Bend Me Daddy

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.

Xoxo.

Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you."

The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please."

He paused.

Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding.

"No," he said.

It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?"

And he laughed. He laughed at me.