Teaching My Little One

Chapter Twenty

KANIAH'S POINT OF VIEW

I change out of my clothes and  lay down under the soft blankets wrapping them around me. I always slept with four or more blankets with my fan on. My phone goes off ringing with a new notification.

Ambrose: Hey, little love. You asleep?

Me: Not yet. What's up?

Ambrose: Oh nothing, just thinking of that sweet pussy of yours.

I get wet.

Me: Well too bad you weren't the one touching me in the backseat 😏.

Ambrose : Don't tempt me, princess.
...

Ambrose : Why don't you go ahead and remove your panties hmmm?

Me: For what?

Ambrose : Do it.

I remove my panties from my small waist and respond back.

Me: I took them off.

Ambrose : Good, now touch your pussy for me.

I touch my pussy like he told me to. Being a good girl, i lick my fingers making my clit wet and slippery.

Ambrose: Go faster.

Me: Y-yes daddy.

Ambrose: Mm, such a good girl. Did you like it when Hudson touched your tiny pussy?

Me: Yes!

INCOMING CALL: 'My King.' (Ambrose)

I answer the phone moaning and putting it to my ear.

"You like it when you touch your wet pussy don't you??"

"Yyeeessss." I moan.

"Are you close, baby?"

"Yes daddy!" I screech into the phone.

"Don't cum. Remember when Hudson said you'd be punished for moaning so loud in the car?"

I don't answer. I just keep moaning and squeezing my eyes waiting till he says I can cum.

"Answer me."

"Yes, sir. I remember."

"Well this is your punishment. No cumming."

"Ugh! Why nott?"

"Because you've been bad."

I remove my hand from my soaked cunt and put my painties back on.

"Well, then sleep on the phone with me. I feel safe around you."

"Y-you want to sleep on the phone?"

That's the first time i've ever heard him sound nervous.

"Yes, is that okay?" I say blushing even though he can't see me.

"Of course, little dove. Sleep."

I keep the phone to my ear and slowly drift off to sleep.

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I wake up to groaning in my ear. The hell??

I lift my head from my hot pillow and look around my room looking for the sound. I look down and see my phone lit up with the call screen.

'My King' (Ambrose)

Eight hours and seven minutes ? What the fuck. I put my ear back to the phone and hear him continuously groaning and saying my name.