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Returning to his desk instead of giving in and taking her right there on the couch when she was looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes was the hardest fucking thing he’d ever done. But he intended to start as he meant to go on, and right now that meant sticking to his guns and not letting her pretty pout sway him.

So he forced himself to sit in his chair and watch as she spread her thighs, her fingers sliding with an agonizing slowness toward her pussy. The smell of her arousal filled the room, and he very nearly wiped at his mouth to ensure he wasn’t drooling.

Her eyes drifted closed on a sigh as her fingers dipped between her bare lips. Transfixed, he watched as she pumped those perfectly manicured digits in and out of her pussy, until they glistened under the lights in his office.

“Good girl.” Even to his own ears, his voice was rough with desire. “Play with your clit, baby. But slowly. You’re not allowed to come yet.”

Without opening her eyes, she arched up, her voice pitching up to a wine that had his cock hardening despite the fact he’d just come down her throat not half an hour earlier. “But Daddy, you said I could.”

“I also said you would be learning to control your orgasms until Daddy gives you permission to come. We’re going to start practicing tonight.” Leaning back in his chair, he freed his cock from his pants and wrapped his hand around the hard length. “Play with your little clitty, Lottie-bug, but try not to come until you ask for permission.”

Another pitiful whine as she circled her clit with the pad of her finger. Slowly, so slowly he wondered how she could stand it, she worked herself toward her climax.

Soon, his office was filled with the sounds of pleasure, her soft sighs and whimpers, and his occasional grunt or groan as he forced himself not to come until she’d finished.

“That’s it, little one. Are you close?”

“So close, Daddy.”

“Ask me to let you come.”

A muscle in her jaw tightened, and his cock twitched as he watched her struggle to submit. This was his favorite part, even more than the impact play, the restraints, the feel of a woman gagging on his cock. Watching a strong woman give herself over to him, submit of her own free will…

It was fucking intoxicating.

“Ask me, Charlotte, or you’ll spend the night in cuffs without being allowed to come at all.”

That seemed to get through to her. Eyes screwed shut, she arched up again, her desperate cries ringing out in the enclosed space. “Please let me come, Daddy, please!”

“Five more seconds, baby. Can you hold out five more seconds?”

“I don’t know!”

“Try for Daddy, little one. Five…” She whimpered again, her head thrashing back and forth against the back of the couch. “Four…”

“Daddy, please!”

“Almost, baby. Three… two…”

“I can’t, I can’t, Daddy please!”

“One. Good fucking girl. Come for Daddy. Now.”

She screamed, and even from across the room he could see her body quake with the force of her orgasm. Watching her, he grabbed a tissue from his desk and covered his cock just as his own pleasure erupted.

For several long moments the only sound in the office was the sound of their ragged breaths. Until, finally, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled dreamily at him. “Thank you for letting me come, Daddy.”

“You’re very welcome, little one. Why don’t you grab your blanket and come snuggle on Daddy’s lap while he works?”

To his delight, she did exactly that. And maybe he wasn’t nearly as productive as he might have been without her curled up on his lap, but he wouldn’t have traded it for all the money in the world.

The only dark spot on the evening was the lingering knowledge that she was hiding something from him. But one way or another, he would find a way to get his little Lottie-bug to come clean. And then he would finally claim every last part of her for his own.

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MAKE DADDY PROUD

BRADEN

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