The Boss Made Me Moan (9)His voice was rough against my ear. “Your pússy is very, very wet right now, Mia. That’s how I want it to stay all day. I’ll be checking in, during meetings and outside of them, and every time, I expect your pússy to be soaked for Daddy. Do you understand?”I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry. “But… Daddy, how am I supposed to focus on meetings and keep my pússy wet?” I looked up at him, genuinely confused. “I can’t.”His gaze darkened. “Do you want more punishment? Worse than last time?”My legs instinctively pressed together, a flush creeping up my neck. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Please… no more punishment.”“Then keep your pretty little pússy soaking wet for Daddy. I don’t care how hard it is. Understood?”I hesitated, heat crawling over my skin. I could already feel how slick I was between my thighs, my arousal dripping down in slow, humiliating trails. My voice was breathy. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”I didn’t understand. Not even a little. I
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