Page 32 of Tying Little Tay
“And you’re going to come when I tell you to, aren’t you, conigliette?”
“Yes, Daddy,” repeated Tay, but their voice was tighter and she realized that they were right on the edge of coming.
“Can you ride that edge for me a little bit longer?”
“Yes!” The word was bitten out and she could see a furrowed brow over the top of the scarf, where Tay’s face was screwed up in concentration. “I’m edging for you, Daddy.”
“Si, bravissime.” The praise made Tay’s mouth soften into a smile, and then Guilia did something that almost undid them completely.
She placed her knee on their clit.
“Can you feel that, tesore?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Tay was panting now, beads of sweat on their face and their chest. “Is that… is that your thigh?”
“My knee. I want you to grind against it. Show me how much you want this. How much you need this.”
There was the slightest pause before Tay rocked themself onto Guilia’s knee and she let them grind their clit against it, until she suddenly pulled her leg away with a cruel laugh.
“Wha—? Daddy?”
“Say please.”
“Pardon?”
“Say please, Tay. I want you to beg for the honor of coming on my knee.”
Tay’s cunt flooded, their clit bright pink and they swore then. “Oh fuck, Daddy.”
“That’s not please.”
“Fine! Please, Daddy. Please. Let me come on your knee. I don’t deserve it, I know that, but please let me come on you.”
She moved onto the bed, bracing herself over Tay, her knee notching back between their thighs, and she corrected them. “Not true, Tay. You deserve this. You deserve everything, and I’m going to give it to you.”
And then Tay ground down, their movements rough, out of control, arms swinging wildly as they chased their orgasm. And just as they reached the pinnacle, sobbing desperately, Guilia bit their neck and they came beneath her, mouth open in a silent scream.
CHAPTER 27
Tay
Fuck.
They hadn’t squirted this time, but the orgasm had been no less intense. The feel of Guilia over them, kissing them, biting them… it was all more intense than Tay could have imagined.
Taking the scarf off from around their face and undoing the rope that still had their arms outstretched, Guilia whispered sweet nothings to Tay without pause. But their words had vanished completely. It was all Tay could do to nod and smile and make the appropriate noises at the proper time.
That was okay though, Guilia simply rolled Tay onto their side and curled up beside them and pulled them in close. That was good; Tay wasn’t sure that they’d have been able to cope with spooning right then—that would have put Guilia too far away.
Instead, she was here, close, so that Tay could bury their face in the curve of their neck and hang on to them for dear life.
Aftershocks shook their body, and they realized that they must have been crying at some point. Their cheeks were wet and they tasted salt on their lips.
At one point, they tried to sit up and mumble something about Guilia’s turn, but Guilia had just laughed, pushed them back down and gotten them water and a snack.
“But what about you, Daddy?” Tay asked. “You didn’t get off.”
“That’s okay,” said Guilia. “I don’t always need to get off in a scene; that’s not why I do scenes.”
