Warning: sexual content
"Hey baby, I'm gonna ask you something, and I need you to be honest," he said, leaning in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed and eyes locked on you.
"Okay... what is it, Daddy?" you asked, voice innocent and soft.
He held something up in his hand.
"I was looking for something in the bathroom earlier... and came across this."
A pink rabbit vibrator dangled from his fingers.
"Oh my God, J!" you gasped, face flushing with embarrassment. Your stomach dropped. You hadn't wanted him to find that. It wasn't like he didn't satisfy you—he always did. He knew exactly how to take you to euphoria. But when he wasn't home... it was different. You had to do what you had to do.
"What're you doing with this, huh? I'm not good enough for you, baby?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, voice low and dangerous.
"No, you are! You are," you said quickly. "It's just... sometimes I get horny and you're not home. So... I gotta handle it myself."
His eyes darkened.
"You watch porn?" he asked, tension building in his voice.
"No! Of course not," you said, flustered. "I be thinking about you."
"Oh, really?" A wicked grin spread across his face. "What do you think about, baby?"
You looked away, heat rising to your cheeks. "I think about how you touch me..."
"You say my name when you do it?"
"Yeah..." you whispered.
"Alright, I'm done talking about it ca—"
"But I'm not," he interrupted, tossing the toy onto the bed.
"Show me how you do it, baby."
Your eyes widened. "What?"
"Show Daddy how you touch yourself." That grin was feral now.
"Do I have to?" you asked, nerves creeping in.
"Yes," he said, voice thick with frustration and lust.
"Okay..."
You slid your shorts and panties down slowly, letting them fall to the floor. You picked up the toy, parting your legs, a shiver running through you as cool air kissed your heat. He watched, breathing uneven, chest rising and falling.
"Go ahead, baby. Don't be shy," he growled.
His voice alone made you wetter. You turned on the toy and started to gently circle your clit.
"Ugh..." you moaned softly.
You kept moving slow, teasing yourself, slipping it in just a little before pulling it back out. Your eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back.
"Look at me, baby," he ordered, his voice rough.
You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze—and that alone sent a thrill through you. The bulge in his pants was impossible to miss. Watching you drove him wild.
You moved faster now, the toy buzzing against your clit, thighs trembling.
"Oh, fuck, Daddy!" you moaned, head falling back again.
"Fuck that," he growled.
In a flash, he stormed over, yanked the toy away, and shoved himself between your legs.
"I can do way better than a fucking toy, baby," he muttered, undoing his pants. "You know that, right?"
You nodded quickly, biting your bottom lip.
"Use your words, baby."
Before you could even speak, he slid into you, making you gasp.
"I don't wanna see that fucking toy again, you understand me?" he growled in your ear, thrusting deep.
"I'm the only one who makes you scream my name. You got that?"
"Y-yes, sir!" you cried, clawing at his back.
Who knew Jack Napier would get jealous... over a toy?
