step closer, ready to claw my fingers into her hip… then rip back before I lose control.
“Stop,” I bark when she starts to move it in a circle. “Rule three.” The command claws at my raw insides as I step forward and grab the device from her hand. “You finish only when I say.” I watch her gulp air. “And rule four. Whatever happens in this kitchen stays between us. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
Sir.Every time she says it, my resolve weakens. She has no idea what that word does to me. Whatshedoes to me.
“Sir is nice there, baby, but it’s Daddy who teaches his little girl all the important things in life. So when I’m teaching you to use a fucking sex toy, you’ll call me fucking Daddy, got it?”
Her lips move without a sound, but her eyes tell me she heard.
Then she mouths, ‘Daddy,’and I damn near pass the fuck out.
"Good girl." I hold up the vibe, running my fingers over the damp tip, the quiet vibration filling the space between us. "Now get those fucking panties off."
Her breath catches, but she slides them down her legs without argument. The white cotton sticks to the insides of her thighs, but she drags them down over her knees and to her feet. Before she can let them fall to the floor, I step forward and snatch them from her toes, bringing them to my face for a long, desperate inhale before shoving them into my pocket.
“These are mine now.”
When she spreads her legs again without asking, I nearly lose my goddamn mind.
She’s pink and perfect and already glistening. There’s a hint of light curls, reminding me of the caramel-colored waves that used to define her image.
She’s got lust in her eyes and my razor-thin control nearly snaps.
"So fucking wet," I observe, handing her back the toy. "Tell me why."
Her shaking fingers take it from me and I pull back before we can touch.
"Because..." She bites her lip, cheeks flushing. "Because the way you look at me makes me want to do things."
She needs me.The thought pounds in my head. She needs my protection. She’s seen how harsh the world can be. How it can turn on you. She needs a warrior between her and everything else out there.
She’s staring and I realize I must look like a crazy man standing here, silent, as she holds a vibrating sex toy, waiting for instructions.
"You’re going to come for me. But I'm not going to touch you."
The disappointment that flashes across her face makes me want to roar. She wants my hands on her. My mouth. My cock buried so deep inside she won’t walk right for a week.
But I know what happens when I touch soft things. They break.
"Why?" she whispers.
