Page 71 of Brat Baby
There is a fourth box, but it has a D with a pulsing green light around it.
Derek. But he hasn’t answered yet.
That’s fine.
“You are now up to seven rewards. Will you go for a few more?”
I nod my head, letting it drop forward. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Whenever you are ready, little dove.”
It doesn’t take long for the urge to move again to build. I’m really hoping that this second orgasm won’t be so quick. I just need to make it into the double digits.
I adjust the dial on the rotation to increase it the smallest amount, this time resolving to have it up to maximum before I touch the vibration.
“Play with your breasts. Squeeze your nipples. Play with yourself for us.” Darcy’s voice is thick and heavy, and it soothes something within me.
I turn up the dial again, gasping at the faster pace, then let go of the controller to cup both of my tits. Using my thumbs, I rub back and forth over my tightened nipples, sending sharp zings into my core. I apply more pressure, capturing my nipples between my thumbs and the side of my index fingers while squeezing my tits.
Rising up on my knees the smallest amount, I then slide back down, moaning the entire time. Little flickers of heat are building again, but there is also a hint of,again? Really?
Yes, fucking really.
I release one tit and turn up the dial again, and it hits the maximum setting. Grinding down on the toy, I roll my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit against the ribbed pad. I don’t stop until finally, fucking finally, my clit starts to come back online.
Little tingles. Little streaks of pleasure.
Yes. That’s it.
I can do this.
I can come for them one more time. I can.
Placing my hands back down on the saddle, I start increasing the speed of vibrations as I fuck myself on the dildo, again.
I couldn’t give two fucks about the moans and noises I’m making, I just rock on this lower speed until I need more. Until the burn inside of me is screaming for it to be higher.
Heavy breathing comes from the phone, but I don’t look up. I need this orgasm.
Turning up the dial a little more, I have to fight to keep myself pressed down, a zip of oversensitivity still lurking. The soles of my feet feel weirdly hot as I turn the dial up even more. Not quite on the highest setting but fast enough that the silicone is back to the wet vibrating noise.
“Oh god, it’s right there. Fuck,” I moan, drawing out the word.
I’m lightheaded. All my muscles are clamped tight, my veins are burning, my lips are numb, I can barely breathe.
All sound disappears as I feel myself rising up, the edge right there in front of me. I turn the dial that last little bit, and where my last orgasm was a huge explosion, this one is more like tipping over the edge. My entire body convulses with each clench of my orgasm, over and over again.
I slump forward, pressing down harder into the vibrations. Every single part of my body feels hot and heavy. And it takes until my throat aches for me to notice that I’m quietly screaming, like my subconscious knew I couldn’t be loud but had to make noise to let out all this energy.
As soon as it turns from pleasure to discomfort, I flick both switches off, not bothering to slow anything down.
I stay hunched forward, my arms barely able to hold me up as I force in lungfuls of air. Shivers rack my body from the air-conditioned air moving over my flushed and sweaty body.
Fucking Soul Snatcher 3000.
Eventually, I manage to straighten up, and I try to focus on the camera.
There is only one set of eyes staring back at me. The intensity of the dark gaze makes my heart beat awkwardly in my chest.
