“You’re going to have fun. I promise. Now, spread your legs for me, real wide so I can see your wet little pussy. I want to see it all. Show Daddy.” He maneuvered himself between her legs, helping her open wider when she seemed frozen with indecision.
Settling himself between her thighs, he ran his thumbs over her pussy lips before prying them apart, exposing the glistening flesh beneath.
“Such a sweet girl for Daddy.” He looked up the length of her body. Her stomach and chest rose and fell quickly as her breathing picked up speed. Tears ran down her cheeks, and her hands were fisted at her ears.
The Lullaby should be taking down her barriers easier than this. She shouldn’t be wound so tight.
“Ariana, are you sure you drank up all your medicine?” he asked.
She pulled her hands down and nodded. “All of it, Daddy.”
He stared at her.
“I drank all of it, Daddy. I promise,” she said with a small smile playing on her lips.
Trusting her words, though her actions seemed suspicious, Costello continued on. “Daddy’s going to give you kisses now. Just relax and feel it, okay?”
She gave a small nod and moved her hands to her sides, flexing them.
He suckled Ariana’s clit into his mouth and ran his tongue over the sensitive little bud. Her breath hitched and her body froze. He grinned and continued to nibble. She wiggled beneath him, but he wouldn’t be deterred.
“Stay still for Daddy. I’m giving you kisses.” He ran his tongue down the length of her pussy, circling it just inside of the entrance.
“Oh, no,” she whispered above him, but he wasn’t done. He leaned up and pressed the tip of his middle finger to the opening of her pussy.
“Shhh, sweet girl, Daddy’s touching you; all you have to do is be a good girl.” He slowly eased his middle finger into her heated channel. Her body clenched around him.
“No…please…” she protested softly.
“Shhh,” he said again, slipping his finger out enough to see the wetness on his skin before gliding it back inside. “Such a pretty pussy. And it’s all mine.” He lowered himself again and flicked his tongue over her clit harder and harder while matching the intensity with the thrusts of his finger.
“Oh…please…oh…” She contradicted her pleas with lifting her hips from the mattress, seeking out his tongue.
He eased a second finger into her, curling them both until she cried out. Perfect. Slowly, he rubbed the inside of her pussy, while he increased the force of his licks against her clit. Her breathing shortened into fevered pants, and her hips bucked beneath him.
His little girl was close.
“That’s it. You’re so close, so close for Daddy. I want you to let it happen, Ariana. Your body is being a good girl for Daddy.”
He stroked her faster and suckled hard on her clit. Her thighs shook, her body coiled tight and with one more stroke, she let loose an ear-piercing scream of pleasure.
“FUUUUCCKK!!!” she yelled and fisted his hair while bucking harder up at him. He slowed his licks and eased his fingers from her passage when she released him, and her head fell back against the pillows.
He pushed himself up on his elbows and glared at her.
With her face flushed, her breathing still erratic, she raised her gaze to meet his.
“Ariana.” He pushed her leg out of his way and stood from the bed. With his hands fisted on his hips, he kept his hot stare on her. “What did you say?”
Her hand covered her mouth.
“I…I’m sorry,” she hurried to apologize from behind her fingers.
Costello grabbed hold of her arm and dragged her from the bed. He’d been positioned as a Daddy in the House for a little over a year, with one more to go before he earned the move up in rank in the Romero family. In that year, he’d never had a girl grab him the way she had while she rode her orgasm or screamed out with a curse word.
Maybe he’d taken her too quickly to his room. Maybe she needed more time, needed to understand where exactly she was and how she was to behave. The Lullaby should have taken care of that. It should have worked to keep her mental age low enough to be pliable and innocent. And yet, his little girl just screamed fuck while fisting his hair.
“Daddy, I’m sorry…so sorry… please.” She tried to tug free of his grip, but he wasn’t messing around.
He yanked her across his bedroom to the corner, pressing her into it. She tried to twist around to look at him, but he delivered a hard smack to her ass, and she quickly thought better of it.
Sniffles came easily after the second spank and he released her arm, sure she wouldn’t try to bolt from the corner.
“Do you know why you’re standing here in the corner, Ariana?” He moved behind her, folding his arms over his chest. The muscles in her back tensed, and her shoulders shook slightly.