Tears filled her wide eyes, but she didn’t argue with him. His balls tightened at the blush creeping across her cheeks.
“Go on, open wide.” He slowly stroked his cock, bringing the head to her lips. A small bead of precum formed, and he wiped it along her lip. “Lick that up first, little girl,” he ordered, still holding her chin.
Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth and swiped up his gift.
“Good, now open wide.” He pushed his dick past her lips just as she started to obey, not giving her time to fully comply.
She gagged immediately when he hit the back of her throat, but he held on to her chin hard, keeping her in place.
“No. No.” He clenched his eyes closed, gaining something resembling control. “Breathe through your nose. Swallow me down,” he ordered.
When she got herself under control, he slowly eased out of her mouth.
“Use your tongue, Ariana. That’s right, lick under my cock.”
He began pumping in and out of her mouth slowly at first. Being a bright girl, she caught on quick. She wrapped her lips tightly around his shaft and began to suck while flicking her tongue along the sensitive spot under the head of his dick.
“Fuck, yes.” He held on to her chin and continued to fuck her throat harder and harder. Being such a good girl, she braced herself with her hands on his thighs, but she didn’t try to pull away, taking all of his cock down her throat.
He glanced down at her. Tears streaked her cheeks, her lips stretched around his cock. He groaned and felt the first waves of his release charging down on him. He shouldn’t have waited so long to find his relief.
“Open wide, sweet thing,” he said and once she had her mouth opened as wide as she could, he pumped into her. “Swallow. Fucking hell, Ariana, swallow it all.” He stepped closer to her, straddling her kneeling form and thrust hard into her throat as his orgasm exploded through him. Over and over, his cock spurted his cum into her mouth.
His chest heaved from his harsh breathing and he released her, stepping back. A milky white drop of his cum sat on her lip.
“Lick that up.” He pointed to it. “You never let Daddy’s cum go to waste. Never.” He tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped himself up.
She lapped up the droplet and sank back on her heels.
“You made Daddy feel real good, Ariana,” he said, still looking down at her. Her lips curled upward at the edges. “Sometimes Daddy will reward you, but tonight I want you to go to bed with your pussy wet for me. It makes me happy knowing you’re ready for me if I come to you during the night. And sometimes, Daddy will come to you.”
She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” He picked up her nightgown and handed it to her. “Go on and get dressed. I’ll call Maria to come take you for your bath now.” He went to the dresser and picked up his phone, texting the nanny to come collect Ariana.
When he turned around and saw she was fumbling with one of the ribbons, he brushed her hands away and did it himself.
“Can I sleep with you?” she asked quietly as he worked the pink ribbon through the loop.
He stilled for a brief moment. She wasn’t the first girl to ask, but it was the first time it gave him pause. Sleeping with the Daddies would give her too much hope that she wasn’t going to be sent for adoption. It would also give the appearance that the Daddy had gotten too close to her. Both dangerous things.
“No, Ariana,” he said. “Not tonight,” he added quickly.
A knock came on the door.
“Maria’s here,” she said softly, touching her fingertips to his chin. Did she want him to kiss her again? No. Lullaby girls didn’t think that way. Even with a lower dose of the medicine.
“Don’t keep her waiting.” Costello jerked away from her and smacked her ass. “Go on.” He cleared his throat and walked toward his bathroom. She needed to get back to her room, beneath her own covers, and safely away from him.
Before he got them both put to sleep.
It was playtime. Ariana looked around the room at all the other women, unable to stop wishing that she could, for once, be just like them.
No worries.
Not a care in the world.
But that was never going to happen. And in all honesty, she didn’t truly want it to happen. Yet, when she looked at them all playing happily with their dolls, it hurt that she wasn’t as content as they appeared to be.
She’d been in the House for a week, pretending every moment of every day that she was a young girl just like the others. The energy it took to act as someone she wasn’t drained her, leaving her exhausted by the time bedtime came around. And she didn’t get much rest then, either.