“Please.”
“You’re going to have to try harder than that, little girl. Convince Daddy that you really want to come for him,” he said.
Why did his words make me feel like he was turning me inside out? Had he known I’d react like this all along?
Why hadn’t I?
His fingers returned.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Teasing me. Taunting me and driving me absolutely insane with the need to let go.
“Please let me come, Daddy,” I started.
He said nothing.
“Please. I’m sorry for being a bad girl. Let me make it up to you,” I continued.
He tortured me with those sure fingers, and I wailed. I wanted to come so badly that my tears fell anew, and I couldn’t stop the way my body was shaking with it.
“Please, Daddy. Please let me come. I’ll do anything,” I pleaded.
“Anything, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll tell you everything you want to know,” I sobbed.
“Good girl.”
There were those two words again. That same warm feeling I’d felt before returned with even more intensity. I didn’t understand it, but it made me happy to please him and it made me want to do it again just to hear him call me that again.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged.
“Come hard for Daddy. I want to hear you scream for me,” he said firmly.
He didn’t need to tell me a second time. When his fingers returned to my clit, I was more than ready. He pinched them together lightly at first, but then he cupped my pussy roughly and pressed the flats of his fingers on top of it in a way that made me gasp with pleasure.
Right now, I liked him this way. I liked when Daddy was rough with me.
“Oh,” I cried, but it morphed into something more like a moan than anything else.
His fingers grew rougher, steady and sure and so fucking incredible. I lost control so utterly and completely that I absently wondered if I ever had it in the first place.
My orgasm was so explosive that I would have fallen if I wasn’t lying down. A wail escaped my throat and a savage keening sound followed in its wake. My eyes squeezed shut and when I tried to open them again, all that I saw was a brilliantly white cloud of blinding ecstasy that took hold of me and refused to let go.
Fuck. This was almost transcendent.
I didn’t know up from down. All I knew was the wild desire careening through my veins. My clit throbbed so hard beneath his touch that I was afraid of what would come next. My inner walls clutched greedily at empty air, wondering what it would feel like to take Daddy’s cock deep inside me because this wasn’t Dean anymore.
This was Daddy.
I screamed and my hips ground up and down. His fingers never let up and I could feel another orgasm building before the first even faded away.
That had never happened before.