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When all of the toys were laid out on the bed beside her, he returned to his position between her thighs, giving himself a moment to take her in. Pupils blown, limbs shaking, pussy dripping, she was the very vision of a well-pleasured woman.
Still, he wanted more. Wanted her screaming for him, begging him for mercy—mercy he had no intention of giving. Wanted her limp and boneless, her mind empty of anything that wasn’t him and the pleasure he took from her.
So he reached for the first toy, a simple little bullet vibrator that packed enough of a punch to get the job done without completely overwhelming her.
That would come later.
Pressing the button on the fully charged vibe—thank you, Braden—he kept his eyes on his princess as he lowered it to her swollen clit.
“Oh, god!” Arching up, she yanked at the restraints, twisting and turning to escape the vibrations. “Stop, stop, it’s too much!”
“Stop isn’t your safeword, princess,” he reminded her with a quiet laugh. “And I did warn you I am a fan of forced orgasms. So unless you use the right words to tell me to stop, I am going to make you come until I’m satisfied.”
A loud sob ripped from her throat as her entire body shuddered. And when she tried to slam her legs shut, to deny him access, he landed a punishing swat to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
“None of that. This is my pussy now, and you will not keep me from it.”
Pressing the vibe more firmly against her clit, he watched as she shattered again, her screams echoing around the room and he smiled as he turned the small vibrator off, setting it aside as he reached for the second toy in his lineup.
“Again.”
Chapter 8
Aria
She had wildly, wildly underestimated him.
When he’d originally laid out his plan for their scene, multiple orgasms had sounded amazing. What girl wouldn’t want a man to pleasure her until she couldn’t take another second?
The reality, however, was so much… more. Too much more, and she wasn’t sure she could survive another round.
And still, when he pushed something deep inside her, she couldn't bring herself to say the words that would actually stop him. Couldn’t make herself end the overwhelming pleasure he was forcing on her.
There was still so much left for her to learn.
So when the toy inside her buzzed to life, hitting both that magical spot in her pussy and her too-sensitive clit at the same time, she didn’t scream Red! even though her brain and her body were both insisting she should.
But then he moved the toy, slowly fucking her with it so the outside part stroked her swollen, aching clit, she couldn’t fight back the sob that rose in her throat.
“Daddy… please… I can’t. I can’t.”
Still gripping the toy, he leaned forward, bracing himself on his free hand as he dipped his head to brush a gentle kiss over her lips. “You can, my beautiful princess. Because you want so badly to be a good girl for me, don’t you? To know you took everything I gave you, and that I’m so very proud of you.”
She didn’t. Or rather, she shouldn’t. Everything she’d been taught to believe, every principle she’d been raised on had taught her to not give a fuck what a man thought of her.
But there was something inside her, something buried in the deepest recesses of her soul that craved exactly what he’d said she did. That longed for his praise, to know he was pleased with her. And she was too far gone, her brain too scrambled with pleasure to really question why.
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
When his smile spread, wide and approving, she knew she would suffer far worse indignities than this just for a glimpse of that smile. “Good girl.”
And for those words. God, the things those two words did to her insides, twisting her around and lighting her up all at the same time.
Pain melted into pleasure and she let her head fall back, let her eyes close as she surrendered to it. As she trembled and wept and fought her way through a third mind-shattering orgasm, her body going completely limp as he pulled the toy from her pussy.
“Stunning,” he murmured, running the still buzzing toy up her torso, making her shiver as little ripples of sensation spread over her skin. “Be a good girl and clean up your toys now, princess.”
Even if her brain hadn’t been so completely shattered from pleasure, she wasn’t sure she’d have understood what he meant. Not until she caught the scent of herself and forced her eyes open to see the pink toy in front of her face.
