Page 13 of Swing and a Little Miss

Royce reached into the bag and pulled out a purple silicone dildo with a slightly curved tip. It wasn’t huge or intimidating but was definitely designed for pleasure rather than play.

"Oh." I exhaled slowly, feeling a flush spread across my chest that had nothing to do with the warm water. The toy looked expensive, nothing like the cheap vibrator I kept hidden in my nightstand. “Wow.”

"It's waterproof." Royce’s voice dropped lower. "In case you want to play a different kind of game."

The contrast between the innocent bath toys floating around me and the sleek sex toy in his hand created a delicious tension inside me that I wanted to explore.

"I'd like that." My voice was soft but not childlike. This was an adult desire, even if it was technically a toy.

Royce dipped the toy into the water to warm it and moved it to the bottom of my foot, tickling me before dragging it up the inside of my thigh. "You know the stoplight system?”

I nodded and let my knees fall open, giving him full access to my center. “Red, yellow, green.”

“Good girl.” He gently moved the silicone over my clit, and I shivered. “You can stop me at any time by saying red or slow me down by saying yellow. Do you understand? This is all about making you feel good."

"I know." I nodded and tilted my hips to have more contact. I trusted Royce implicitly and knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

Royce's eyes darkened as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. "You're so beautiful, Abby."

The smooth silicone teased my opening, but he didn’t push it inside. I bit my lip and watched Royce's face as he watched mine. "Feel good?" He slid it between my folds, circling my clit with the perfect amount of pressure to make me moan.

“Gawd, yes.” The warm water lapped against my skin with each small movement, but my nipples were poking out above the surface, pebbled hard from the cool air on it. “It feels really good.”

Royce teased me by edging me close and then moving the toy away while his eyes never left my face. “You’re getting close, sweetheart.”

"Yes, I need you, Daddy," I whispered, shifting my hips to chase the friction I needed.

"Tell Daddy what you need, baby girl." His voice was tender but firm.

The words sent a jolt through me, pleasure and submission intertwined. "Make me come."

Royce pressed the toy against me more firmly, sliding it along my clit and running it over my opening. The water provided a slippery friction that was different from anything I'd felt before.

“More of that.” My head tipped back and my eyes half closed as I focused on every touch. My hands moved up to my tits, cupping them and squeezing the nipples to send sharp spikes of pain right to my nub.

"That's it, baby." Royce’s free hand rested on my knee and provided slight pressure, anchoring me. "Let go for me."

The toy circled my opening but never pushed inside. My breaths quickened, and small whimpering sounds escaped my throat without my permission.

He pressed more insistently, and I thought he might slide it inside me. Part of me wanted him to, but another part wanted to only have him inside me.

I reached through the water and caught his wrist. "Wait."

He immediately stilled as concern flashed across his face. "Too much?"

"No." I sat up straighter and held my arms out to be lifted from the tub. "It’s not enough."

His brow furrowed in confusion as he pulled back.

"I don't want that inside me, Daddy. " I nodded at the toy in his hand. "I want you. I want a real Daddy dick, not pretend."

“Christ, baby. You’re killing me here.” The bluntness of my words seemed to short-circuit something in Royce's brain. He stared at me with the forgotten dildo in his hand. "Are you sure? We don't have to rush?—"

"I'm sure." I shook my arms to get his attention there. “Out, please.”

In one fluid motion, Royce stood and grabbed a large pink towel from the rack. He held it open and then pulled me up into it. "Then let's get you dried off, baby girl."

Water cascaded down my body as Royce dried me off, no longer trying to control where his eyes roamed. He wrapped the towel tightly around me and then pulled me to his chest. Even through the terrycloth, I could feel his hard cock pressing against me.

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