Daddy's Game by Normandie Alleman Page A

see you getting wet for Daddy.”
    He could see by the twinkle in her eyes that she took pleasure in his words. He stood, put his Tom Ford sunglasses back on, and ushered her outside, his hand resting on the small of her back protectively.
    Outside, he nodded to the driver he’d hired to bring Carmen to the restaurant. He and Carmen climbed into the back of the town car, and he gave the driver an address, then pressed a button that closed the privacy glass. He’d have someone pick up his car later.
    “Pull that dress up to your waist,” he growled.
    A glimmer of excitement crossed her face as she gathered the hem and hiked it up. The movement was awkward from her seated position, and he liked watching her have to struggle slightly to obey.
    “Open your legs and let Daddy see what you’ve got for me.”
    He moved to the seat across from her for a better view of the show.
    Tentatively she parted her knees.
    “More.”
    She splayed her legs.
    “Wider.”
    She complied, spreading her thighs as wide as she could. “Natron…” she pleaded.
    “Yes?”
    “This is embarrassing,” she squeaked.
    “But it pleases me. And you want to please me, don’t you?”
    She nodded.
    “Words. Use words,” he chided.
    “Yes, sir,” she said, bowing her head.
    “Good girl. Now, I want to see you play with that pussy. What were my instructions for you in the bathroom earlier?”
    “Finger myself fifty times, then make circles on my clit for fifty counts. And to do it three times.”
    “Good. Do it again.”
    He settled back into his seat, fighting the urge to unzip his fly and relieve the pressure of his hardening cock.
    She closed her eyes and brought her fingers down to her pussy. She needed to hunch over slightly to be able to fuck herself with them, and his cock pulsed as she dipped her hand in and out, soaking her fingers with her own juices.
    When she’d finished the first round of ministrations, he commanded, “Taste yourself.”
    Humiliation clouded her face. He knew this made her uncomfortable and seeing her squirm aroused him all the more.
    She inserted her fingers into her mouth, sucking, then removing them in a quick gesture.
    “Not so fast. I want you to enjoy it. What do you taste like?”
    “I don’t know, Natron. Tangy. It’s kinda gross.”
    “You’re going to learn to like it,” he assured her. “Continue.”
    He held back a self-satisfied smirk, watching her pleasure herself. When she reached fifty, he said, “Now taste yourself again. This time I want you to enjoy it.”
    She lifted her fingers to her mouth and made a face.
    He ignored her show of distaste. “That’s it. Suckle on them. I want you to think about my cock, pretend you’re sucking on me.”
    That appeared to help, because her face took on a wanton expression and she licked and suckled her fingers with a fresh passion.
    “Good girl. Now think about my face between your legs. Think about me licking, nipping, tormenting your sweet little pussy.”
    She moaned.
    “Yeah, you like that?”
    She nodded.
    “You taste delicious to me. Why would I ask you to taste yourself if I didn’t think your juices were yummy, babygirl? Think about how much I like to devour you.”
    Her other hand traveled south and began stroking her clit.
    “Uh uh uh. No, you don’t. Now it’s Daddy’s turn.”
    Dropping on the limo floor on his knees, he closed the distance between them.
    “Take your hands and lace them behind your head.”
    She complied, the arch of her back another indicator of her arousal.
    “Time to see how wet you are for Daddy,” he said, then bent his head between her legs.
    He started by running his tongue along the outside of her inner thighs. Her hips bucked and she groaned, spreading her legs even farther apart.
    He inserted a finger and lapped up her copious juices. She tasted truly delicious to him. In any case, he would train her to love her own unique flavor.
    Her delicate folds called to him and he used his tongue to torture