I wanted him inside me, but I knew better than to ask for that now. I would get every last inch of him when he was ready and not a moment before.
He teased me toward the edge of orgasm once again, those devilish fingers working my body with skillful ease. Within moment, I was ready to come again with the folds of my pussy still burning from his punishing blows.
My hips rolled lewdly, and I could do nothing to stop them. My orgasm seemed just out of my reach and then I started to do the unthinkable.
“Please, Daddy. Please,” I begged.
“Please what, little girl? You’re going to have to be far more specific when you tell Daddy what you need,” he answered, and a harsh shudder raced down my spine.
I felt a heated flush race over my cheeks, and I was vaguely thankful that my face was pressed against the stone tile. He wouldn’t be able to see what his words were doing to me.
“I…”
“Tell Daddy, little girl, or this little pussy is going to get spanked bright red instead of just pink,” he warned, and my inner walls nearly convulsed at the meaning behind those words.
“Please. Daddy.”
For a moment, I wavered and then I focused on his instructions and it became infinitely easier.
“Please, Daddy. Please let me come for you,” I pleaded. I sounded weak. My voice trembled and I wondered if there was a part of me that was broken for saying exactly what he wanted me to say.
“There, now. Was that so hard?” he asked, and I quivered, refusing to answer.
He laughed softly.
“Such a proud little girl,” he purred and there was a hidden message beneath those words that left me reeling with fear. He didn’t continue the thought, but I knew a veiled threat when I heard one.
“But with Daddy, you’re just a wet and needy little girl, aren’t you?” he pressed.
A cry of shame died on my lips.
I hated that he was right. I would never admit it either. Never in a million years.
“I…” I began, meaning to start arguing with him that he was wrong even though I knew that every word was a lie, and my body was telling him everything but that.
“You will answer me properly, little girl, or Daddy will be forced to take you over his knee for another very real lesson in obedience,” he said brazenly, and I cringed with fear.
“Yes, Daddy,” I wailed.
He cleared his throat. He didn’t even need to say the words to make my anxiety implode inside me. I opened my mouth, and I knew that I was going to say the words he wanted to hear.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m a wet and needy little girl for you,” I cried, unable to stop the way I quivered with every last breath.
I hated that it was true. I hated that he got to me like this and that my body was forcing me to deal with things I wasn’t prepared to bear.
Those infuriating fingers returned to my clit. I expected him to tease me, to torture me until the painful knife of desire scoured into my belly, but he didn’t.
This time his fingers were steady, sure, and steadfast.
This time, he forced my pleasure forward. I teetered on that precipice for seconds and then he forced me over the ledge. My lips opened in shock as my pleasure hurtled through me. It closed in on me with frenzied swiftness, closer and closer until I fell into the chasm that bridged pain and pleasure. I lost myself in those feelings.
A cry fell off my lips and I was only vaguely aware that it sounded more like a moan than anything else.
My legs trembled and the arm that pinned my back to the wall wound around my waist and held me up. I probably would have fallen if he hadn’t, and I wasn’t ready for how that tenderness played at the dead carcass that was my heart.
I tried not to focus on that, but it ate away at me anyway no matter how hard I tried to fight it.
My thighs tensed so hard as bliss raced through me. With nothing but his fingers on my clit, I soared high in the realms of ecstasy for so long that I could have sworn I was lost forever. My spine arched as my pussy ground against his fingers and this time he allowed it. A second orgasm soon followed the first, catching me in its hold and rendering me senseless with passionate desire.
My screams echoed around me. They sounded almost wild, as if I were a feral animal in heat as I came for him. Everything tensed and then a third orgasm rattled me from the inside out.
Daddy was in control.
Daddy was going to decide how many times I came.
Daddy was going to decide when this would end.
My body quaked as he forced a fourth release from my trembling form and I soon began to fear just how many more times he was going to make me come.
His cock was so very hard against my hip. I could feel it throbbing against my skin.
“Daddy’s going to stroke his cock while making you come for him. You’re not going to stop coming until Daddy’s finished, do you understand, little girl?” he asked, and I couldn’t stop the way his voice make my legs shake.
When I didn’t answer right away, he pinched my clit hard with his fingers and I cried out as painful pleasure coursed through me.
“Yes, Daddy. I understand,” I gasped, and he growled his approval in my ear. I could feel his fingers working his cock against my hip. His other hand between my legs didn’t slow and that fifth orgasm shook me straight to the very core.
The pleasure didn’t stop. It kept forcing its way out of me from somewhere deep within. I hadn’t even known I was even capable of such earth-shattering ecstasy until him.
I came. Again and again until a
