Daddy’s Plaything

Yes Daddy!!!

Marina.

My heart hammered so loud in my chest matching the throbbing ache between my thighs.

I leaned back on my elbows, the cool sheets bunching under my palms as I fought to steady myself.

This was it—the moment I'd fantasized about in the darkest corners of my mind, the one that made me soak my panties at night while whispering his name into my pillow.

I was going to be obedient. I was going to do everything right. Nothing would ruin this forbidden bliss, not my nerves, not the nagging voice in my head reminding me he was my uncle.

Fuck that voice. All I wanted was him—dominating me, owning me, ruining me for anyone else.

I mounted my legs on the bed, knees bent, and slowly parted them, exposing my most intimate self to his predatory gaze.

My breaths came in soft, ragged pants as James took his sweet f*****g time, his dark eyes caressing every inch of my body like a physical touch.

They lingered on my heaving breasts, the pebbled n*****s straining for attention, then dipped lower to the wet, glistening folds of my open p***y. I could feel the cool air of the room kissing my slick skin, making my c**t twitch in anticipation.

I'd shaved earlier that day, but now, in the harsh feel of his gaze, I remembered how flawlessly smooth Gina's skin had looked in that skimpy red bikini. So perfect and divine, like a goddess's.

Mine felt inadequate by comparison, a pale imitation that might not measure up.

Doubt crept in, twisting my chest with desperation. What if he didn't find me irresistibly sexy? What if he turned away, leaving me aching and unfulfilled?

I bit my bottom lip nervously, hard enough to taste the faint metallic tang of blood, waiting for his judgment while my eyes pleaded with him silently.

Please, Daddy, want me. f**k me.

Gina had called me a green virgin, but I'd show him how much I wasn’t innocent.

I'd watched hours of porn, studied every moan and thrust, practiced with my fingers until I knew how to pleasure him just right. I knew what I was doing when I kept my body for him.

“I want—” I started, my voice trembling with need.

He silenced me with a sharp, commanding look that sent a shiver racing down my spine. “Shut up, doll. The only time I want that pretty little mouth moving is when I permit it or when it’s wrapped around my cock.”

I clamped my mouth shut immediately, swallowing dryly. Heat flooded my cheeks, but lower, my p***y clenched greedily at his words, fresh arousal dripping onto the sheets.

God, his dominance was intoxicating, making me feel small, owned, and so f*****g wet.

Twirling the lollipop between his fingers like a weapon of seduction, he stalked over to the foot of the bed, his form towering over me like a dark, unyielding shadow.

His d**k was throbbing now, straining with the kind of stretch that promised to leave me sore for days.

“Do you want to have a taste of this candy?” His voice was low laced with filthy intent.

I nodded quickly, my head bobbing like an eager puppy. “I want it.”

“Say it like you mean it, naughty little girl.” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin, making my n*****s tighten further.

“Yes, I want it, Daddy.” The words tasted like sin on my tongue, and it made my core pulse with forbidden excitement.

He stopped right at the edge, his presence overwhelming, suffocating in the best way.

“Have you ever had c**k?”

His hand shot out, a single finger circling my swollen c**t with agonizing slowness, teasing the sensitive nub until I gasped, my hips bucking.

I shook my head, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. “No, Daddy.”

“Do you want your Daddy’s sweet c**k?” He pressed harder, rubbing in tight circles that made my vision blur.

“Yes, I want my Daddy’s sweet—ahh!” My words dissolved into a moan as he slipped that thick finger inside me without warning, breaching my tight entrance and curling deep.

The intrusion was sudden, rough, stretching my walls just enough to hint at the ecstasy to come.

“f**k, you’re so tight,” he hissed in raw appreciation, his eyes darkening with lust as he pumped his finger in and out, coating it in my slick juices.

My stomach fluttered wildly at his praise, a warm glow spreading through me.

“Is this all for me? Didn’t let any man touch my property, did you?”