Page 73 of Bartholomew
“Ollie!” I gasped in surprise. The spikes were sharp, but not necessarily painful. It brought each nerve ending in my thigh to life, making my toes curl and my eyes widen.
“The word you’re looking for, firefly, is Daddy,” he reminded with a chuckle, slowly drawing the wheel down the opposite inner thigh as I twitched and trembled beneath the sweet torment.
“Yes, Daddy,” I corrected, half out of my mind from the strange sensation. His fingers found his way to my pussy, slipping inside of me easily. I was so wet for him.
“If you think that is good, just you wait, darlin’,” he chuckled darkly. I heard the buzzing wand before I saw it. He’d pulled out Donatello.
“Oh god, Daddy!” I nearly screamed as he placed it on my exposed clit, his fingers pressing against that spot inside of me until I saw stars spring up behind my eyelids.
“Kowabunga, baby,” he chuckled, and I couldn’t help it. I erupted into a fit of giggles.
“You did not just say kowabunga, did you?” I nearly cackled, the pleasurable tension breaking under the absolute absurdity of his comment.
“I couldn’t help it. Donatello… kowabunga?” he teased. I rolled my eyes, but immediately they rolled right back into my head as his fingers renewed their mission, finding my inner spot like a beacon. The wand rocked gently over my clit, sending me further into pleasure. “Focus right here, firefly. Focus on the pleasure I allow.”
I followed his words, focusing on the vibrations assaulting my clit. My toes curled as the tingling began low in my belly and moved outwards. His fingers slipped from my channel, and then the pinwheel ran up my thigh again.
“Oh, God!” I cried out.
“Feel that mix of pain and pleasure, love. Let it take you higher.” The sharp pinpricks only fueled the pleasure of the wand on my clit, driving me forward into an orgasm I felt powerless to stop.
“Push that much higher, but don’t cum yet. Hold that orgasm for me, firefly!” he urged me further, the vibrations on the wand increasing as he pressed it into my clit. “Don’t stop!”
“Daddy, please! I need to cum!” I begged. My mind was blank, awash with sensations and unable to do anything but pushing towards that blissful finish.
“Hold it, firefly. Hold it,” he growled his command. My toes curled, my legs closing in an attempt to stave off that climax I so desperately needed.
“Daddy!” I screamed again, feeling the tingling beginnings of my orgasm vibrate through my clit.
Suddenly, all the sensation was gone.
My eyes opened wide, blinking rapidly as I huffed my tumultuous frustration.
“What?!” I nearly cried in irritation.
“I said hold it. It was obvious you were too close to the edge,” he chided with a grin I wanted to smack off of his handsome face.
“I was trying to!” I whined, slapping my fists down onto the bed.
“Daddy giveth, and Daddy can taketh away,” he pompously jeered.
“I’m about to taketh myself right out of this room,” I sassed, crossing my arms over my chest in a pouting fit.
“Oh, ho, ho, little one. If bratting is the game you wish to play, you had better be ready. I play to win.” The deliciously evil glint in his eye held promise of games yet to be played. Games I wanted badly to learn.
“Open up for me again, firefly. The night is young, and you are far too delicious to be done yet.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured, shoving away my frustration and focusing again on the submission he demanded; the submission I was growing to crave.
His hands moved up my legs sensually, touching me with featherlight touches, his nails grazing over my skin until I shivered in response.
“Trust me,” he whispered, leaning down to press a single kiss against my pubic bone. His fingers found my folds, holding my lips open for his gaze to inspect. I gulped in a breath, fisting my hands at my sides as to not cover myself.
I am beautiful. I am wanted.
I repeated the mantra as his fingers trailed over each fold, every inch of my pussy. Sliding through my wetness, he circled my clit. The other hand moved lower. I clenched, preparing for him to slide deep inside of me.
Except… he didn’t.
