“That’s it, Little Brat, come on Daddy’s tongue. Make a mess on Daddy’s jeans, Little Brat.”
Something inside me gives way, my body tenses, and the most violent pleasure crashes into me.
“Fuck, yes, squirt on me, my filthy little brat.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
THEA
My legs are like Jell-O when he rights me on my feet. Oh my god, I’ve never experienced anything like that in my entire life. Ever.
A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest, and I grip his arms to steady myself.
“You’re so fucking cute when you’ve come.” He laughs, and I’m grateful my hair curtains my embarrassment.
“My legs are soaked,” I whisper, almost brokenly. The shock of what just happened has rendered me powerless.
He leans forward and tucks my locks behind my ears. “You squirted all over me, baby, and I haven’t even played with your ass properly yet.”
Played with my ass properly? Is he serious? He was licking it.
“Come on. I want you to try the panties and bra on.” He nods toward the garments.
“I’m wet.” Heat creeps over my face.
“I told you, I’m buying them all. Do you want me to help you into your bra?”
I didn’t think my cheeks could get any redder, but here we are, so all I can do is nod. His pupils dilate. Any situation where I become dependent on him turns him on.
“Good girl.” He points to the floor again, and I kneel between his thighs, then he spins me so my back is to him. Stroking over the choker, he swoops my hair over my shoulder, and when he leans down, he places the cotton bra over my nipples.
“Hold it in place while I clip you in.” I watch in the mirror as he works the white cotton bra into place. Then he straightens to stare at me before he trails one hand around my throat and the other down to the bra. Pushing the fabric down, he reveals my tits. “I don’t think we’re going to get very far today, do you?” He chuckles.
“No, Daddy.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
MASSIO
I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful in my entire life. She stands before me in nothing but plain white cotton underwear, looking so stunning, sexy, and confident. Thea doesn’t need anything to make her appear sexier, bolder; she just needs to embrace who she is.
“Are you happy with them?” I ask as I stand and gather the garments.
She smiles and gives me a nod, then clears her throat. “I know you don’t want me wearing anything sexy, but…” Chewing on her lip, she darts her eyes away.
“You saw something you liked?”
“Yes.”
I lift her chin with my thumb. “Listen to me. I don’t think you need anything sexy because you are sexy. If you want to wear something different, I want that to be for you, not for me, not your mother. Do you understand?”
“So I can buy it?” she asks, with hope in her eyes.
“Thea, you can buy anything you want. But it comes from my bank. You’re mine to look after. You’re not your father’s responsibility anymore. Do you understand?”
Happiness dances across her face. Her smile is real, the joy in her eyes genuine, and my chest puffs with pride.
I did that.
