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They cleared the table together, with James boxing up the leftovers while Olivia loaded the dishwasher and washed the wineglasses. She was wiping down the counter when he slipped his arms around her waist, the hard outline of his cock pressing into her bottom.
“Daddy. You’re not supposed to have pointy things in your pockets. Someone could get hurt.”
His laugh rumbled in his chest and she grinned when he pressed his lips to the side of her neck. “Brat,” he growled.
Giggling, she tilted her head to give him better access. “What are you going to do about it, old man?”
Before she’d even finished her taunt, he’d wrapped her ponytail around one hand and yanked, pulling her head back. She gasped at the unexpected movement, and had to grip the counter to steady herself.
“I’m going to fuck you. Do you know why?”
“Why?” she asked, breathless.
“Because I can. Because every inch of your body belongs to your daddy and I can do whatever I want with it. Isn’t that right, little one?”
The groan escaped her lips before she could stop it. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl. On your knees.”
The second he released her ponytail, she stepped away from the counter and lowered herself to her knees in front of him.
“Eyes on me, little one.”
She lifted her gaze to his, her pussy throbbing in anticipation when he reached for the buckle on his belt.
“Open your mouth for me. Hands on your knees.”
Her heart began to race but she parted her lips, her eyes never leaving his face. And just as she’d known he would, he wrapped her ponytail around his hand again and guided his cock between her waiting lips.
His moan of satisfaction was the sweetest sound she’d ever heard.
“Fuck, you feel good on Daddy’s cock. Relax your throat, baby.”
Even after all these years, she still felt that initial rush of panic when he gripped her hair more tightly and pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. Years of training and a desire to please overrode her instinct to pull away or to fight against the intrusion.
Still, her throat contracted around his cock, and she gagged slightly. Another man might have pulled away then, given her a chance to recover. But her daddy knew she could take more, and so he pushed her limits, thrusting against the back of her throat. Her eyes filled with tears and she struggled to breathe through her nose while he fucked her mouth, but she kept her hands on her knees and her eyes on his face.
When she was tiptoeing up to her breaking point, he finally released her. She gasped, greedily dragging in air once he’d slipped from her mouth.
“You look beautiful like this. With tears on your cheeks and your face flushed so prettily.” A gentle tug on her hair signaled her to rise to her feet.
“Take your clothes off for Daddy.”
She grabbed the hem of her tank top and yanked it over her head. Rough, familiar fingers caressed her naked breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples until her head fell back on a moan.
“Bottoms too, little one.”
When she was standing naked before him, he hooked his hands under her arms and lifted her up onto the counter.
The move surprised a squeal out of her. “James! I just washed the counters!”
He responded by shoving her legs apart and delivering a sharp slap to the tender skin of each inner thigh.
“Who’s in charge here, Olivia Jane?”
“You are,” she replied, pouting. Her thighs stung, but she knew better than to rub at the punished skin.
Two more stinging slaps had her crying out and gripping the edge of the counter. “Who is?”
