Page 60 of Daddy's Mercy

Spurred on by his praise she leaned forward, taking just the tip of his cock into her mouth. A hand came to rest on her head as he groaned. “That’s a good start, babygirl.”

She’d only ever given one other blow job in her life, but from what she remembered it wasn’t that hard. Loosening her jaw, she took more of him in, then jerked her head up when he hissed.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, baby, you didn’t hurt me.” His smile was a little pained, making it clear he wasn’t being entirely truthful. “Just, ah, a little less teeth, okay?”

“Oh. Um, okay. I’ll try.”

“Good girl.”

She tried to be more mindful the second time, and judging by the grunts and groans coming from above her, she was successful. It was awkward at first, and her jaw ached by the time she found a rhythm he seemed to approve of, but she couldn’t deny the thrill she felt, knowing she was pleasing him.

“Fuck, baby. You’re doing so well. Are you going to swallow all of me when I come down that pretty throat of yours?”

Unable to speak with her mouth stuffed full of cock, she did her best to hum her agreement.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” The hand in her hair tightened with every approving growl until he was holding her firmly in place, his hips thrusting upward so that it felt less like an act she was performing on him and more like having her face fucked.

And shelovedit. Even when her throat rebelled and she coughed and gagged around him, her saliva running down his length and her own cheeks, her clit pulsed with need. Some dark, primal part of her thrilled at being used in such a rough way, a way that had absolutely nothing to do with her own pleasure.

When he finally filled her mouth with the salty taste of his cum, she eagerly swallowed it down, then almost immediately regretted it when her stomach churned. But then he tugged on her hair, directing her gaze up to his face, and the glow of pride etched into his features made every bit of discomfort worth it.

“That was perfect, babygirl. Good job. Now, get up here so I can eat that delicious pussy.”

As she was rushing to obey, he grimaced and held up a finger in the universal signal that she should wait a minute as he dug his phone out of his pocket. “Bryant? Everything okay?”

Even though he wasn’t on speaker, she heard every word, and her blood turned to ice in her veins.

“No, it’s not fucking okay! He has her, Dean. He has Shannon, and I don’t fucking know where he took her!”

“What?” Shoving his cock back into his sweatpants, Dean jumped up from the couch and raced for the office, MaryAnn following close on his heels. Taking his seat at the desk, he put the phone on speaker and set it aside while he turned on his computer. “When did he grab her?”

“I don’t know.Apparently,she left over an hour ago. Olivia heard from her about twenty minutes ago, but then she went radio silent and her location turned off, which is why Olivia finally came clean.”

“I’m sorry, Bryant, I’m so, so sorry.” Olivia’s voice sounded distant, like she was standing far away from the phone, but the tears were evident even then. “It was just supposed to be a quick trip to the office. We thought—”

“You didn’t fucking think,” Bryant snapped, making a familiar panic tighten around MaryAnn’s chest. “You two just decided to do whatever you want, like always, and now she’s gone.”

“Bryant. Enough. Livvy, go upstairs to your room. I’ll fill you in as soon as I know something.”

“But, Daddy—”

“Go, Olivia Jane. Now.”

There was a loud huff before what sounded like Olivia stomping out of the room.

“Fuck.” Bryant’s voice was thick, and for the first time in all the months she’d known him, he sounded unsure of himself. “I’m sorry, James, I just… if anything happens to Shannon, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“You can apologize to Olivia after we get Shannon back home where she belongs. And after both of our little girls have had their bottoms blistered good and proper for this stunt.”

While James and Bryant had been talking, Dean had been… well, she wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing, but there was a lot of typing involved. And then, like magic, a map appeared on his screen with a bright red triangle around what appeared to be a section of Catonsville.

“I pulled the last location from Shannon’s phone. Assuming he didn’t stop halfway to their destination to turn her phone off or chuck it out a window, she’s somewhere around here.” Glancing over his shoulder, he beckoned MaryAnn closer. “Anything about this area look familiar, babygirl?”

“Oh. Ummm.” Taking a deep breath to fend off the panic at being put on the spot, she leaned forward to peer at the screen. “I don’t know. Not really?”

“I need you to think really hard, babygirl. Did Nate ever mention anything about this area? A childhood home, a school, anything?”

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