Page 199 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“Yes, sir.”
I give it my all and groan with the sharp, curling sensation in my belly when I bump my cervix over and over with the rabbit. The shudder starts deep and spreads fast, curling my toes and shaking my legs and breaking over me in wave after wave of sharp-sweet release.
“Ohhhhh, sir.”
“Yes, that’s a good girl. Pat your clit for me with the flats of your fingers. Nice, sharp pats.”
I do and squeal with the overstimulation. “Ouch! Ouch, sir.”
“Mmm, very nice. Turn off the vibrator now and just keep moving it in and out for me.”
It takes me three tries to find the right button because my eyes are still crossed after that orgasm. I glide the shaft in and out languorously, enjoying the sensation of fullness even while it edges into too much stimulation.
“Beautiful, girl.” Mac watches me avidly, his blue eyes dark and burning. “That’s beautiful. Ease it down, slower and slower.”
Under his direction, I slide the thick shaft in and out until it’s still inside me.
“There we go. Very good girl. Slide it out.” His warm voice has dropped to a whisper. His eyes are hooded and a satisfied smile dimples his face. “Put the vibrator where you can clean it tomorrow, pull up the covers, get in the position you like to sleep in, and close your eyes. Remember to text me when you wake up.”
“Yes, sir,” I mumble as I shift around, following his orders. Then I give him something I almost never give my Doms. At least, not until they’ve given me half-a-dozen orgasms. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome, bold girl. G’night. Turn off your phone now.”
I do, and close my eyes, and drift off wishing it was Mac’s nice, thick dick in my ass instead of the plug.
I sleep like the absolute dead. My alarm wakes me to the dulcet tones of Eminem rapping. Why did I leave it on that station? I blink in the gloom of my light-blocking shades and realize I’ve woken without a headache, without that painful pinching of exhaustion around my eyes, for the first time in weeks. I roll over from where I’ve curled around a pair of pillows and see my rabbit sitting on the bedside table. It makes me smile. A stretch makes me aware of the heavy fullness of the plug in my ass. Niiiice.
I pick up my phone from beside the rabbit and text him.
Good morning, sir. The plug is an excellent way to start the day.
He responds before I even throw back the covers.
Good morning. We’ll talk about the plug tonight. 6:30 still good?
Yes, sir.
See you then.
I guess that means no sexting between then and now. Disappointing. Maybe I can tempt him on my lunch break.
My phone pings again as I’m stepping out of the shower. I can’t keep in a grin as I wrap a towel around my wet bod and pick up my phone, ready to tease Mac about texting me already.
It’s not from Mac. It’s from Theo.
Rain check. Tonight. 8 pm. Medical suite.
A shiver passes through me that has nothing to do with the steamy bathroom. The last time Theo and I did a scene in the medical suite, I passed out from the combination of pain and pleasure. Urethral dilation is not usually my thing, but he made it work.
Sorry, booked up. Friday?
Working,he responds.Saturday?
Saturday, check.
Saturday, check, SIR.
I grin wickedly at the phone before I respond.
