“Years ago. I wanted to learn as much as I could about being a good Daddy, so I took some classes. There is pretty much nothing I will do to you that I haven’t experienced myself.”
“There areclasses?”
“Yes. If you’d like, we can visit a club sometime and see some demonstrations. Maybe you’ll find a new kink or two.”
“Is that where you took the classes? A sex club?”
“I wouldn’t call it a sex club, but yes. You’re being such a good girl for me, Mina. Ready for the plug?”
She’d forgotten all about the plug and even his fingers in her ass until the cool metal pressed against her entrance. But she was too intrigued by the idea of sex classes to freak out about it. “Yes, Daddy. So, what kind of club is it, then?”
“Ace, you can interrogate me another time. Unless you’d rather forgo your orgasms and have a proper interview instead?”
She knew a threat when she heard one, no matter how amused he sounded. “No, Sir. Orgasms now, questions later.”
“That seems fair.” With another soft chuckle, he pushed the plug even deeper inside of her, stretching her far more than his fingers had managed to. “Good girl,” he crooned, his praise warming her from the inside out while he worked the plug all the way in, her muscles snapping shut around the narrow neck.
Once again, she felt so strangely full, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
“Spread your knees a little wider for me, Ace.”
When she obeyed, he gripped her hips, raising them up even higher. Humiliation heated her face as she considered what a picture she must make, on display like this. Not only would he have a full view of the plug he’d just seated inside of her, there was no way he couldn’t see how wet she was when she could feel her arousal dripping down the inside of her thigh.
But for him, she would bear it. She would bear just about anything to hear him call her his good girl again.
“You don’t have to wait for permission to come tonight. This is all about you, Ace.”
Before she could fully process his words, a soft buzzing noise met her ears and a second later something pressed against her clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being.
Thank all the gods he’d told her she didn’t have to ask permission, because she wasn’t sure she could have held off if she’d tried. The orgasm took her by surprise, exploding in her core without warning, her cry of pleasure echoing around the room.
“Shh,” he teased, not moving the toy. “Unless you want the guards to hear you screaming my name as you come.”
At that moment, she didn’t much care about anything. The pleasure was building again, winding again, and she was more concerned about whether or not death by orgasm was a thing to give a flying fuck what the guards thought.
“Daddy.” Whining, needy, and too lost in her own pleasure to feel embarrassed by it, she pushed back against the toy. “Please.”
Apparently, he understood what she wanted, because the toy shifted down slightly and the pressure increased, pushing her closer and closer to that brilliant edge once again. And again it crashed over her, turning her blood to molten lava in her veins and tearing another cry from her throat. Her muscles contracted and she was reminded of the plug filling her ass, which only served to send another little shock of pleasure to her system.
“You’re so pretty when you come, Ace. I could watch you do this all night and never tire of the sight.”
“Oh, god,” she whimpered, rocking forward in a desperate attempt to escape the vibrations. By now, the pleasure had become pain, and she just needed a moment to catch her breath.
“Where do you think you’re going, little girl?”
“Too much. It’s too much.”
The toy pressed more firmly against her clit and she sobbed as the pleasure-pain threatened to overwhelm her.
“But you’re going to take it for Daddy, aren’t you? Because you’re my good little slut. Isn’t that right, baby?”
The humiliation of his words and the syrupy sweet tone he spoke them in sent her tumbling over the edge once more. Pleasure scraped along her nerve endings like tiny little razors until every inch of her felt raw.
“No more, please. Daddy, I can’t. I can’t.”
“Oh, you will, Ace. But I can give you a bit of a break if you’d like.”
Relief flooded her when the buzzing stopped. But only for a moment, and then she was full of something, softer than the hard plastic he’d been torturing her with so far but not as soft as his flesh. It filled her, and between the new torture device and the plug, her senses were overwhelmed.