LILA.

“Send it.”

My thumbs were wet. I hit send.

*Daddy got you home safe.*

The little check marks appeared. Mia would see it in the morning and laugh and never know her father was buried in me up to the base while I typed it.

He took the phone out of my hand, deleted the thread himself, and set it face down on the blotter.

“Good girl. Now open.”

He pulled out of me. The loss made me whimper. Come and my own slick ran down the inside of my thighs and onto his desk.

He stood between my legs, cock glistening, still hard, the head dark and wet....