Page 85 of Shadow

He helped her stand, and held a towel out to her, but she shook her head as she pulled the plug and flipped on the shower.

“It’s gross not to rinse off after a bath,” she explained. “You’re basically floating in your own dead skin cells.”

He wrinkled his nose. “I guess I never looked at it that way, but I don’t usually take baths.”

When she was rinsed, and the water was off, she accepted the fluffy towel. He wrapped her in a hug before scooping her up and taking her to the bedroom.

“How do you want Daddy to make you come, baby girl?” He sat next to her on the edge of the bed and played with her hair.

“However you want, Daddy.”

“Good answer. Do you have a toy with you that’s less intense than the wand we played with earlier?”

She nodded her head to the suitcase. “I put one in my bag when we packed for Vegas.”

He grinned. “Only one? I seem to remember you having a trunk full of them.”

She laughed. “It’s an entire closet now. What can I say? I like orgasms and all the ways I can give myself one.”

He found the toy—an orange vibrating clit toy and handed it to her.

“You’re not going to use it?”

He shook his head and settled on the mattress. “This will be a bit like earlier today. Get comfortable in a spot that will give me a good view of your cunt.”

Her nipples pebbled as she wriggled on the bed to get into position.

Then he touched her knee. “Use it however feels good, but unlike earlier, you’re going to hold back until I give you permission to come. I’ve been dying to keep you on the edge since I got home.”

She sighed but put the toy against her clit and flipped it on.

Her breathing changed almost instantly, and he watched with rapt attention.

The way she immediately thrust her hips against the toy and squeezed her eyes shut enthralled him.

Her chest rose and fell, and she gripped the bedspread with her free hand. So, he reached forward and picked it up, bringing it to rest on her right breast.

“Squeeze your nipples, baby. Make it sting a little.”

She whimpered as she rolled the nipple between her fingers.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Does your pussy feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered.

“Tell me about it,” he murmured.

“I’m close, Daddy. And wet. Everything is tingling.”

“That’s a good girl. Go until you think you’re almost there, then put the toy down.”

Her hips writhed, and she moaned as the toy worked her clit. She continued pinching and twisting her nipples, moving back and forth between the two. And for the most part, Ripley just watched, occasionally touching her leg, or brushing hair off her forehead, but otherwise staring at her beautiful, contorted face as she got closer and closer to the edge.

The vibrator slipped from her fingers and buzzed against the mattress as she sucked in several deep breaths. “Please, Daddy,” she begged. “I need it so bad.”

“And you’ll get it. You know you will. Now dip your fingers in and taste yourself.”

The sound of her fingers sliding into her wet pussy made him squeeze his own eyes shut to keep himself from diving in and bringing her to orgasm with his tongue. They weren’t there yet. He wanted to watch her dance on that thin line between chasing pleasure and pleasing her Daddy. The line between taking exactly what she wanted and holding back until he said not to. She was submissive at her core, so she would always want to choose to hold back for as long as he made her. And that’s where his role as the dominant partner came in.

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