Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“That’s right, little one,” she heard Courick growl softly. “That’s right—just let it happen. Let yourself go and come on my fingers…come while I stroke your hot little pussy…while I make your honey flow.”
His dirty words spoken in that low, growling voice added to the feeling of his long fingers sliding over her aching clit were too much. With a gasp, Addison felt her pleasure peak.
“Oh, yes!” She moaned, arching her back as her toes curled and her breath came out in short, hot pants. “Oh yes, please! Touch me! Make me come!”
“Come for me,” she heard him growl. “Come hard, sweetheart. Let it all go and come for me.”
“Yes, Sir!” Addison moaned. “Coming for you—coming while you rub my little pussy! Fuck me—fuck me with your fingers!”
“Mmm, if you like, little one,” he rumbled. And then the two thick fingers slid lower and entered her pussy.
Addison gasped and bucked again as they began to thrust in and out of her—Courick’s fingers were extremely long and he was hitting the end of her channel with every thrust. They were thick too—even thicker than some of her toys. She could feel her inner walls stretching to take him and somehow the sensation brought on yet another orgasm.
“Gods, little one—I can feel your sweet little pussy clenching all around me,” he growled. “You’re so tight and wet inside! Are you being a good girl and coming on my fingers?”
“Yes, Daddy!” Addison moaned. She didn’t even know what she was saying anymore—the pleasure rushing through her body had erased all her filters. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
It was one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had and when the pleasure finally ebbed, she collapsed across his lap, panting and moaning softly with his long fingers still buried deep in her trembling pussy.
“Oh…oh, that felt so good,” she whispered. Then she realized that Courick was staring at her with a frown on his face. “Um, is everything okay?” she asked uncertainly.
“Daddy? Is that what you called me?”
Addison bit her lip. Had she called him that in the heat of passion? It seemed entirely too likely. Blushing with shame, she turned her head to look up at him.
“Commander…I can explain…” she began.
But Courick only shook his head.
“No explanation needed,” he said, withdrawing his fingers—which were absolutely drenched in her juices, Addison saw with mortification.
“Look, if you’ll just let me explain—” she began again.
“Not now. Excuse me—I have to go.”
Courick pushed her gently but firmly off his lap and onto the bed. Then he rose without a word and left the room.
7
ADDISON
Addison lay there, feeling sick. Oh God, what had she done? Had she actually called her stern Kindred boss “Daddy” as he made her come? God, what must he think of her now? How could she ever live this down?
She knew lots of people found Daddy Play or Age Play disgusting—apparently her boss was one of them. Clearly he was so disgusted with her that he’d left then and there. He probably wouldn’t even look at her when he saw her in the office on Monday! That was if he let her keep her job.
Feeling miserable, she got up and changed into a pair of soft yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt. She dumped her soiled little girl dress in the hamper. She knew she ought to use some hydrogen peroxide on it to get the blood out before it set in, but she didn’t even care at this point. She just wanted to curl up in her bed and be miserable.
But just as she was about to climb under the covers and put her pillow over her head, the door to her bedroom opened and Commander Courick came back in.
“Oh, hi…” Addison said listlessly. “You must have forgotten something, huh?”
“Forgotten something? No—I just had to use your fresher.”
The fresher was what the Kindred called the bathroom, Addison knew. She looked up at him uncertainly. Had he really had to pee…or had he been doing something else in there? Was it possible he might have been as turned on as she was and had gone to jerk off? Surely not. That was impossible because he was disgusted with her for calling him “Daddy” Right?
Addison didn’t know.
“Er…okay,” she said at last. “Um, are you going now?”
“Going? No, I don’t think so.” He settled in the rocking chair across from her bed and patted his lap. “No, we’re not nearly finished yet. Come here so we can talk.”
“You…you want me to sit on your lap?” Addison took a hesitant step towards him. “Really? I mean, do you think that’s okay?”
He lifted an eyebrow at her.
“After what we just did, I don’t think having you sit on my lap is a big deal, do you?”
“I, um, guess not.” Addison was still dragging her feet. “But…why? I mean, what do you want to talk about?”