Lina's POV
Shame burned through me, hotter than the welts on my ass. I was dripping—my arousal coating my inner thighs, slick and obscene. My body had betrayed me completely.
I couldn't answer. Couldn't deny it.
His fingers pushed inside me without warning—two at once, stretching me, curling to hit that spot that made my vision blur.
"Answer me," he demanded.
"Yes," I gasped. "Yes, I'm Daddy's little slut."
"That's my girl."
He pumped his fingers slowly, torturously, his thumb finding my c**t and rubbing tight circles that had me writhing beneath him. The pleasure was too much and not enough all at once—building and building until I was trembling on the edge.
Then he pulled his fingers out.
"No," I whimpered, pushing back desperately. "Please—"
"Patience."
