He started teasing me like that, holding the vibrating lantern against my clit for just a few seconds at a time, building up the heat and pressure inside me until I was squirming under him, my hips grinding up trying to get more contact, but then he would take it away right when I was about to explode.

  Sweat started forming on my skin, making me sticky, and my breaths were coming in short gasps.

  “Please, Mr. Thorne, I need more, please Daddy,” I whimpered without thinking, the word just coming out, and it shocked me how right it felt in that moment.

  Why did I call him that?

  But...