The Boss Made Me Moan (9)
His voice was rough against my ear. “Your pússy is very, very wet right now, Mia. That’s how I want it to stay all day. I’ll be checking in, during meetings and outside of them, and every time, I expect your pússy to be soaked for Daddy. Do you understand?”
I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry. “But… Daddy, how am I supposed to focus on meetings and keep my pússy wet?” I looked up at him, genuinely confused. “I can’t.”
His gaze darkened. “Do you want more punishment? Worse than last time?”
My legs instinctively pressed together, a flush creeping up my neck. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Please… no more punishment.”
“Then keep your pretty little pússy soaking wet for Daddy. I don’t care how hard it is. Understood?”
I hesitated, heat crawling over my sk
