“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” His reply soothed her, then frustratingly, his fingers withdrew.
“Please!” The plea had left her lips without any conscious thought on Sophie’s part. “Please, don’t let it go away.”
“It won’t if you keep being my good girl.”
Jared swatted her arse again, one, two, three blows, and Sophie groaned as the reverberations pulsed at her greedy clitoris.
“You remember how to be my good girl, don’t you, Sophie? I know you do.”
She panted as his fingers returned to her breasts, finding the other helpless nipple and lengthening it between his digits. The sensations he was creating with his fingers and his palm furled the hot ball of desire at her core.
She wanted him.
Just like she’d always wanted him.
Sophie had missed her Daddy so much.
“Don’t you, Sophie?” His tone lowered as he was forced to repeat the question, and right on cue, her chest began to rise and fall even faster.
“Yes,” she breathed the word, pushing her chest toward the fingers, tweaking and pulling her tightening buds.
“Yes, what?”
There was his prompt again, followed by a succession of short, sharp swats, peppering the underside of her bottom—the place where her arse met her thighs.
“Yes, Daddy.” She was so close now. So close to the brink of pleasure, perilously aware, Jared held it—literally—in the palm of his hands. “Yes, I remember.”
His hand slipped back between her sex as she gave the appropriate response, his hand rocking against her throbbing clit in some sort of degrading and delicious reward.
“There’s my good girl.” He sounded much more like himself now. There was the sardonic edge with just a touch of the arrogance she recalled. “Daddy has missed her so much.”
She swallowed at the intensity of the statement—it hit home. She had missed him. More than she cared to admit to anyone else. More than she’d let on to Karen when she’d said an old flame had asked her on a date.
More than she should.
But it was too late for her concerns about the rights and the wrongs of this arrangement. Sophie had wrestled with those demons for long enough.
Jared was the only man who had ever made her feel alive, and while she wasn’t prepared to give up on everything else she had ever known in return for his attention, she didn’t want to lose him, either.
Not again.
Not ever.
All those years, she had searched for a compromise—a way to indulge her darkest desires without screwing up her marriage, to be a naughty little girl and still be a powerful, independent woman, and to yield and still show her children there was strength in her separation from their father.
Sophie had failed in so many ways. She’d clambered from one crisis to the next after Jared, clinging to the vain hope she didn’t need him, but she’d been wrong. As his fingers slipped back between her wet folds, easing into her in the slow, leisurely pace Jared enjoyed, the thought resonated.
She’d been wrong because she did need this.
She needed his dominance and his twisted, fucked-up mind to be in control. And so long as she had his trust and respect, Sophie knew she’d do anything for him.
She’d lower herself further than she’d done before.
She’d beg, she’d crawl, and she’d revel in every fucking moment.
“Oh!”
Her knees widened at the heady sensation, her hips bucking so hard, she nearly slid from his lap, but the strong arm at her chest halted her journey.
“Stay just as you are,” he leaned forward and murmured into the words into her ear. “Naked, save for your fabulous hosiery, legs apart, and submissive. Just how Daddy likes you.” Jared eased his fingers in and out of her, his pace seeming to increase as the passion within her burgeoned. “There’s my good girl.”
Sophie fought to catch her breath, grasping at the pink pile of the carpet at her fingertips
“So wet and pliant. So ready for Daddy.”
And she was. Sophie was so ready. So ready to explode.
To be his.
“All you have to do is come for me.” His words vibrated past her, goading and taunting Sophie, daring her to respond.
To play his game again.
“Come for me now, little girl.”
Sophie was powerless to resist as the wall of desire landed over her. She squeezed her eyes closed, her toes bunching inside the stockings as her hips rocked helplessly.
“Oh God, Daddy.” She was breathless. Frantic. “Oh God.”
He laughed gently, continuing to fill her as her pussy spasmed around his fingers until, after time had protracted, she was finally able to take another breath and lift her head.
“Better?”
His fingers slid from her, and the hand at her chest encouraged Sophie back to her knees beside him.
She blinked up at him, shameless and needier than she could ever recall.
“Thank you, Daddy. That was incredible.”
Jared smiled, hooking her chin with the hand not covered in her juices. “You’re incredible,” he reminded. “And now, do you recall what else you need to do for Daddy?”
Sophie’s gaze flitted toward his wet fingers, and she caught her lip between her teeth.
Oh God, he wanted her to clean those fingers—the same digits that had just fucked her into a frenzy of ecstasy.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He stretched out the hand in front of her. “Go on then.” His eyebrow rose in that same, hot, and infuriating way as always. “Beg Daddy for permission to clean your cum from his hand.”
She clenched at the way he put that. Jared had the ability to make even the most innocuous things sound debauched, and she was woozy at the sound of her fate on his lips.
“Please, Daddy.” She met his gaze, trying to ignore the burning embarrassment in her cheeks.
This is what Sophie had wanted.
To submit to him.
To be degraded by him.
There was no way she was turning back.
“Please, may I clean your fingers?”
Jared leaned closer in her direction.
“What’s on my fingers, little girl?”
She smiled at him, inspired by her humiliating plight.
“My cum, Daddy.”
“Did you make a mess all over Daddy’s hand?” he asked wryly.
“Yes, Daddy.” Her core ached at the realization. “Yes, I did.”
He nodded. “Good girl. You may clean them for me but do a good job. Daddy will be checking.”
Sophie licked her lips eagerly as she inched toward him, topless and on her knees. Her lips parted as she approached his hand, and her eyes flickered closed as she took the first digit in her mouth, swallowing down the taste of her own arousal. Demeaning herself for him like this was better than she’d imagined it would be, and as she devoured the cum from the second finger, she was glad she had taken the opportunity.
It would have been so easy to turn her back—walk away, never surrender again—but it wasn’t the life Sophie wanted.
She would take the chance on Jared.
The chance to be Daddy’s little girl.
The End.
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