“Did you like eating my cum, puppy?” he asked her, breathlessly.
She nodded and murmured “M-hm,” around his thumb.
“Open wide then,” he told her, taking his thumb out of her mouth.
Her eyes widened in excitement and he noticed the slight smile on her lips as she opened her mouth and raised her head a little. He came closer and closer to his climax while he watched her like this, waiting expectantly and eagerly to taste him.
He pulled out of her without warning and rubbed his cock with his hand, while he came all over her body. The intensity of it made his legs weak, and his cum covered her from her belly to her perfect tits, some landing on her neck and chin.
He rubbed it into her skin and made her lick his fingers clean.
Violet froze when her father lay down beside her and covered them both with the duvet. The linen was soft – expensive – and she felt as though she had forgotten how comfortable a mattress could be. If she let herself believe that she would be sleeping next to him, warm and comfortable, only to be sent back downstairs and be chained up on the floor again she would unravel at the seams.
Patrick pulled her close to him, his warm body curving around hers as though he could sense what she was thinking.
“Don’t worry, puppy, you’ve behaved well enough.”