My mind races with possibilities: Maybe my new Daddy would share me too, or record me, or decide I wasn’t good enough after all. A soft whimper escapes me as I search for Ted’s face, my expression a mixture of desperate hope and fearful anticipation. My neglected c**k gives a weak twitch against my sticky stomach, still oversensitive from my earlier release.
“I… I’ll do anything,” I blurt out suddenly, my voice cracking. “Please don’t… don’t make me go back to…” I trail off, unable to finish the thought about my previous “Daddy.” Fresh tears spill over as I press my face against Ted’s chest, trembling violently. “Want to be yours… only yours…” I mumble into the fabric, the admission coming out muffled and broken.
“That’s what the ‘but’ was about, princess. I won’t share you with another
