“Daddy,” I whisper, my voice husky. His eyes roam over to me, like he has all the time in the world, as his hands grip my hips tight enough to bruise. “What did you say?” he growls, his gaze bright and violent as his pupils dilate. “Punish me, use me. Fuck me, please… Daddy.” Never would I have ever thought that just calling him daddy would get this reaction, but I’m going to be calling him that from now on.
