The Boss Made Me Moan (7)
I stared at him in disbelief. “Dwayne, please. These are special to me. Tim bought me some of them. They're intimate… please don’t make me do this.”
His eyes darkened. He grabbed my arm, turned me sideways, and slapped my ass twice.
Hard.
I yelped and struggled, but he didn’t let go.
“Do you want more?”
“No, Daddy,” I whispered, humiliated.
“Then throw them in.”
I did. One by one, I dropped every pair into the bin. Each piece felt like a piece of my dignity vanishing. My heart ached. I couldn’t meet his eyes.
He gripped my hair and yanked me to my knees. “Look at me,” he ordered.
I raised my eyes to him, teary and ashamed.
“What do you call me?”
“Daddy,” I said softly.
“Louder.”
“Daddy!”
He opened the drawer, pulled out a small canister of lighter f
