Page 86 of Shadow

He had to keep a close eye on her and make sure he didn’t push her off the edge, forcing her to disobey him. At some point, she would be unable to hold back. A good orgasm denial scene brushed right up against that point but never went past it. Because if he let her fail, if he forced her to keep holding back until she had literally no choice but to disobey him, it could crush her and make her question her ability to be his submissive.

So, his job was to make it challenging enough that the orgasm at the end of the proverbial gymnastics routine he was putting her through was one of the most mind-blowing orgasms ever, but not so challenging that she failed and wound up feeling bad about her orgasm. Even with all their dark and depraved play, he never wanted her to feel guilty about her pleasure.

She wrapped her lips around two wet fingers and licked herself off of them. He adjusted his uncomfortably tight pants and picked up the toy.

“Again. This time don’t take the toy away unless I tell you to. But do tell me when you’re close.”

She took the toy again and gingerly pressed it to her pussy. “Daddy, please,” she begged almost immediately.

“Hold back, baby. I know you can do it.”

Within thirty seconds, she was begging again. “Please, Daddy. Let me come.”

“Soon, Liv. You’re doing so good for Daddy. Keep going, baby. How does it feel?”

“There’s an ache inside me. I’m throbbing. I need to come so bad.”

“Do you need to come, or do you need to please Daddy?”

It was a wicked question because the answer was both. But she would wrestle with the answer for a few seconds. And it would take her mind off the impending orgasm enough that he could keep her on the edge for a few more minutes.

“Answer me, Olivia. Which do you need more? An orgasm, or to be a good girl?”

“I need to be a good girl,” she finally whimpered, though he could hear the reticence in her tone.

It made him smile.

“That’s an appropriate answer, Liv. Turn the toy off and open your eyes.”

The buzzing stopped, and she blinked her eyes open.

“Do you want my cock or my mouth to make you come?” he asked, reaching up to palm one breast and twist her nipple.

“Cock, Daddy. Please. Fuck me hard.”

He rolled off the bed long enough to strip out of his clothes, then settled between her thighs.

“I want you to come on my cock, Olivia. Do whatever you need to make it happen, but I expect a nice big orgasm, or you’ll be in trouble.”

She giggled. “OK, Daddy. I don’t know how I’ll manage that, but I’ll figure it out.”

He gently smacked her face as he pressed against her opening. “So much sass from a girl who just earned an orgasm. I can always change my mind.”

She sobered quickly and shook her head as she tucked a hand between their bodies and found her clit. “No, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’ll come like a good girl.”

“You’re my good little cumslut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me.”

He pushed forward until he was all the way inside her, groaning at the way she gripped his shaft. There was never a place he felt more at home than when he was between her legs. Maybe that’s why she was always his first stop anytime he was home from a mission. Even if he only had twelve hours in town, Ripley would spend ten of them with Olivia.

And now he reveled in the fact that he got to be with her all the time. At least he hoped he did once all this was over. She was his life force, and he couldn’t imagine going back to a world that she wasn’t in.

“Faster, Daddy,” she moaned. He brushed her hair back from her face and eased out of her, then inched back in because he enjoyed driving her crazy.

“I’ll get there, Liv. Let me enjoy you for a minute.”

Her finger circled her clit as he slid out of her again, and he could tell by the way she trembled around him that she was fighting to hold the orgasm back.

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