Negotiation: Daddy P.I. 0.5 by E Frost (self help books to read .TXT) 📕

hip three times. Three, I’m going to spank your pussy to warm you up. This is not discipline or something to be endured. This is to get those endorphins flowing and make your pussy nice and swollen for Daddy to fuck. If it hurts in a bad way, let me know. Are we clear?”

Closing my teeth lightly on his thumb so it doesn’t slip out of my mouth, I nod.

“Good girl. I know you’re going to follow these rules because you’re my sweet baby girl, Emily. I’m very pleased with the way you follow direction.”

I nod again and mumble around his thumb. “Except when I weach for the check.”

Logan chuckles. “You won’t do that again, will you?”

I shake my head. “Newwer, newwer, newwer.”

“That’s my girl. I’m sorry I said you were scatty, sweetheart. You’re not. You’re just easily distracted, so Daddy’s job will be to help you stay focused. You don’t mind the things Daddy does to help you focus, do you?”

Thinking of the butt-plug, I peer up at him uncertainly. He chuckles again. “We’ll get there. Open up, baby. Let Daddy give you something nicer to suck on.”

I release his thumb reluctantly, because I was enjoying sucking on it, but what’s coming is better. I open my mouth wide and Logan slides the tip of his cock in.

Keeping in mind his rule, I close my lips around his cock head. The angle’s weird—I’m used to facing the other way—but after a moment’s adjustment, it’s wonderful. He fills my mouth, pressing up against my tongue. I lick all around his tip, wetting him, laving the firm skin, getting my first real taste of him. Fresh from the shower, he tastes good. Slightly peanutty, like he smells. I enjoy his taste, the firmness of the flesh filling my mouth, for several moments while he strokes his way down my body. He taps his fingers firmly against my mons and I scrape my bottom teeth over the ridge of his corona, knowing from the ride back that he likes a little pain. That elicits an “oh, fuck” from him that makes me smile, and earns me a harder tap across my mons, which makes me writhe.

He pushes a little deeper, sliding his corona past my teeth, then pulls back until I just have his tip again. I lick and flick and swirl, giving him all the different motions I’ve learned. Logan may have to train my throat if he likes it as rough and deep as Master Javier but he won’t have to train my mouth.

“Oh, baby, I think we’ve found your superpower.” He reaches down to cup my cheek. His fingertips circle over my skin before he slides his hand to the back of my neck. His fingers tighten, massaging. Then he tilts my head back and slides his cock all the way in. He’s not pushing, not choking me, just seeing how deep I can take him. I suck in a breath through my nose before he cuts off my air and when he hits the back of my throat, swallow-swallow-swallow against my gag reflex.

His tortured groan makes me laugh, a smothered hum that vibrates my throat and tongue against him. His balls jerk and he slides back. I take a breath through my nose in case he thrusts back in, but he keeps withdrawing until I just have his tip between my lips again.

“Fuck, baby doll. We’re going to be doing a lot of that. But not tonight, or I won’t last. You can have what you’ve got right now but no more. Are we clear?”

“Yethhir,” I mumble around him and go back to happily sucking on his cock head.

Logan releases my neck and lowers himself so his chest is resting against my ribs and stomach. Holy shit, he’s heavy. It’s like having a horse roll over on me. I couldn’t shift him if I tried with all my strength. But I love his weight. It makes me feel mastered, controlled, even more than the position and his cock in my mouth. I want to tell him, thank him, but pinioned like this, with my mouth full, all I can do is suck him even more enthusiastically.

I feel his breath whisper over the skin of my mons before the wet heat of his mouth descends. He seals his mouth over me and sucks hard, making me arch off the bed and squeal around his cock head. Chuckling, Logan sucks until I’m tingling and my clit feels like it’s going to explode. Then he lifts himself off me and slaps my slick, open lips.

I wail around his cock. My whole body shudders as heat races to my groin. It feels like he’s lit a bonfire between my thighs. Good God. He slaps me again and the bonfire flares to a firestorm, racing up into my belly and down my legs.

He lowers his belly onto me and cants his hips, pushing his cock a little deeper into my mouth, a move I greet with wild sucking that makes him growl. I shiver to hear that deep, wolfy growl. Every time he growls, I feel like he’s struck a gong deep inside me. The reverberations reach, and heat, me all the way down into my bones.

He wraps one arm around my leg, holding my knee up while he sucks on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and rains steady slaps down on my labia. I buck and writhe with the insane heat he’s raising in me, grateful for him pinning me down, or I’d be kicking myself right off the bed.

“Mmm, that’s beautiful, baby doll,” Logan says, pushing up, shifting his weight backwards and taking away my new favorite toy. I pant and whimper at the loss.

He reaches down and cups my head, lifting it so I can see down my body. My labia are bright pink, and my clit is so engorged it’s sticking up like a bullet between my inflamed lips.

“Daddy, Daddy, please,” I beg.

Logan chuckles. “What’s wrong, baby