"Mm, I'm sorry Daddy. Please discipline me so I can do better next time."
Her whisper was coquettish, compelling. A fire rose inside me, wanting to grab her, to hurt her, to please her. In a good way.
I looked at her, burning the sight into my memory. The silky hair spread to every corner as though it tried to make her seem palatable, the long neck bending a little as she raised her beautiful head to look back at me, the breasts that moved slightly with her motions as they tried to escape from her dress. The fabric hugging the perfectly shaped stomach mortals would have to work out every day for years to achieve.
Nyssa sent her long legs up, landing them on my shoulders in an inviting manner. She wriggled a little on the table, her lithe figure seducing me to begin my assault.
