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I gasped, loving and hating his hands all at the same time.

It wasn’t fair that he could have me so out of control with just his damn fingers.

“Look at me.” He teased me with his fingers tracing the edge of my panties. “Princess. . .look at me.”

Slowly, I turned to face him and bit back a moan.

He chuckled softly. “You look mad, but you also look like you desperately want to fuck.”

Finally, he slid his fingers under the wet fabric, making me gasp out loud despite my best intentions.

He licked his lips. “That’s right. You’ll enjoy your disciplining whether you want to or not.”

Soon he was tearing my panties away.

The sound of ripping fabric echoed in the space.

Shocked, I gazed down as my once cute panties were now slowly being shredded.

His eyes never left mine as he threw the torn fabric away with a nonchalant flick of his wrist. “There. That’s better.”

Then, he returned his hands to my body, and with his fingers, he traced where my panties once were. “Do you want Daddy to play with your pussy, Princess?”

I frowned. “You know I do.”

He chuckled. “Say it.”

“I will not.”

“I told you last night that I have a great memory.”

Fuck.

I thought back to how I’d made him beg in that hotel suite while he was chained.

“What is that saying about payback, Princess?”

I swallowed. “I believe. . .the famous quote is. . .that payback should never be done with your wife.”

He chuckled some more. “No. I’ve never heard that saying.”

“It is known all over the world.”

“Not in my world, Princess.” He put those hands right onto my pussy and cupped my folds like they were the most precious things in the world. “I believe they say that payback is a bitch.”

I trembled.

“But today, you will learn that payback is the devil.” He spread my folds and began drawing lazy circles on my clit with his thumb.

“Oh!”

“So responsive.” He rubbed my clit so slow I almost begged for him to fuck me. “I wonder how you will sound when I’m moving inside of you.”

The sweet agony of it all.

I squirmed beneath his touch.

“Oh, Princess. I love how you wriggle those curvy hips and make those breasts bounce.” He kept his thumb on my clit, but then he dove a finger in my pussy. “Look at how eager you are for Daddy’s cock. Look at how bad you want it.”