“Why don’t you lie back on the chair and get comfortable?” Daddy says.
I nod, unsure if I’ve pushed things too far. I’m so out of my depth and out of my league here. I try to do as he asked, but I can’t seem to relax.
Especially when I think about him putting his thick fingers into my mouth again.
I lie back and take a deep breath, but I can’t stop the intrusive thoughts, the ones that fuel all my filthiest dreams and fantasies. The ones where I picture him thrusting those fingers down between my legs.
Soon, he’s there on his rolling stool, looking down at me. I give him my best smile as I try not to fidget. My n*****s are pulled tight. My panties are already wet, and he hasn’t even touched me.
“Are you always this stiff in the ortho chair?” he asks.
“Yes. Dr. Rieger doesn’t seem to
