“You’ve been practicing,” he says as he watches me pull my vibrator away and hold off my orgasm, no longer pouting like I used to. Now Ioving the delicious taste of delayed gratification.
I turn my head, blushing. “Don’t look away. Look at me.” I look back at him, cheeks still hot. “That’s right. Good girl.” I pull it away again, my next orgasm quickly pulling at me again.
“How many times have you edged?”
“I lost count after seven…”
“Good girl. Cum for me now.”
My body hesitates for only a moment and then it hits me. Head rolling back and hips bucking. I’m cumming. “Don’t you stop. Keep going.” And I do.
“Yes, Daddy.” The words spill breathlessly off my lips.
And waves of pleasure crash over me again and again.
“That’s it. Keep going.”
“You do not have permission to stop. You’re my toy and I’ll play with you until I’m done. Who do you belong to?”
“I belong to you, Daddy. I’m all yours. It’s all for you.”
And I’m cumming again. My brain is off. It’s just Daddy’s voice telling me, “That’s it. You know how to make your Daddy feel good.” It’s his moans as he cums, and electricity between my legs as my body keeps giving in to waves of orgasms despite the overstimulation. Everything outside of this bed is gone. It’s just us.