Page 9 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

The bell signaling the end of the school day rings through the office, more voices rise outside the door, the curtains are pulled shut but for a second, I think I see someone trying to peer through the littlest crack.“Christ, you’re like pussy crack. I’m addicted. Look at me.” He orders into my folds, his jaw roughagainst my inner thigh as I twitch and jerk. “I want you to watch your father sticking his tongue inside you. Keep your eyes on me.”

Dane’s teeth graze sensitive flesh and that tongue flicks relentless circles, pushing in and out, his eyes locked on mine.

I’m barely holding on, his eyes narrow the lapping of his tongue building a pressure so sharp it feels like I’m going to come flying apart into a million sharp pieces. He returns a finger to my opening and I nearly lose consciousness.“I’m going to—” I snap as his thumb grinds on my clit while his tongue flicks and laps lower, biting back the climax clawing up my spine.

His head lifts again, now smirking at me between licks, face glistening with my wetness before he replaces his finger with his tongue in long, deep thrusts that make me buck and bang my head against the hard wood. “Daddy!” I cry, my legs tangle around his neck, the hard desk under my shoulders as he eats me until my world becomes nothing but a white-hot pin prick of focus on the sensations he’s creating with his mouth. When my body can no longer survive teetering on the edge, a searing wave rips through me, muscles clenching wildly around his tongue, his finger. His eyes lock with mine like a challenge as I roll through a climax that has me screaming his name.

A hard palm slaps down over my mouth, scented with my arousal as I ride the aftershocks.

The orgasm is relentless. Grabbing and pulling and tossing me around until I’m a boneless blind mess with the only father I’ve ever known between my legs licking up every drop.

"This can’t be undone, baby.” He finally says when I’m done bucking and squealing. His hand leaves my mouth, my lips open sucking in air trying to refill my burning lungs. “You came on my face. You made a mess and did something naughty with me. We have to keep this a secret."

I lift my head. His eyes are on me as he finally stands. My legs still wide.

"I don’t want to undo it."

He adjusts my feet so they hang over the edge of the desk. Pulling me up to a sitting position by my hands then presses his lips to my forehead.

Then my temple, my cheek. The corner of my mouth.

My arousal is on his face and I breathe deep wanting to remember this forever.

"You need new structure now," he says against the part of my hair. "If you’re going to be mine, you’re going to be Daddy’s good girl."

Heat spirals through me.

"I want to be."

He stands straight, eyes raking over me, and there’s pride in his gaze now.

"Then you’ll follow my rules. You’ll come straight to me after school. No boys. No secrets. You’ll wait for me to get home every day, ready to please me in whatever way I need. You ask permission before doing anything that puts you in danger—physical or emotional."

I nod.

"Say it."

"Yes, Daddy. I promise."

His chest rises like he’s trying not to let that destroy him. His hands go to the knot on his sapphire blue tie that matches his eyes, adjusting it slightly.

"And you listen the first time I speak. You obey not because you're weak, but because you trust me."

"I do."

He brushes his thumb along my lip.

"You’ll wear what I pick. You’ll eat. Sleep. Take care of yourself. You’ll tell me when you're hurting. When you need praise. Or punishment. Your little body is my playground now. I’ll do what I want with it. When I want. You understand me?" His voice darkens along with his eyes.

My whole-body shivers.

"Yes, Daddy."

He nods slowly, then lifts me off the desk, my legs barely supporting me.

His eyes burn into mine.

"Now, sweetheart... tonight, when I get home, we will see how well you take direction."