There’s a click of a bottle, the squirt of liquid. Then Daddy’s hot hands glide over me, slick with oil that smells of citrus and sandalwood.
He starts at my shoulders, smoothing and rubbing the oil over my skin. It feels so good. All my muscles loosen and melt into the bed. He works his way down to my waist.
When he spreads my ass cheeks apart, I gasp and stiffen.
“Relax,” Daddy whispers. “I just want to look, to touch. I won’t be taking your ass.”
I relax just until he tacks on one last word, “yet.” “Daddy,” I whisper.
“Are you Daddy’s good girl?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Do you think Daddy will hurt you?”
“No.”
“Good. I won’t hurt you, but I will f**k every hole. I know how to stretch you so that it won’t hurt. But I will have every inch of you. Come on every inch of you.”
I swallow,
