His hand slid lower, teasing between her cheeks. Emily's breath caught, anticipation coiling hot in her belly. This was really happening. She trusted Lucas completely, and knew he'd make it good for her.
As his finger circled her entrance, Emily let out a shaky exhale. "I'm ready, Daddy," she breathed. "Please..."
Lucas' finger dipped inside her, just the tip, and Emily gasped at the new sensation. Her body tensed instinctively.
"Relax, baby girl," Lucas murmured, his other hand stroking her hair. "I've got you."
Emily took a deep breath, willing herself to relax. As she did, Lucas' finger slid deeper.
"That's it," he praised. "You're doing so well."
The praise sent a thrill through her. She wanted to be good for him, to please him.
"Maybe I'll get you a pretty plug," Lucas mused,
