Page 127 of Big Daddy Christmas
“Open your mouth for me.”
Heat suffused every inch of her skin as she forced her lips to part, to allow him to push the toy into her mouth, the taste of silicone and her own arousal coating her tongue as he fucked her face with the curved toy.
Looking up at him, she saw that same emotion from before dancing in his eyes, the one she couldn’t place. It was like hunger, or need, but somehow… deeper.
Darker.
Far more dangerous.
“That’s my good girl.” His praise washed over her, melding with humiliation until she thought she might spontaneously combust. “One more orgasm, and Daddy will get those clamps off your pretty nipples.”
“Please, don’t. I can’t take another.”
“Trust me, princess, you’re going to want the pleasure when I remove the clamps.” Sitting up straight again, he set the pink toy aside and picked up another, a small smile playing on her lips. “You know the feeling when you’ve been sitting in one position for too long and your foot falls asleep?”
Oh, fuck. It wasn’t difficult to see where this was going, scrambled brains or not. “Yes…”
“It’s quite like that, only very concentrated in a single spot. The pleasure will help distract you from the pain. And, for a masochist, the pain will help fuel your pleasure. So you’re going to give me one more, and if you’re a very good girl, you can finally have Daddy’s cock in this pretty little pussy.”
That was, indeed, what she’d been waiting for from the moment Cordelia had agreed to let her tag along tonight. But now she wasn’t entirely certain her body could handle getting properly fucked for the first time on top of everything he’d put her through.
And still she found herself staring up into the bright green of his eyes, knowing she’d give whatever he demanded. “Yes, Daddy.”
A flash of a smile was her only reward before the soft buzzing reached her ears. “Again, then.”
She nearly arched right off the bed at the first touch of that toy to her clit. Where the others had been right over the edge of too much, nudging her past what she thought she could handle, this was another level altogether. Harsher, stronger, more intense than anything she’d ever felt, it threatened to shatter her the moment he touched it to her aching flesh.
“Daddy!” Screaming for him, she yanked uselessly at her restraints, her body coming alive, desperate for escape. “Fuck! Turn it off, turn it off! It’s too much!”
To her shock, he pulled the toy away, though he didn’t turn it off, and she gulped in air as every muscle in her body shook. “What’s your color, princess?”
Color. Right. Was she good or did she really need him to stop?
It was uncomfortable, even painful, but was it more than she could take?
She wasn’t entirely sure. “Y-yellow.”
Now the buzzing did stop and he leaned down again, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Good girl for using your safeword. Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
“I–I just don’t know if I can actually do this.”
“All right. If you need me to stop, I’ll stop.”
Blinking up at him, she sniffed back the tears pooling on her lashes. “Really?”
“Yes, princess. I told you before I get pleasure out of hurting the women I play with, but only if they’re enjoying it. If this has gone past that point for you and it’s only pain for the sake of pain, then we’ll stop.”
“W-won’t you be disappointed?” Her greatest fear, though it was one she rarely spoke out loud.
His lips curved, understanding shining in his eyes. “I would be far more disappointed if you weren’t truthful with me and I put you through something you didn’t enjoy.”
Fucking hell, how was he so perfect? She hadn’t even known that was exactly what she needed to hear until he’d said it. Knowing she could stop then and there without risking his disappointment gave her the strength she needed to forge ahead. “Then… I want to keep going. I think it just caught me by surprise, is all.”
“You're sure?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m green, I promise.”
“All right, then. One more, and then I’ll fuck you like the filthy little good girl you are.”
