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“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”, Daddy gritted through his teeth on the other end of the line. My breath quickens. I know Daddy’s raging now, but I can’t help myself. Especially when he’s red in the face, it’s so fucking hot to me. “Just havin’ a bit of fun, Daddy,” I pout in response. “Exactly, and I told you there’s no play while I’m away. Enjoy yourself now because when I’m home, your ass is mine.” Click, and the line disconnects. Shivers go up my spine and a sudden chill encloses me.
He’s mad now. I’ve never heard him like this before. Even during our hottest playtime. And he’s never ever hung up on me without reminding me how I’m his special little girl. Uh oh, there’s something about rebelling this time that was, different, somehow. Continue reading “Every Daddy Needs A Sammy – Part Two”