Chapter 10
Poppy
Daddy groaned low in his throat. "f**k, Poppy. You're going to kill me."
"Please," I whimpered, bucking and throwing my ass back against the air. "Please touch me."
His hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp smack echoing in the hallway. I cried out, rocking forward.
"Dirty girl," he growled. "Naughty little slut. You think you can just beg for my fingers and get what you want?"
"Yes! Please, Daddy!"
Another hard smack, this time on my other ass cheek. The sting made my p***y gush.
"No fingers," he said firmly, kneading my soft supple ass. "Daddy's hungry," His voice dropped lower and darker. "And you're my dinner."
Oh God.
"Stay exactly like that," he commanded. "Ass up, face down. Don't move baby girl, got it?"
I nodded, pouting as he left me there in the
