"Why do you still have Ronald's number?" I ask as I glance at her phone and her widen as she looks away from me. "What does it say?" She asks in a quiet tone and I grit my teeth at the words. "I miss daddy's little c*m slut." I spit out and she blushes at my words. "Do you like that?" I ask her and she gets out of the bed. "Wyatt, I don't want to talk about it." She says and I can't help but stare at her body. She was in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear at the moment and I spring out of bed after her. She turns around quickly and begins to back up. I throw her phone on the bed and inch closer to her. "No, I think we should talk about it. What is it? Do you enjoy being used as a c*m dumpster? Is that what it is?" She blushes and bites her lip slightly as she continues to back up. "Wyatt,
