Page 30 of Layla's Daddy

I moan as I obey him. This isn’t what I expected. I thought he would climb over me and make me feel good, but Theo often does the unexpected, and issuing commands is making me hornier by the second.

I need him to touch me, though. I want his mouth on me, especially my lips. I don’t think he’ll turn me down. He’s only given me chaste kisses. I want more.

“Please, Daddy, kiss me.”

He comes to the edge of the bed and leans his thighs against the mattress. Crooking a finger, he demands, “Come here, naughty girl.”

I crawl forward on my knees until I’m inches from him.

He grabs my wrists, pulls my hands down to my sides, and hauls me the last bit forward, causing me to lean into him. And then he takes my mouth. This kiss is not chaste. It’s open-mouthed, heated, and demanding.

He moans against my lips as he slides his tongue into my mouth to duel with mine. He nips at my bottom lip. He sucks my tongue. He takes and takes and takes, and I give.

When he releases my lips, he has a lazy smile on his face. “You’re mine, Layla.”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Mine,” he repeats in a firmer voice.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m yours.”

“Until we die.”

I nod again. “Until we die,” I confirm.

“You will sleep in our bed in my arms every single night for the rest of our lives. You will wear my ring. You will marry me and take my name. Both your Little and your adult will obey me.”

I swallow. He’s so intense. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’m a demanding, controlling man, Layla, but you bring it out of me because you need it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want to taste my cock, Little one?” he asks, his voice oddly lighter than two seconds ago. It’s comical that he’s asking me instead of telling me.

“Yes, Sir.”

He releases my arms. “Scoot back and drop onto your hands and knees again. I want you on all fours while I watch you lick me. Tongue only this time, Baby girl.”

I scurry backward far enough to give myself space to lower to my hands. My thin nightie hangs in front of me. He can see my tits hanging down until I crawl closer and reach out my tongue to lick Daddy’s engorged cock.

He doesn’t touch me. He lets me control things. For now. I’m sure that will change.

His breath hitches when I stroke my tongue all the way from the base to the tip. “Good girl. Fuck, that’s good, Layla.” His hands are shaking as he lifts them to stroke my cheeks so gently. “Jesus, Baby girl…”

I flick my tongue over the tip of his erection, tasting the saltiness of his come. It’s a heady experience that leaves me craving more. The useless scrap of material covering my pussy is beyond soaked. Wetness leaks down my inner thighs.

Daddy slides a hand under my chin and applies gentle pressure. “Come back up onto just your knees, Little one.”

I whimper as I obey him, bringing us face-to-face. I wasn’t done.

He chuckles. “You can suck me some other time. I don’t want to come in your mouth this time, Baby girl.”

I inhale sharply as he trails a finger from between my eyes, over my nose, my lips, my chin, my neck, and between my breasts. I shudder when he circles one of my nipples.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Layla.”

I swallow. He’s so serious.