Page 74 of Bartholomew
His fingers moved lower.
And lower.
My eyes popped open as his slippery thumb grazed over my rosebud.
“Trust me,” he whispered, his eyes finding mine. They seared right through me with a scorching heat that burned through me, body and soul.
“Ollie,” I whispered, knowing that I was breaking from calling him Daddy, but I felt that fear creep through me.
“Shh, love. I have you.” His eyes met mine, offering me comfort and assurance. “Trust me and take what Daddy gives.”
Those words reverberated through me, shaking me to my core as I breathed deeply and relaxed.
“It’s going to feel so good, firefly. Just relax and trust me.” His finger felt slicker, circling that back entrance. Placing the wand back over my clit, he pulled every ounce of my focus to the intense pleasure assaulting the small nub.
“That’s it, love. Just relax,” he coerced. His words spun a web of arousal through my mind that sent me deeper into that sweet mental escape I had only just begun to know.
Slowly, a single digit breached my entrance. I clamped down, squeezing my eyes shut tightly at the invasion.
“firefly, eyes.” The command drew me to him. I found his gaze, that heat burning in his sapphire depths. “Does it hurt?”
His question took me by surprise. I struggled to form words, his finger swirling just inside my tight rim as the vibrating wand buzzed my clit into sheer arousal. Arousal. Panic. Nerves. Fear. Pleasure. What was I feeling? I didn’t know.
“Answer.”
The one word pulled my thoughts back to him.
“No, Daddy,” I panted out.
“Breathe,” he coached, and I listened. I took a deep, shuddering breath, steadying myself. It didn’t hurt. It was strange, but it did not hurt.
“That’s it, firefly. Another breath,” he coaxed me down off the cliff of panic slowly, that digit twisting and gently working further inside the most forbidden part of me. His finger slid deeper inside of me, and I couldn’t hold back my groan.
“Tell me how it feels,” he encouraged me, our eyes still locked on one another as the flames of desire flicked deeper inside of me, pulling a visceral, dark part of me forward with it.
“It doesn’t hurt,” I huffed out, the arousal taking over. It was different, less imminent, but just as powerful, just as intense.
“Breathe, baby.” I took another slow, deep breath, relaxing further as he wiggled a second finger alongside the first, stretching me. I winced only slightly at the intrusion, but still felt no pain. Only an aching, sensual stretch that engulfed me. The vibrations on my clit pushed me higher, my toes curling into the bed as I rode the waves of pleasure, my climax just out of reach.
His fingers stretched me, the pressure so sweet it pulled me under, fogging my mind. My hands tangled into my hair, my eyes closing as I let myself fall into the sensation.
He dragged his fingers out of me slowly, and I whimpered at the loss.
“I knew you’d love it, firefly,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. “This will feel even better,” he promised darkly. I didn’t have a moment to ponder on his words before I felt the cool, smooth metal rub around my aching rim.
“What is that?” I asked, half delirious and over-sensitized by his stimulation.
“It’s a plug, baby. A pretty, jeweled plug to make that pretty little asshole sparkle for me while I fuck you.” His words sent a shiver down my spine. “Now, scream for me, love.”
He turned the wand up to another level, the buzzing throwing me over the edge. As I crested, screaming his name, he pushed the little metal plug fully in, wiggling it just inside of me.
The stretch. The vibration. His words.
All of it threw me over the cliff and into a sublime symphony of pleasure.
“Daddy!” I screamed. He pressed against the plug, wiggling it back and forth, catapulting me from one orgasm to the next as I came again for him.
“Yes, firefly. Open up that pretty little cunt. Let me play with that rosebud while you cum for me. Keep cumming,” he growled, his teeth grazing over the tender flesh where my thigh met my pussy.
