Page 77 of Shadow

She cried out and let her head fall back when the head of the wand touched her clit again. It took less than thirty seconds for the next orgasm to tear through her. As she trembled through it, her hand with the toy fell away from her pussy and Ripley smacked her thigh then took the toy away from her.

“I guess Daddy will have to hold it since you can’t keep it in place like I told you to.”

Then the wand was pressing into her clit again and she screamed as the end of the second orgasm rocketed into a third.

She felt her cunt squeezing hard as she came, and he kept the wand pressed against her on high. She kept coming and coming until she begged him to stop. He eased up but didn’t pull away, keeping the wand pressed against her while he slid two fingers inside her. She groaned as he slid his fingers in and out of her.

“You’re fucking soaked and not just because you have a cunt full of my cum.”

His filthy declaration sent her over the edge again, and a flood of liquid flowed out of her and all over his hand. If she’d been able to think straight, she might have been embarrassed. But at least she knew she’d accomplished the objective of ruining the couch cushion. As she spasmed and writhed through the last aftershocks of the orgasm, the toy stopped vibrating and he pulled his fingers free.

Then he was untying her and scooping her up as he murmured praise in her ear. “Such a good girl. Come on. Let’s go get cleaned up.”

A little while later, Olivia stepped out of the shower and stared at herself in the mirror. The marks on her chest made her smile. She would have them for at least a few days and would probably have to wear high-necked blouses for the rest of the week.

Ripley stepped into the bathroom, holding a jar.

“Let me put this on you. I don’t think anything is too bad, but just in case.”

She hopped up on the vanity and let him rub the ointment into the angry red rope marks on her chest.

“That smells amazing.”

He kissed her shoulder when he was done.

“Not as good as you.”

She rolled her eyes at the cheesy line.

“You’re a silly daddy.”

He chuckled. “You should get dressed. We’re having company.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Seriously?”

He nodded with a sheepish grin.

“Who?”

“Chief of police and his wife. And possibly Peter and Carrie. They’re in the middle of something and aren’t sure they’ll be done in time.”

She smacked him. “Why didn’t you tell me? What about the cushion?”

He laughed. “Don’t worry about it. Already being taken care of.”

Her face warmed with embarrassment. “How much time do I have to get ready?”

He glanced at his watch. “About an hour.”

She groaned. “OK. I’m excited but freaked out.”

He laughed. “After what we just did, friends coming over freaks you out?”

She waved him out the door. “Go away. I have to get ready. Do we have a food plan?”

“Michael is bringing steaks.”

It was odd that Michael had arranged this through Ripley instead of her. To her knowledge, Michael didn’t know Ripley. Then again, Ripley knew a lot of people in a lot of places, so it really shouldn’t surprise her.

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