Page 25 of A Father's Bliss

“Really?” Though it’s a question, I can tell by the shift of her body and slow recline, she’s already well on her way. Nipple orgasms are notorious for sneaking up on a person.

With my free hand, I release her other breast, and begin the same process of rolling it and pinching the sensitive flesh. It isn’t long until she’s leaning into me, her back arched and moans of pleasure growing louder.

“Please don’t stop.” She whimpers as I switch the toy to the other nipple, doing my best to ignore the slight friction she keeps applying as her hips begin a slight roll. “Please, daddy.”

I smirk, almost considering letting her experience what an orgasm brought on by the nipples feels like, but then the reminder of how long we took to get here takes the forefront of my mind.

She told me she knew she picked the wrong Debois. That my son was a placeholder for the real thing. And while I’m flattered, I can’t deny the need to punish her for doing it in the first place.

I wait until her legs squeeze the outside of mine and her cunt clenches my cock in a tight hold. It’s only then I snatch the device, along with my hand away from her.

She immediately yelps out her disapproval. “Wait.Wait. No, go back!”

This gets a hushed laugh out of me. “But I’m not done exploring.”

“Marcus,” she hisses, thinking it will sway me. “That was cruel.”

“So was choosing my son when you knew I wanted you.”

She stiffens. “I wasn’t sure.”

“And what about now? Now that you feel how hard I am for you.”

Her knuckles turn white on the fishing pole. “I’m angry I didn’t risk it sooner.”

“Risk what?” I move the rose lower, bringing the toy to hoover just over where she needs it most.

Her cunt grips my cock with anticipation. “Everything.”

A deep sense of satisfaction rumbles through me. “You’re absolutely right. And this is your punishment.”

“But you didn’t try to pursue me. Shouldn’t you suffer too?”

I place the rose over her clit, keeping it on the low setting. It’s enough to get her to experience the climb, but not enough to push her over the edge. “Watching you walk around that office with these skirts was punishment. You bending over and collecting books from the floor, knowing I was watching was punishment.” I take the rose off, turning up the vibration setting once before placing it back. “Seeing my son sit on your fucking desk and touch the hair I fantasized about wrapping around my wrist was punishment. And now knowing he couldn’t even get you off while I sat there and thought of all the ways I could, was fucking punishment.”

I click the rose twice, placing it on its maximum level. She squirms against me, her moans nearing screams and her hold on the pole all but existent. My heart races in my chest, the pound of matching my rapid breathing.

“Now you tell me, baby girl, have I not suffered enough?”

She nods, her head falling against my shoulder.

“I have. We both have.” I take the rose off once more, despite her cries. “And now it’s time for my repentance.”

I’m on the verge of tears. My body feels as if it’s being ripped apart, the constant climb and sudden fall sending me to my breaking point. I’ve never been pushed so far out on the ledge just to be jerked right back off of it, and while I hate that with very fiber of my being, I fucking love it.

Each time my nerves flay open, they become that much more sensitive. Every touch of his hand on my hip, every kiss he peppers on my neck, every pulse of that damn toy, and each twitch of his rock hard erection in my cunt, is more intense. I know when I’m finally allowed to come, it will be incredible. It will be worth the pleasure that is so overwhelming it borders on pain.

And I want to feel it all.

Though Marcus instructed me to stay still, he didn’t say I had to hold on to the pole, so I drop it. I raise one arm above my head and wrap it around his neck, while my other hand finds my breasts and picks up where he left off. It’s hard as fuck not to lift my hips and fuck myself with his cock, but the immense sensations spreading out from every possible limb holds me steady.

Well that, and knowing it will be that much sweeter when Marcus finally gives in and fucks me himself.

He pulls the vibrator from my clit two more times before my body is shaking, tears falling over my cheeks as a string of pleas escapes my lips.

“Please.” I thread my fingers through his hair and yank hard. “I’m begging you, daddy. Let me come.”

He groans low in my ear, before wrapping his free hand around my stomach to hold me in place. “Go ahead. Give it to me.”

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