I didn’t want to be here. I knew it would end up like this. Me on the floor looking up at him, begging for it. It’s humiliating, god, why are my panties so wet at this? I don’t want to quiver when he runs his thumb down my face, but I do. “Tell me what you want, Princess.” I bite my lip, “You,” I whisper shyly. The corners of his lips upturn and his eyebrows raise, “And?” “I want you to fuck me.” “Good girl, lay on the bed.” And I do. He trails his fingertips down my skin, the side of my breast and down to my thighs before circling back up to my pussy. His thumb circles on my clit and I try to hold back to moans but I can’t. My hips lift trying to get him to put more pressure but he won’t, he just keeps circling, slow, soft, circles. It’s . I want so much more. His finger finds its way inside me and I tremor, “Please.” “Please what?” “Please just fuck me.” His eyes glimmer as if that was exactly what he was waiting for and he unzips his jeans and before I can react he is inside me. There is nothing slow or gentle about the way he is pounding into me, I arch my back and moan his name. “Oh fuck, Daddy, more,” and he goes harder until I am all but screaming. Suddenly he pulls out and pulls me up, me to my knees. “Open your mouth and swallow,” he demands. I do. “Good girl.” He says. I smile, I AM a good girl.