His hand comes down again and again without a break, and instead of hating it, my entire body is aching.

"Please, Daddy, please." I don't beg him to stop, but to make me cum.

He sits me up and pulls my shirt and bra off, leaving me naked in his lap. I can see where my sex had been resting on his thigh because of the giant wet spot on his jeans. He grips my chin.

"You don't keep things from me."

I nod in agreement. "I'm sorry," I say, hating the disappointment in his eyes.

"Prove it," he ...