I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor, then shimmied out of my skirt. I didn’t know if I was supposed to pose or anything, so I just stood there, waiting.
“f**k,” he said, as his eyes lingered on my breasts.
“If we do this, we do this my way.”
“Not a problem, Daddy,” I said to be bratty, but when he lifted his eyes to meet mine, they were blazing. My p***y throbbed in response. He liked that.
“Rule number one, you cannot tell your mother about anything we do.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Good. Rule number two is that we’ll keep the Daddy name.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I bit my lip to keep from smiling when he groaned.
“Rule number three, or maybe this should be rule one, because it’s so important. I’m in charge. I decide what you learn about s*x and when.
There will be no more boys,
