Page 20 of XOXO, Daddy
Stay still. Stay still.
His command ran on a loop in my head. A moment later, the soft buzzing of a vibrator pressed over the seam of my pussy, making me gasp and twitch.
“Be still,” he reminded tersely, pulling the vibrator away only long enough for his command to be heard loud and clear. The vibrator ran over me again, teasing me by giving me just enough pleasure to want to writhe for him, but not enough to find any true satisfaction. It was maddening.
Spreading my lower lips, he touched what was obviously a bullet vibrator against my clit, letting it lay lengthwise down my slit, and allowing my lips to close around it. Pushing my thighs together tightly, he spoke again. “Open your eyes, princess. Keep your legs pushed together nice and tight for Daddy.”
I nodded, watching as he stood from the bed, removing his pants and shirt.
Jeepers!
If I had thought he was handsome with his clothes on, he was nothing short of a Greek god, fully naked. Kneeling beside me at the top of the bed, he took his cock in hand, stroking himself over me.
“See something you like?” he teased, noticing the way I looked at his hard length with a hunger that surprised me. I licked my lips, looking at him through lowered lashes as I nodded.
“Fuck me! When you look at me like that — Christ, princess. I can barely control myself.”
The thought of making him lose control became my focus. I wanted to see him lose control, to take me, to own me, to possess me, to protect me.
“Here, give me your hand, princess.” He took my hand, guiding it to his hard length and wrapping my fingers around him. “Let Daddy show you how he likes to be touched.”
Arousal shot through me, white hot and refusing to be ignored as a fantasy I’d had too many times to name came to life before my eyes. With slow strokes, he guided my hand up and down.
Reaching over me, he moved my other hand above my head.
“Remember, do not move.” I could only nod, my eyes still glued to the tip of his erection where pre-cum pearled at the tip. His fingers found their way to my slit again, tapping my inner thigh to have me spread a little for him. “Spread those creamy thighs, princess. Daddy is ready to play.”
With deft movements, he worked the buzzing toy over my clit like a master with his instrument.Iwas his instrument. My head spun as pleasure ran up and down my body. Holding my hand still in his, he thrust himself in and out of my hand, pleasuring himself with my body.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl. Don’t move a muscle, princess. Let the pleasure wash over you.” His words titillated me, pushing me closer and closer to that beautiful cliff of orgasm I wanted so desperately to fling myself off of.
My eyes scrunched close tightly as the orgasm began to build.
Daddy said not to cum without permission.I wasn’t going to be able to hold off.
“Be a good girl. Show me you can follow directions. Fuck… Princess, your hand feels so good wrapped around Daddy’s big cock.”
“You’re killing me,” I whimpered pathetically, as I struggled to hold still andnotcum all at the same time.
“No, silly girl. I’mteachingyou. Remember?” I groaned in abject need as he shifted the bullet so that it pressed at the bottom of my clit, hitting the sensitive nub where it was most vulnerable beneath its protective hood.
His cock moved faster, in and out of my grip as he pleasured himself. His groans of pleasure only made it that much harder to stave off my own orgasm.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered, starting to truly worry that I would not be able to succeed. My orgasm was right there,right there,ready to crash over me, and I might truly have been powerless to stop it. But that would be disobedient.
“Fuck me, yes! Beg for me, princess. Beg Daddy for that orgasm you want so badly.”
“Please! Please let me cum, Daddy! I can’t stop it. I can’t!Please!” I begged frantically.
“Fuck! Princess!” he cried out, ropes of his cum spraying over my tits.
A second later, just as my orgasm began to creep over the edge and send me into oblivion, he pulled the bullet away from my clit.
“NO!!” I cried out, the sudden denial hurting far worse than I had imagined.
“Daddy’s got you,” he murmured. “Now, up on your knees.”
I obeyed without thinking. My desire to please him, to give my full submission over to him, finally took over completely. My only thought was of him. Of Daddy.
