Chapter Eighteen- More Unrequested Bonding Time With Daddy Part Three

*UNEDITED*

I closed my eyes and relinquished all control. I told myself that whatever will happen, will happen and I will bear the ramifications later. I could not take it anymore, I needed him to touch me, to extinguish these raging flames burning deeply inside me. But I was not going to say anything, I was not ready to tell daddy that I was prepared to be his little whore, I was simply going to let him do as he pleases to me.

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Much to my surprise, the Devil did not strike me with his hand, no, instead of spanking me, he repositioned me until I was seated on his lap. My stomach was churning, wringing to knots when he nuzzled his nose into the nape of my neck and his hot breath caressed my skin, seeped into my pores delightfully and congealed my body. I was as stiff as a mannequin when he wrapped his arms around me and his lips grazed the shell of my ear.

"What do you think you are doing, princess?" His voice permeated my ears in such robust waves, characterized by a tinge of irateness, bassful power and velvety smoothness.

"Daddy?" I stuttered, my mind dabbling as I struggled to recall what I could have possibly done to displease him while I battled not to think about the warmth effusing from his crotch and diffusing into my groin, straight to my butt. My skirt had ridden up while I was bent over and when he repositioned me, it did not go down so I had only my filmy panties as the barrier between my nether regions and his trousers. Both his hands laid flatly on my thighs and he drew me even closer and that's when my derriere experienced a change of scenery. I am becoming increasingly familiar with his otherworldly size. I got some consolation in knowing that he was just as turned on as I was.

"The thought you strutting around in public in such a tiny skirt displeases me. I would like to believe that you have not dared to think of bending over in this scanty garment." Some shallow gasps erupted out of me when he roughly tugged at my school skirt and fisted it. My school is short, but that's what the designer found to be ideal, I did not trim it or deliberately choose one of this length.

"No daddy, I promise you." I bit onto my lips to muffle the moans threatening to spill out of me as he wedged his hand between my thighs and my juices continued to spill.

"Then you will have no problem with me burning it and buying you one of my desired length." He was not asking for my opinion, no, I did not have a say in the matter. I felt just like Tarlia, fuck this man was rocking my world. If I get any wetter, I'm going to stain his trousers, the scent of sex is already evident.

"Yes daddy, no- no problem at all." I closed my eyes and relinquished all control. I told myself that whatever will happen, will happen and I will bear the ramifications later. I could not take it anymore, I needed him to touch me, to extinguish these raging flames burning deeply inside me. But I was not going to say anything, I was not ready to tell daddy that I was prepared to be his little whore, I was simply going to let him do as he pleases to me. "I am so sorry daddy." I whispered breathlessly, chanting the five words at least five times. I was not thinking straight at this point, I was being selfish and I was not even thinking about my mother in the next vehicle, I just needed to allow myself some pleasure, just this time, just this once.

As if he could detect the immeasurable degree of my yearning, my longing, my burning hunger for his touch, he decided to taunt me, to tantalize me and threaten to leave me undone and unsatisfied. My breathing became more rugged by the second as his lips brushed along my neck and below my ear ever so lightly, offering the tiniest of stimulation, promising me more, but offering me less. I began fidgeting a bit and it wasn't until that muffled groan hit my ears, that I realised that my uneasiness was pleasuring him. By moving so much, I was grinding into the hardness straining his tight fitting suit pants and when I became aware of what I was doing, I decided to certify my actions as deliberate. I started off slowly, reveling in the satisfaction of hearing his breathing slow and his body temperature increase. He just had to wrapped his calloused hand around my neck and finish me off, but he remained idle, making me frustrated. That's when I considered that my apology did not satisfy him and I began to utter all sorts of things to make- up for the fact that I could not moan out loud and beg him touch me.

"Please forgive me, daddy, I did not mean to anger you, please believe me, daddy. I want you pleased, always, I only want to please you, please, tell me what will please you, daddy, I will do whatever it takes, anything you ask of me, anything at all. I am ready to receive my punishment, any form of punishment you see fit… please…" Without a single strand of thought, I grabbed both his hands and started directing them up my thighs, opening them a bit to allow him easier access. The bulge cushioning my panty- clad butt felt to be getting bigger and more rigid, and that encouraged me to grind with even more zeal. My walls clenched and my vagina throbbed in blissful anticipation as his fingers got nearer and nearer to my warmth. "Please daddy, tell me what to do, I will do anything to please you again, anything at all-"

"We have arrived, my Lord." My eyes shot open at the chauffeur's voice and I froze in place, feeling like I had suddenly sobered up or recovered from a delirious state. Without his permission, I removed myself from his lap and pulled my skirt down. I kept my stare downcast despite the overwhelming temptation to steal a glimpse of his very prominent, undeniable dick print.

What the fuck had gotten into me?!

Now mom is going to see him with a hard-on again, after being in my company. If she had any doubts then….

Fuck!

Varto opened the door for me yet again and I was still so shaken, that I faltered and bumped into his chest on my way out. Had he not caught me, I would have met the hard ground gracelessly and my skirt would have probably flown up and exposed my soaked underwear to my bodyguard. Daddy would not be pleased. I wanted to whisper a few words of gratitude to him, but I knew that my father's acute ears would not miss the words and he would not approve.

Chilly gusts of wind swept across the landscape and I was surprised to know that we had crossed into the city of Ackenshire and were at one of his private hotels which were once opened to the public before being snatched from their owners. The hotel's name actually translated to Sinful Paradise, it was a haven for the rich and famous, for shady politicians who wished to keep their after dark affairs arcane. This was a paradise for sinners, I hope the night will expire without me adding to the list of sinners. The Devil and my mother walked hand in hand, something they only practiced in public and I walked beside Varto and his immediate successor: Largin. The hotel was a phenomenal piece of architecture, it was a white palace styled like a Victorian style manor merged with a castle and a modern sea- side penthouse. The Paradise has twenty floors and I am going to make sure that I choose a room on the farthest floor to the Devil's.

Whatever that had possessed me in the car cannot possess me again, now I cannot bear to look my mother in the eyes, whenever she looked at me, I felt like she knew.