“Oh, please,” I sighed.
“What is it, little girl?” he asked.
I very nearly growled at him, but I held back for fear he’d leave me on the edge and never let me come at all.
“I want to come,” I pleaded.
He pinched my clit, and he didn’t even need to correct me verbally for me to figure out what I’d done wrong.
“Please let me come, Daddy,” I murmured, my voice lowering to a soft purr that didn’t sound anything like me. I was trembling against him and that transferred to the words escaping my lips too.
Why did he make me feel so vulnerable? Why had I asked him for permission in the first place? And why did I keep calling him Daddy?
“I don’t think you want it enough, little girl. Daddy wants to really hear you beg for it,” he demanded, and I hated how his words made my knees go weak.
No one was here. No one would hear me say those words. The only ones that would know would be me and him and right now, that was all I could handle.
He kept teasing me, over and over again. He’d bring me right to the edge of release with firm pressure, then he would back off and I’d whine as the cruel bite of denial eventually followed. Each time, his refusal to allow me orgasm grew more painful until my legs were shaking, and my cries turned desperate.
“Please, Daddy, please let me come on your fingers,” I begged.
He was silent.
“Daddy, please,” I wailed. I couldn’t control the way my hips were writhing anymore, and I was only vaguely aware of the fact that he was holding me just far enough away from the counter’s edge so that I didn’t hurt myself against it.
Why was he so kind when he could be so mean?
My body shuddered as he worked me to the edge again and a pitiful sounding cry escaped my lips. I wanted to come, and I wanted it badly.
“Please, Daddy,” I cried.
“Will you be a good girl for Daddy while he’s gone?” he pressed, and I shivered hard as his fingers pulled back again. I sucked in a pained breath and wheezed as I tried to control the raging need within me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered.
“Good girl. Now come hard for Daddy,” he demanded.
In seconds, my body started to rise again, and I couldn’t help it as the first tendrils of orgasm finally began to pull at my senses. With two fingers in my pussy and at least another two directly on my clit, I couldn’t have stopped its inevitability if I tried.
I knew it was going to be hard because my thighs started to quiver, and I couldn’t make them stop. I could feel it beginning deep in my core and my inner walls greedily clutched at his thick knuckles as I hurtled toward it.
“Oh, please, Daddy,” I moaned, and he growled against my ear. I could feel his iron-hard cock against my thigh.
“As you are coming for Daddy, I want you to be thinking about how you’re going to get down on your knees and thank Daddy properly after he’s done with this needy little pussy,” he hissed.
I shuddered hard against him.
“With my mouth, Daddy?”
“Yes, little girl. You’re going to take everything Daddy gives you, aren’t you? You’re going to swallow my cock just like a good little girl is supposed to,” he growled as his fingers started moving faster and faster inside me.
My body clutched at him with open desperation and nothing I could have done would have stopped that orgasm even if I tried.
I rode his fingers the best I could, and I squeezed my eyes shut as my release finally took hold of me. I wailed and writhed against that counter, not caring that someone could probably see me through the window across from me or that there might be other people in the house that I didn’t know were there. I screamed as I came for him, digging my nails into the granite beneath me.
When I came once, he didn’t even slow. At this point, that didn’t surprise me, but the intensity of each orgasm after that still did.
I could feel my pussy clutch at his fingers, and I shuddered as the exquisite pleasure he gave me coursed through my veins. The building fire stoked higher and higher until at long last, I came for a second time with a harsh shudder.