“Or what, Daddy?”
I felt immense pleasure when his eyes dilated hearing my words, shock and surprise flickering through his face. But he didn’t pull away. No, he tightened his hold on my jaw and narrowed his eyes at me, his hot breath fanning over my cheeks.
“I warned you about calling me that again, you naughty little Princess.”
I squirmed, hearing the growl in his voice and the promise of danger with pleasure lacing it. His eyes flickered to my legs, and I gasped again when he parted them, holding my thigh.
“Did you touch yourself thinking about me?” he cooed, his hand caressing my thigh while the other brushed my hair over my shoulder, brushing his fingers lightly over my neck and shoulder, making me shiver at his feather-light touches. “Did you touch your sweet little cunt thinking about Daddy?”
My cheeks burned and eyes glazed.Was it a dream? Or was James really, really touching me? Calling me a naughty little Princess?Not only that, but I was immensely enjoying it.
“Tell me, Princess.” He cocked his head. “Or do you call me Mister James when you cum,hm?Which one is it?”
“I-I…” I shook my head, too embarrassed to answer him.
“I wasn’t asking you.” James grabbed my hair, gently tugging it and making my clit ache more when he leaned closer and said, “That was an order. Tell me.”
“I…” Tears sprang up in my eyes when I said the frustrating truth, “I can’t cum.”
James didn’t scoff or roll his eyes at me like I thought he would. Instead, he softened his hold on my hair and raked his hand through it. It felt nice to know that he couldn’t stop touching me.
“You can’t cum or couldn’t cum, Princess?” he asked, pulling away, and I had to bite down on my lower lip to stop myself from whimpering at the loss of his warm touch. I didn’t want him to stop touching me.Ever.
I glanced at my fidgeting fingers and answered, “I can’t.”
“That’s nonsense.”
“It’s not!” I glared at him, my throat burned, and I wanted to cry because it was both embarrassing and shameful. I didn’t even know how to pleasure myself or kiss or go on dates, while my friends and girls my age were hooking up left and right. I felt left out. I didn’t want to be a wallflower when it came to intimacy.
“Anyone can orgasm, Mia. You just don’t know how to touch yourself the right way.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and peered at his angular face through my lashes, “Will you teach me?”
He blinked at me. “What?”
Shifting on the bed, I knelt on the mattress and crawled towards him where he was standing on the edge of the bed. I stayed on my knees and looked up at him. “Teach me.” I took a shaky breath and repeated, “Teach me how to touch myself, James.”
He was quiet for a moment before he took a lock of my hair and rubbed it between his fingers. “Is that how you want to address your teacher, your dad’s best friend? Or was it Daddy?”
My entire body flushed but it was too late. We both had crossed that line.
“What do you want me to call you?”
“I think we both know the answer to that.”
“D-daddy?”
He smiled, his large hand caressing my cheek. “Yes, Princess?”
I leaned into his touch and said, “Will you teach me how to cum?”
James bent down to look me straight in the eye and said, “What will I get in return?”
I squirmed feeling the pressure between my legs increase. It was like all the times I would wake up from wet dreams. It was an aching need to hold his hand and lead it between my thighs so he could touch me exactly where I wanted him the most.
His eyes noted my movements and he clucked his tongue in a stern matter. My lips parted when he wrapped his hand around my throat, just holding it, and my ache increased tenfold.
“I asked you a question, Princess. Stay still and answer.”