(and excerpt from Disgusting Beautiful Immoral. Read the whole thing in print or e-book here.)
“You were distracted last night, Babygirl. You know I can’t allow that, don’t you? If you’re going to suck Daddy’s cock you’re going to need to concentrate much harder.” I don’t know where it came from, but I was instantly in control in a way that still felt new. I adored her and loved her, and I wanted so many contradictory things at the same time that it hardly made sense. I wanted to punish her, comfort her, fuck her, and watch her get fucked. I wanted to take her over my knee and spank her until she cried, and then I wanted to hold her and wipe away her tears. I wanted to slide inside her and slap her face as we fucked. I wanted everything at once.
“I promise I’ll do better,” she whispered. “I promise, Daddy.”
“Did you like having your little friend lick you?” I asked her, my mind moving quickly in one direction.
“It felt funny,” she said.
“Have you ever done that before, baby? Have you ever had a friend do that to you?”
She nodded – looking down – and I pushed her off me and rolled her onto her back. With more force than I intended to I opened her legs and covered her cunt with one hand. She was breathing quickly, and she was so hot I could feel it against my skin.
“How many times, Little One?” I asked. “How many girls have done that to you?”
“Three or four,” she whispered. I slipped my fingers inside her and she moaned even as she tried to cover her mouth with the back of her hand. I pushed deep inside her, my thumb moving to her clit as she wiggled next to me, little cries of pleasure leaking out of her mouth.
“And how many boys?” I finally asked, unsure if this was a game or not. Had she really hooked up with four girls? And did I want to know the answer to this question too?
“What do you mean, Daddy?” she asked, biting her lip.
“How many boys have you been with? How many cocks have you sucked and how many boys have fucked you?” My voice was louder and more demanding, but my fingers never left her and she pushed down onto them even as she tried to look the other way. “Don’t lie to me, Babygirl. Don’t you dare lie to me.”
“Please, don’t make me say,” she moaned…