CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN

SPENCER POV

She’s thinking about it, the Daddy play. I can see it all over her face. I can feel it in her wispy little breaths, her eyes staring at me as I make fast work of the drive home.

She’s thinking about it and she likes it.

I imagine her horny little clit. Imagine her damp white knickers. Imagine the way she’s clenching her thighs under the lunchbox in her lap.

      “I’m going to shave you,” I tell her.

“Okay,” she says without hesitation, as though I’ve told her we’re having chicken for dinner.

 But I want more than that. My cock is craving a reaction, my cock is craving her. Craving the guilty devilment in her eyes when she knows she’s my horny little girl.

 “I’m going to shave your pretty little cunt, Violet, and then I’m going to suck on that smooth little mound until you come for your daddy like a good girl.”

Her mouth drops open, her cheeks bloom red, and it makes me so fucking hard.

 “That’s what you want, isn’t it? Tell Daddy that’s what you want.”

      Her voice is so delicate. “Yes… yes, please…”

      “I need more than that, Yes daddy…Yes please, Daddy. I want you to shave me and lick me, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.”

 She shifts in her seat and clears her throat, and her sweet excitement is too much for me. I take her lunchbox and throw it onto the backseat, and my fingers slip between her legs, rubbing at her through the denim of her jeans.

“Yes please, Daddy,” she whispers, so softly, and her legs part, her hips rolling up for more.

      “You like that, Violet? You like being my little girl?”

      She nods, her lip pinched between her teeth. It takes all of my restraint to pull my hand away and turn my attention back to the road.

      “I saw it… on the TV…” Her voice is hushed, confessional. “I saw it… this woman… in pigtails… and this guy… being her daddy…”

      “Did it make you wet?”

 She nods again. “I went to bed and touched myself, and it felt… icky… but nice…”

      “Dirty,” I tell her. “The word is dirty.”

      “Dirty…” she repeats. “It felt dirty… but nice… I couldn’t stop.”

      “You don’t have to stop. We can play that game forever, Violet. You can be my dirty little girl forever.”

 “Forever…” Dainty fingers reach out and stroke my hand on the gearstick.

“Daddy’s going to make you his, Violet. Daddy’s going to fuck you, and love you, and punish you when you’re bad. Daddy will take care of you, sweetheart. I’ll make it feel so nice when you’re good, and make it hurt so bad when you’re not. That’s what you need, Violet. Love and discipline. That’s what all little girls need from their daddy.”

      “Yes, Daddy…” Her breaths are like gasps. “Please… that’s what I want… that’s what I always wanted… I want this… I want it so bad…”

My cock is straining and my heartbeat is thumping in my temples. Everything is twitching, pounding, on the verge of exploding, all because of this divine little creature I picked up in the rain.

      I should stop.

We should stop. Stop this perverted little game we’re playing.

      But stopping is the last thing I want.

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VIOLET POV

He doesn’t do any of the usual stuff, like head through to the kitchen. He doesn’t head upstairs and take his jacket off and hang it up, or take my lunchbox and put it in the dishwasher. He doesn’t make himself a coffee or get me a juice, or ask me about my day.

When Daddy Spencer closes the front door today, he takes my hair in his hand and pulls tight until I gasp, and then he kisses me, and his tongue is so rough and so fast, his thigh between mine as he pins me to the wall in the hallway.

 I wonder if this is it. If he’ll really take me now.

If he’ll take me here, with my jeans around my ankles and his tongue in my mouth. I want that. I want it any way he wants to give it to me.

His fingers tug at my cami top and squeeze my tits through my bra, and he’s so hard against my belly, so hard and so big.

 Suddenly Maggie Connor’s silly techniques don’t seem so silly.

 I want to try them. Every single one of them.

  I open my mouth wide for Daddy, let him push his tongue so deep, squirming against his leg as his fingers tug and pinch at my nipples. I like it. I like it so much when he’s rough like this.

 I wonder what it would feel like to be a bad girl and have him punish me, and I like that, too.

      I groan as he pulls away, and his breath is hot in my face. Hot and fast.

“Upstairs,” he orders. “Take your clothes off in the kitchen and wait for me at the table.”

 I nod and my tummy lurches as I leave him. He watches me all the way upstairs as the butterflies flutter. My heart thumps as I take off my cardigan on the way, and my cami, too. I fold them and place them on the chair, then unclip my bra with shaky fingers. I slip down my jeans and step out of them, my knickers, too, and put them on the pile until I’m only in my socks.

      I’m tugging them off when he comes into view, and he stares at me. Swallows as I pull them free and put them on the chair with my knickers.

      He’s carrying a towel, and a bowl.

      And a razor.

      He’s carrying a razor.

I feel so exposed as he comes near. His suit is so fine and his hair is so slick, and mine’s a wispy mess. I brush it from my face as he watches. His eyes glint as he pats the table, and I hitch up and onto it, the wood so hard against my ass.

“Lie back, legs up,” he tells me, and I do as he says, grabbing hold of my knees and holding them tight to my chest like I did last night.

 He rolls me backwards, and slips a towel under my ass, and it feels so icky… dirty…like I’m a baby on a changing mat, and he’s about to wipe my dirty bottom…

      I wonder if he can see my… see it…

      I wonder if he wants to…

      He runs his fingers down my thighs, all the way to my pussy, and further. And I know then that he can. He can see everything.

      He pulls my ass cheeks apart and it makes me screw my eyes closed, knowing he’s looking at me there… knowing he can see the most private parts of me…

      “Relax,” he says. “No secrets from Daddy, remember? I want to see everything, know everything. Every beautiful dirty little part of you.”

      I feel heady. Nervous. My throat is dry and my feet are twitchy as he runs his thumb across my asshole. My actual asshole. And it tickles, but it’s a nice tickle.

      I don’t know if it should feel this good, but it does… It feels really good.

      “Dirty little girls like Daddy’s cock in their ass, Violet.”

      He says it so bluntly, his voice so deep and strong. It makes my toes tingle, to think of him… in there…

      “Good little girls are lucky because they get it nice and gentle.”

  The question rolls off my tongue. “And bad little girls..?”

      I can hear the smile in his voice. “Be good and you won’t have to find out.”

      His thumb, back and forth, pressing into my ass, and I like it. I like being a dirty girl.

      I open my eyes, and his are fixed between my legs, right where he’s touching. He looks so different like this, so dark and sexy and fierce, so different from the Daddy Spencer that makes my lunchbox and strokes my hair at night.

      “Wait right here,” he says, like that’s necessary.

      He picks up the bowl and heads out of view, and I bounce my knees against my chest while I wait. I hear water running, and footsteps, my neck craning for sight of him. Steam rises from the bowl when he comes back into view, and there are those tingles in my toes again, those wings beating in my belly.

      I peer down between my thighs as he lathers soap into his hands. They feel so warm as they touch against my pussy, so gentle as he rubs suds all over me. He meets my eyes as he takes the razor.

      “Relax, sweetheart. I’ll be careful.”

      I nod. “I know you will, Daddy.”