“Wh-what?”
“Hands behind your head. Move them and I have another way of helping you sleep. Be much less pleasurable for you, though.”
She quickly moved her hands.
“That’s better. I want to touch my baby, then she’s going to let me. You’re so wet.”
She knew. She could feel it. Did he like it, though? Then he brought his finger to his mouth, his finger that was coated in her dew and sucked it like it was the finest thing he’d ever tasted.
And so, she figured it was a good thing.
“My girl is going to stay nice and still while Daddy makes her come,” he told her. “And she isn’t going to hold anything back. Is she?”
She shook her head.
“Words, baby girl. Very important. I want communication open and clear between us at all times. Don’t ever want to do something you don’t enjoy. You say no, it means no and I stop. Understand?”
She nodded. Eyes wide. He waited.
Words, Daisy. You idiot.
“Yes.”
“Yes, Daddy. Or Sir, if you’re not ready for that. Dragon is acceptable when we’re alone.”
She grinned. Which she guessed was his intention.
“Good girl.” He placed his finger on her clit, slowly circling it slowly. Her hips rose, wanting more. “Keep still, baby girl. I want you to move, I tell you.”
Her breath was coming faster, harder. “That’s not that easy.”
“Will get easier,” he muttered, watching her closely. “Damn, my baby wants it bad, doesn’t she? When was the last time you had an orgasm?”
“Last night,” she told him. Then she froze as he did.
He moved his finger away. “What the fuck?”
“I-I gave myself one,” she explained, looking away in embarrassment.
There was a moment of silence. Then his finger returned to her clit. But she was wound up too tight to pay much attention.
“What’d you think of as you made yourself come?” he asked as he lay on his side next to her. He grabbed the leg closest to him, lay it over his thighs, stretching her, widening her to his touch. He moved his finger away from her clit, ran it up and down her folds.
She wanted it back on her clit. Suddenly, he smacked his hand down lightly on her pussy. She let out a surprised cry.
“Daisy, asked a question. Not real keen on you not answering me.”
Shit. Shit.
“You,” she said quietly.
“Yeah?” he asked in a pleased voice. “I like that.”
She blushed. Good Lord, were they really talking about her fantasies while she made herself come?
“But you don’t do it again without me being here.”
“What?” she squeaked. “I can’t do that with you here.”