Please Me, Daddy
“Beg me to please you.”
I froze.
He still didn't move. His finger stayed deep inside, and I could feel how wet I was, how my body clenched around him, begging without words.
He moved just enough to drag his finger almost all the way out, my body clenching around him like it didn’t want to let go.
“I won’t repeat myself,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Say it, and I’ll give you what you need. I want your exact words to be, please me, Daddy. And I’ll make you come on my desk.”