My heart felt like it was going to drum its way right out of my chest as I lifted shaking hands to Daddy's zipper. My gaze flicked to the door, which wasn't locked.
"Eyes on me," Daddy said.
I immediately complied.
"Good girl."
Something inside my chest eased and lifted at his praise. While I sat up straighter, as if I were proud, my mind was saying, What the f**k?
Why did I feel like getting him to say good girl was a huge accomplishment? And why was I undoing his pants when anyone could walk into his office?
So many thoughts ran through my mind as I obeyed him. I kept my eyes on his as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
As gently as I could, I reached in and wrapped my fingers around the base of his c**k. Daddy took a deep breath in and out, then his body seemed to relax, his sh
