He was no longer the man I’d married so long ago. Now he was a perfect stranger. This time, those fingers belonged to someone else.
This time, those fingers belonged to Daddy.
I didn’t know what was happening, but I felt like I was falling into the blissful freedom of oblivion. No longer did it matter that I worked for dangerous people, that my job could get me killed or that after this was all over, that I’d probably be dead anyway for getting found out. He took that all away.
First with his hand. Then with his belt and now with his fingertips across my flesh.
Those fingertips glided along the outer folds of my pussy, just brushing against my skin to tease me even closer to the promisingly captive void of pleasure. My hips arched up slowly as I tried to give him even greater access to my body. He didn’t need that though. He had all the access he’d ever need.
First one finger slipped between my folds, just glancing across my clit and making me shudder with need so absolute that I knew my inevitable orgasm would be the hardest one I’d ever had in my life. Just the beginnings of it were enough to make me quiver with fear, but at the same time I wanted it.
“You’re going to come hard for Daddy, aren’t you, little girl?”
Oh, God. Those words were making my insides quiver with need even though I didn’t want them to.
“Answer me, little girl,” he warned. The sound of his voice reverberated deep in my core.
“Yes, Daddy,” I pleaded, only just noticing that I was beginning to grind my pelvis against his fingers in a sordid display that made me flush with shame.
Good girls didn’t do this.
Dirty little girls called their man Daddy and even dirtier ones rode his fingers until they came.
Did I want that? Did I want to come on Daddy’s fingers?
He pressed a little harder, teased me a little more firmly, and I realized that I did.
I wanted that orgasm.
Badly.
Those expert fingers worked my little clit, taunting me with pleasure and pulling away just when I thought I was going to come. He did that, edging me over and over again until I thought I was going to climb the walls, I needed to come so badly.
He took my clit between two fingers and dragged them back and forth, working me into a frenzy, only to leave me on the precipice of orgasm once more before taking them away.
“Oh. Please,” I whimpered.
“Do you want to come for me, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please!”
“Then you’re going to beg Daddy for it,” he demanded, and I cried out in shame and arousal and terrible consuming need.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I could think of nothing to say. I didn’t know what else he would want to hear.
He teased my clit again, pressing harder and harder until I was gasping for air as he pulled away. The bite of denial was even crueler, and it cut deep into my core with a resounding jolt that left me reeling. My hips started moving of their own accord, seeking out his touch and when I couldn’t find it, I cried out in despair.
“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
