Page 138 of Doubts & Fears

“Nik,” I whispered as he pulled me closer.

“Yes.” He pushed my hair back from my face.

“I don’t want it inside me,” I stated clearly.

“It’s the smallest one they make. It isn’t going to hurt you, I promise. You’re going to control it, anyway. You can put it in as far or as little as you like. I promise it isn’t any longer than my middle finger.”

“I don’t want to. Please don’t make me,” I stated once more.

“You should know by now I would never make you do something you weren’t comfortable with,” he said, kissing my forehead.

I breathed a sigh of relief because not only did he say exactly what I wanted him to, but he wasn’t upset with me. His tone only showed concern for the fear I expressed. He didn’t make me feel stupid or foolish. He put my toy on his dresser side table. I rolled over and into his arms.

“Thank you.”

“You know you can tell me if someone made you do something you didn’t want to. We know so little about you, baby.”

“I know.”

“Can you tell me what you’re afraid of? I’d really like to understand.”

“I don’t want the first time my pussy is penetrated by something resembling a cock to be fake. I’d rather wait. I liked the one you used on me this afternoon because it was only here.” I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs, guiding it to my clit.

He groaned as he slowly teased my pussy.

“Nik, make me feel good again. I know you need to leave, but I need you first,” I begged him, praying he would stay.

“You’re mine, baby girl. I’ll always take care of this for you and give you what you need. Now spread those legs nice and wide for me because I want to watch.” I shivered at his voice.

He traced small circles on my inner thigh, making me tremble in anticipation. “You like that, baby, don’t you?” It wasn’t a question, so I responded with a low groan.

“It’s funny. I’d bet that you’d like the little toy we bought you more than you think you would. I’ll give you some time, but we will revisit it, understand?”

“But why? If you would inch your fingers closer to my pussy—” I was rewarded with a hard smack on it, making me cry out in surprise.

“It isn’tyourpussy anymore. It’sours. My brothers and Iownthis. Surely, you know that by now.”

His hand gripped my pussy firmly, and I ground it into his palm. His words made me burn with desire.

“See, look at you, practically falling apart with my words alone. Let me play a little now, and I’ll show you how dirty you can be.”

As I was thinking of something smartass to say, he plunged two fingers deep inside me. “Oh. My. God.” I sucked in my breath.

“My fingers inside you are wider than that little toy,” he said as he stretched me, scissoring his fingers. It was everything. “Tell me you’re my dirty little slut. Tell me how bad you want to come all over my fingers.”

He pulled out and smacked my pussy again. My mouth hung open; my brain was having a hard time coming up with words. I whimpered instead as he thrust back in. My breath became harsh. I was drowning.

“Say it,” he growled, plunging his fingers inside me again. They were pure magic tonight.

“Daddy…” I couldn’t say the words, but the way my hips were bucking up into his fingers was proof enough.

As long as he continued what he was doing, I’d be his dirty girl, his little cum slut, his fuck toy—anything he wanted to call me, I’d be for him. I just couldn’t say it. He pulled his fingers out abruptly, causing me to cry out. My hips squirmed, seeking his fingers again. His gaze was fixed on my pussy, and he brought his fingers up to his mouth.

“No, don’t…” I trailed off as he sucked them into his mouth; my face flushed, and I looked away. I could hear the sounds of him cleaning his fingers. Hearing him moan in appreciation made me feel hot and dirty.

“Look at me, malyshka,” he growled, and his hand moved back between my legs.

“Nik,” I breathed out as I squeezed his hand.

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