“Do you want to cum right now, Daddy?” Claire asked. “Just think how nice it will be if you wait.”
“I want…oh fuck, oh my fucking god…I want to wait,” he said.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Beg Claire not to let you cum,” said Brooke.
“Please, Claire,” he breathed. His thoughts were completely gone. “Oh fuck, please don’t let me cum.”
Claire giggled. “Do you think you can last eight days?” she asked. “Eight days of this?”
He gasped.
“Tell her why it will be worth the wait,” Molly commanded him.
“Because…” he struggled. “Because I’ll get to see you.”
Claire blushed again but nodded. “That’s right,” she said. She lifted a hand and
slipped off one of the straps of her tank top, teasing him with just the sight of her bare shoulder. “I think you’ll have earned it. But only if you can be strong, and honest with us, until then.”
“Are you excited to lick up your mess?” Brooke asked.
Robert nodded furiously again.
“Ask Claire–nicely– for permission to lick your cum off her foot.”
“Please Claire…please can I lick my cum off your foot?”
Claire beamed at him. “Of course you can, daddy,” she whispered.
And then the change of sensation struck him like a train. Molly recoiled and pushed Brooke gently away. Claire backed up just enough to give Robert space, and kept her foot poised for him. And Robert fell to his knees, lapping hungrily at the precum that he leaked onto her skin.
“Aw, he’s dripping on the floor,” Brooke laughed.
“It’s okay,” Claire said gently, and Robert felt her shudder. “It’s okay. You can clean that all up too.”
Robert’s head was still down, as Brooke approached and kissed Claire hard on the mouth. He heard his daughter moan.
“I’ll be expecting a glowing recommendation letter,” Molly giggled, as she stood. “I’ll leave you three to it. And Mister Decker…I can’t wait for your birthday!”
Robert kept kneeling with his mouth at Claire’s foot until Brooke pushed him away.
“Bye, Molly!” Brooke called towards the front door. Robert was in too much of a daze to even speak.
“Please…” Claire moaned, as Brooke backed away from her.
“Mister Decker, you made quite a mess,” Brooke observed, looking pointedly down to the kitchen tile beneath him, covered in tiny drops of precum that were still dripping from his cage. “So why don’t you clean that all up…I have to take Claire up to our bedroom.”
“One thing, first,” Claire breathed. She reached over to the kitchen table and put Robert’s chastity keys around her neck. They glinted at her cleavage. When had those gotten there? “I’m proud of you, daddy,” she said. “I hope we can make this such a good week for you.”
Robert only knelt, frozen and out of breath.
“I might leave the door open, just so you can hear everything,” Brooke teased. “No peeking, though–okay? If you need to play with yourself, you know where we are!”
Claire was a furious red but followed Brooke eagerly from the kitchen.
And Robert dripped again, as the sounds of their moans and ecstasy began to drift down the stairs towards him.
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