~Lily~
Fuck.
He actually listened to me.
He listened to me begging him like a slut. He heard me when I said “Please daddy” like it belonged to him.
And now I’m here, slammed against the wall of his room with his hand still gripping my wrist, his breath heavy, his eyes dark, and I can’t even think straight.
I can feel how soaked my panties are, clinging to my p***y like I’ve just stepped out of the shower, except it’s worse because it’s him that did it. Just his voice.
Just the memory of his fingers. Just the f*****g knowledge that he was on the other side of the wall getting off to my moans while I cried out for a c**k I’ve never even had inside me. He thought I didn’t hear him.
And now he’s standing in front of me, silent and dangerous, breathing like he’s trying not to rip me apar
