Daddy's voice, a rich, velvety baritone, wraps around her like a lover's embrace. "Eyes closed, baby," he murmurs, his breath hot on her ear. She nods, her heart pounding in her chest. "Good girl," he purrs, his fingers trailing down her spine, making her shiver. "Now, touch yourself. Let me hear you." She hesitates, then tentatively reaches between her legs, her fingers finding her slick folds. Her moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurs Daddy on. "That's it, baby. Feel how wet you are for me," he growls, his voice laced with lust. She can feel his gaze on her, intense, hungry. "You're ready, aren't you, good girl?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. She nods, her breath coming in short gasps. "Say it," he demands. "I'm ready, Daddy," she whispers, her voice laden with desire.