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“What?”
“You heard.”
She might have been embarrassed by the needy whine that rent the air, but that would have required her to be far more lucid than she was.
“Yes,” she panted.
“Do you have a preference?”
“What?”
A high-pitched squeal followed the harsh slap. “You’re repeating yourself. Answer the question.”
“No!” she exclaimed.
“No, you won’t answer the question, or no you don’t have a preference?”
The words were whispered close to her ear.
“N-no preference,” she stammered.
“Have you gotten naked with either of them?”
“Wh…”
Another slap.
“Do not say ‘what’ again,” he warned.
Ellie did her best to concentrate while her heart hammered and her pussy leaked. Why the hell did this turn her on so much?
“Yes! I mean no! I mean…”
He massaged each buttock harshly, digging his fingers into her flesh and reigniting the pain. Ellie whimpered and bucked. If he’d just move his fingers lower…
“You don’t sound too sure. Let me simplify the question. Have you hadactual intercoursewith either of them?”
Ellie’s head was whirling. Things had gotten pretty heavy with Ezra. They might not have gone all the way, but really what Cody was asking depended very much on his definition of ‘sex’.
“Define…” She panted and had to scramble to think properly. “Define sex,” she whispered, wondering if he could see just how red her face was from having to pose that question.
Cody raised one eyebrow and looked at her consideringly.
“Intercourse.”
“No!” The answer was immediate and succinct.
There was a pause and his touch gentled and soothed. Ellie whimpered and wiggled some more, trying her best to get him to move his fingers where she so desperately wanted them.
“Why not?” There might have been curiosity in his voice now, if she could concentrate hard enough to listen, but there was no chance of that right now, so the idea was no more than a fleeting thought fluttering through her unconscious mind on ephemeral wings.
“Because…” her voice broke, and she swallowed around the dryness her screaming had caused. “Because it didn’t seem right.”
“That’s my good girl.” He breathed it so quietly she wasn’t sure she’d actually heard it. Maybe it had just been her imagination. Except she wanted to be his good girl, she realized vaguely.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said in her mind.
“Oh, my sweet, perfect girl.”
