Obey me, Dean (Short Story )
I imagined him sniffing my asshole and licking it just as he had done the night at the party.
My hips jerked, fucking my self harder onto the remote, the plastic ridges gotten that sweet, swollen spot inside me.
god, yes—
I bit my lip to stiffle a cry, but a whimper tore free anyway . The mirror showed everything— my flushed chest, my nipples stiff and aching, my thighs trembling as I fucked myself like he owned me.
The video still played,his voice a dark growl in my ear: “Daddy misses his naughty girl.”
The coil in my belly snapped.