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”You’re not sorry, but you will be. Did you have anything to drink?”
”N…no, I promise I didn’t…” I let out a choked scream when he turns my face up and presses his lips against mine to check. His kiss is hot and so sexual that I feel like crying. My body doesn’t know what to do with this. This is too intense and I tremble with the fierceness of a single leaf in a whirlwind. I tense up, then turn to liquid when Philip pushes his hand underneath me and cups me between my legs. The sensation is so new and strong that something tugs in my lower belly and I feel like I’m two persons at once. The normal, ordinary me and then a naughty version that solely belongs to Philip.
”Did you let any of those boys touch you?” he rasps and I moan when he shoves his hips against my butt, causing a decadent friction between my girly parts and the palm of his hand. My eyes roll back in my head when he does it again. ”Answer my question. Did you?”
I shake my head.
He rolls his hips again, harder this time until he starts to pant. I squeeze my eyes. His touch feels so good and he groans in my ears when I moan. I push back against his erection, angry that my underwear and his pants are in the way but he makes no attempt to take anything off. For now, he just wants us like this and I plead for more.
”No,” he growls, ”this is all you get, sweetheart, If you want more, you’re going to have to go to college.”
I freeze. He can’t mean that. I’ll never go to college…I refuse.
”You can’t make me,” I pant.
”Watch me,” he snarls, sliding his hand past my underwear and dips a finger inside while simultaneously rolling my body into a large wave with his hips. I’ve never experienced anything like it but I think I’m already addicted. He starts pumping, snarling curses in my ear and I silently scream as I’m about to come. I don’t get the chance before Philip rolls me onto my back and slides my panties down my legs. My heart pounds when he spreads my knees and stares into my eyes. ”Do you know what happens to girls that don’t go to college?”
I helplessly shake my head.
”They get eaten.” He dips his face down, frantically lapping at me as if he can’t get enough. ”This is your punishment, Denise,” he snarls.
”For what?” I squirm. ”I’m not a bad girl!”
”Then you’re going into higher education.”
”Am not!”
”You are too,” he growls, sneaking his tongue past my folds and I arch my back, bucking with my hips.
”This is not a punishment,” I cry. ”This is a reward.”
”I’m not done yet,” Philip moans and something about his voice makes me tense up. What is he going to do to me? And then I realize what it is and the panic is so strong that I start weeping. He refuses to let me come despite my desperation. The closer I wiggle toward him, the more he pulls away, the more I try to increase the pressure, the more he slows down. I cup the back of his head, trying to press him down on me but he pins my hands, leaving me helpless to this cruel treatment.
”Phil…I can’t take much more,” I whimper with tears in my eyes.
”Will you go to college?”
”No!”
”Then you’re not getting what you want.”
Tears spurt in my eyes, my heart tearing in my chest. ”Daddy, please…”
His laps suddenly increase and I wriggle from the triumph. ”Oh, sweetheart,” he moans, sounding as if I just cracked open his heart. ”I want to give you what you want so badly that this is killing me. But you have to agree. Do what daddy thinks is best for you.”
My head thrashes, my gut feeling like it’s filled with lava. ”I’m not going to college,” I whimper, ”But I can still be a good girl and come on daddy’s face…”
”Oh fuck!” Philip cries out and I squeal, when he buries his whole face between my thighs. ”Oh fuck, that’s what I want to hear!”
I snicker when he finally gives me what I want and I happily roll my hips, feeling like I’m levitating and I’ve never had anything better happen to me than Philip pleasuring me. But then he stops, cursing himself then me for tricking him.
”Keep g…going…,” I stammer and he gives me a dark look.
”No.”
I slam my fist down, trying to squirm away from him but when that doesn’t work, I put my feet flat on his chest and kick him. He flies back against the footboard, glaring at me in anger and I swallow.
”Two can play this game,” I pout.
