Dirty Daddies Underground
“I’m Daddy’s filthy little whore.”
“That’s better,” he says, standing slowly.
He runs a hand over the curve of my ass, brushing lightly over the places he marked earlier. The contrast is maddening. I ache for both the sting and the softness, but he gives me neither.
“You thought I’d be too soft to follow through. You thought I’d let you mouth off and embarrass me without consequences. But now look at you. Dripping, broken and completely fucking ruined.”
I nod against the table, eyes squeezed shut, every part of me trembling.