Daddy's Demands
The knife went even lower, rubbing my clit with the burn of seduction on its descent.
“Yes, Daddy!” I said louder as I tensed. It felt good—but was so fucking wrong.
“Say it again and look me in the eyes like a good girl.”
I opened my blurry tear-filled eyes wide and stared at him. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Very good,” Knox praised. “You just earned yourself a credit.” He began rubbing the knife up and down in a slow and sensual manner. He inhaled again, brought his lips to my ear, and whispered, “I smell you, dirty girl. I can smell those naughty juices of yours. I have a feeling we are going to have great fun paying your dues.”