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They’ve got me in a headlock or have pinned me down and suddenly it’s not fun anymore. Suddenly I’m hyper aware of how much power they have, how now I’m gonna get fucked so hard and so deep because how stupid am I question daddy’s strength when I am so little.

pressing the slice to your lips. "hold this for me."

watching you take it careful. holding it between your teeth. you concentrate while trying so hard to be good while the vibrator does exactly what i set it to do underneath you.

turning it up one setting.

watching your jaw go tight trying not to bite down. feeling you shift on my lap. hips wanting to move and nowhere to go. hands flexing behind your back. the effort of it written all over your face. holding the apple, holding still, holding yourself together while i sit there completely unbothered and watch you work for it.

two minutes. i let it go two full minutes. watching you struggle through every second of it. watching your eyes go wet at the corners. watching you breathe through your nose because your mouth is occupied and you're so determined to be good.

then reaching up. taking the apple slice from your lips. bringing it to my mouth. taking a bite slow while i look at you.

"good girl."

turning the vibrator all the way up.

hands finding their hips. starting to move them slowly.

"keep going."

"i can't— i'm too close i'm gonna—"

"i know." moving their hips faster. not slower. "keep going anyway."

a devastated sound. hips moving despite themselves now, chasing and fighting it at the same time. "please— please i'm right there please—"

reaching down between us. thumb finding their clit.

the whimper they let out at the contact.

"no— no no no please that's too much please i'm gonna cum please—"

not stopping. working slow circles while their hips keep moving. feeling them get impossibly closer. feeling them try to still themselves and moving them again.

"you're not done." i remind them. "keep riding."

"i can't i can't i can't—" crying tears now. hips moving frantically despite every protest. body completely overriding everything their mouth is saying. “please let me cum please i’ve been so good please—”

"not yet." thumb still moving. steady. "you said you weren't done. so finish what you started."

a sob. hips working desperately. thighs shaking with the effort of taking all of it while i keep rubbing slow deliberate circles and refuse to give them what they're begging for.

"please—" barely a word anymore. "please please i can't hold it please—"

watching them fall apart trying to hold on. watching them lose every single battle with their own body while i stay completely unbothered underneath them.