"Daddy? Are you serious? Why not 'sir', or 'master'? Why 'daddy'?" But she was rolling her eyes and leaning against the bars -- just her shoulder pressed there, not her face or her chest. But it was more of a casual lean. Like she was comfortable here. She hadn't spent much time in the brig, but she had been in a prison for a while, once she'd gotten out of the Freelancer program the first time. But that was neither here nor there.
"Why don't you bend those little toy bars, come over here, and I'll get on my knees and suck your dick? I'll even swallow." She was teasing, of course, but the tone didn't give that away. She sounded perfectly serious -- but Church knew her better than that, he had to know that she certainly wasn't going to make good on her promise. Not any time soon, at least.