Page 47 of Big Daddy Christmas
Daddy
Something wrong, baby?
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She could hear his laughter, and it only served to piss her off even more as the buzzing between her thighs increased.
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Frankie
You know damn well what’s wrong. I am about five seconds away from coming over there and riding you like a bull.
Daddy
Step one foot outside that suite, little girl, and you won’t be allowed to come for a week.
Frankie
That’s not faaaaaaaair.
Daddy
Who decides when you get to come, Francesca?
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The asshole turned the vibrator up yet again, and the pleasure that came with it was so overwhelming it literally made her knees buckle.
She really was going to kill him.
Closing her eyes, she focused on the waves of pleasure rolling through her. Imagined it was her Daddy touching her, his wicked fingers pressing against her clit as she slid a hand between her thighs and?—
She was teetering right on the edge of oblivion when the vibrations stopped. Choking back a scream of frustration, she picked up her phone and glared at the incoming message.
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Daddy
Answer me, Francesca.
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She considered it a win that her fingers only trembled a little as she typed out her response.
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Frankie
You decide when I get to come, Daddy.
Daddy
Good girl. Are you done with your hair?
Frankie
No, Sir.
