Page 95 of Fixate
“Oh, mon chou. I’ve been a bad Daddy, haven’t I?”
I shook my head, only to choke on a broken sob as he turned the machine off. He pulled me forward, then lifted my limp body into his arms.
We kneeled together on the floor, me crying into his shoulder and him pressing kisses against the side of my head. He held me until the sobs eased, then he pulled back to look me in the eye.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see you needed me. My worry over whether you were ready or not shouldn’t have impeded my ability to meet your needs. I’m going to be better about listening from now on. You deserve to have someone who hears you. To have someone be on your side.”
He must have seen a rebuttal in my eyes because he covered my mouth and continued.
“When you first got here, you made sure to take care of me. It was under the appearance of you stepping in to help, but we both know it was more than that. Since then, things have been difficult. I haven’t given you the attention you deserve. I’m going to do better now that I know my boy can handle it.”
I took a deep breath once his hand pulled away. His words felt like a warm blanket, wrapping around me and giving me all the things I’d been craving.
But words were just that.
I needed him to show me he would change.
“Does this mean you’ll fuck me now, Daddy?”
His smile bloomed in an instant. “Of course I will, mon chou.”
I sighed in relief.
“Only after you’re done coming on your new toy. Daddy likes the look of it. Plus, I want to see you break. Consider this your funishment for tonight.”
He wanted me to fuck myself on this dildo until I came? Um, yeah. I could do that no problem.
It wouldn’t be as good as taking him; however, comers couldn’t be choosers — or however the fucking phrase went.
Daddy helped me get back into position, going so far as to tilt my hips just right for the pump. When he took the remote from me, I knew this would be different from what I expected.
With him in charge, he went for a slow build. The machine hummed to life, it’s speed slow enough it felt like a thick drag in and out of me. It was nowhere near what I needed.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered after a few minutes of teasing.
He grinned at me, moving from his standing position to grab a chair to sit beside me. The angle gave him the perfect view of my ass, the pump, and how perfectly the two things fit together.
“I’ve got you.”
With those words, he turned up the dial. The change of speed had me gasping. It was better than before. More forceful, yet not the brutal fucking I had hinted at wanting.
I demanded, “More!”
The dial immediately turned up, this time only one notch. I grunted, which got me another increase, followed quickly by another.
Now, we’re talking.
Daddy’s cock was superior in every way, but this… this machine that could fuck with steady, hard strokes, did things for me. It gave me a chance to sink into the fullness that came with it.
When I turned to see if Daddy was still watching, I found him with his cock in hand already. He was squeezing the base, like he needed to keep hold or he’d come simply from the show I’dput on for him. Maybe this was why it was called funishment. Because everyone involved got to enjoy it.
As I watched him, the machine began to vibrate on a low setting. I detonated like a fucking bomb.
Cum shot from my cock onto the carpeted floor. Sorry housekeeping.
My back arched as I let out a broken cry.
Immediately, the machine stopped, making me utter another noise. This time it was to complain. I wasn’t done. I wanted more. I didn’t want to be empty just yet.
