
(The morning after this)
“I’m sleepy,” she whined, curling up on her side and turning her head to bury her face in the mattress.
“I know, princess,” he said. He reached up to stroke her hair, but his other hand stayed on her ass, fingers gently teasing her hole. “No one said you had to wake up.”
She whined again, wordlessly this time, but shifted to raise her ass to him, giving him better access. He pressed a kiss to her hip. “Good girl.”
She heard him flick the cap of the lube open, then flinched away from the coldness that dripped onto her. He murmured an apology, kissing her thigh this time, and slowly slid a finger into her ass. She moaned into the blankets, stretching; her muscles felt tight and sleepy.
He fucked her slowly, letting her ass clench and relax around his finger. “Such a good little girl for me,” he murmured, voice low. “Letting Daddy finger your ass.” He started stroking her rim with a second finger, then slowly slid it in alongside the first. “Does my little girl like it?”
She didn’t reply. At least, not verbally. Rolling onto her stomach and starting to rub her clit against the mattress answered his question perfectly clearly.
He smiled. “Good girl.”










