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That sentence went straight through me. I dropped my forehead against his chest and kept moving, every pass over his thigh winding the pressure tighter. He adjusted his leg slightly, giving me a better angle, and I nearly sobbed.

"Oh, that's cruel, Daddy," I whispered. He chuckled. He was definitely enjoying this. I could hear it in the low vibration of his chest. My rhythm started falling apart.

"Daddy, I'm close."

"Look at me."

I forced my head up. His gaze held mine. "Such a desperate puppy," he said softly. "Using my leg because I told you that was all you were allowed."

Heat rushed across my face. "Yes, Daddy," I murmured

"And you're going to come from it anyway."

I nodded frantically, a little scared he was going to deny me.

"Use your words."

"Yes, Daddy. Please."

His fingers curled around my collar—not tightening, simply holding me there. O'li did not give it yet. Of course he didn't. His hand stayed curled around my collar while the other settled at the small of my back, keeping my body aligned over his thigh. I tried to speed up and got exactly two frantic movements before he stopped me.

"No. The pace I gave you." I made a sound that was mostly frustration. "You wanted to use Daddy. Use me properly."

That should not have been as hot as it was. I forced myself back into the slower rhythm, every drag of fabric against me almost unbearable now. My thighs were shaking. O'li watched all of it with infuriating calm, as if I were another experiment whose response he had predicted perfectly.

"Tell me what you're doing," he said.

"Humping your leg, Daddy."

"Why?"

My face burned hotter.

"Because Daddy told me to."

"And because?"

I knew exactly what he wanted.

"Because I'm needy."

His thumb stroked once over the edge of my collar. "There's my honest puppy." I nearly came from the praise alone. “Alright. Cum for me, puppy. Cum now.”

I broke with a strangled cry, hips stuttering against his thigh as pleasure rolled through me. O'li caught me when my balance disappeared, one arm wrapping around my back while the other kept me anchored against him.

"Good boy," he murmured. "That's it."

I collapsed against his chest, breathing like I'd run across the entire district. For several moments, he simply held me. Eventually his hand slid beneath my chin and tipped my face up.

"Better?"

I smiled stupidly. "Much."

His eyes dropped to the mess I'd made of my clothes and his pants. "Messy puppy." He brushed damp hair away from my forehead. "Five minutes to recover. Then you are getting cleaned up, and we still have work to do."

I tucked myself back against him.

Chapter 5. O'li