Chapter 15

• Having a feeling that I know what he's looking for, I respond, “In my
• sweet cunt, daddy.” It's like all that shit I said to him earlier is coming back, provoking him to humiliate me.
• “Good girl.” Daddy pulls off his shirt. I move up to him, the urge to press my soft tits against his hairy, taut, rippling chest. As I grab his cock and stroke his thickness, I tilt my head up to kiss him. But Daddy dodges it, instead yanking my shirt down my arms, baring me completely. I wait for his command. Our nudity together should put us even, but I feel far more vulnerable; my small, thin body submitting to Daddy's physique.