Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
“Oh god.” I whimper, desperate to move the toy and touch the throbbing parts of me that will surely set me off in no time.
“You like that, don’t you? Like that I watch you. Like that I think of you in that way. I think of slipping in the bathroom with you. Sitting on the edge of the tub and reaching down under the bubbles. Slipping my hand down where I know you have yours. Don’t you, baby? You play with yourself in the bath, don’t you?”
My core clenches and my free hand reaches up to cup my breast, fingers gently pinching my nipple and before I can answer I hear Stas say the words I so love to hear.
“Jesus, God, yes…fuck, baby, that’s so fucking hot.” He growls as I force open my eyes to see the laser intensity of his gaze on the screen of the phone, watching me.
“Yes, Daddy.” I answer on a shaking breath as I run the purple vibe around and around. “I put my fingers down there. It feels good. Is that bad? Am I a bad girl?”
We play into the dark fantasy together. Its heady taboo nature has my head light and my breathing shallow. It’s wrong but it feels so good.
“You make Daddy very hard, little girl. That’s very naughty. Making him want you like this. Making him need you. You get that, don’t you? Daddy needs you. Daddy loves you. Daddy wants to show you how much. Would you like that? Would you like Daddy to show you how much he loves you?”
His words push me nearly to the edge. So wrong. So dirty. But I can never deny the effect this game we play has on me. On us both.
“Yes.” I manage, the tension gripping me as I shift my hips, needing more contact from the vibrating wand.
“You want that toy on your clit, don’t you?” Daddy asks and I nod on a groan. “Needy little girl.” The comment sounds disapproving, but there’s lust there as well. The heady combination only serves to drive me further towards the edge. “You like to drive me crazy, don’t you? Tease your Daddy? Thinking I won’t touch you because it’s wrong. Is that what you think, baby?”
I shake my head, looking at the screen on the phone as Daddy’s eyes narrow. “No.” I respond best I can through my quick breaths. “Ooops, I mean…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tease you.” I play into the fantasy, feeling the tension rise and my need grow with every word.
“Daddy wants to taste you. Did you know that? That I want to put my mouth on you. Give you some very special kisses.”
“I’d like that.” I twist the toy round and round on my outer lips, my body begging for more, but I know not to rush things. Daddy knows best and although it’s driving me crazy, I don’t dare do anything without specific instruction.
“Goodgirl. Move the toy now onto your clit for me. Lightly. I want to watch you squirm for a while. You pretend that’s Daddy’s tongue. Daddy tasting his little girl for the first time. It’s so special having him lick you down there, isn’t it?”
“Um hm.” I barely get the sound out as the vibrator makes contact with my throbbing nub, sending a wave of desire through my body. I’m so close but I bite the inside of my lip to keep the orgasm that’s been building since I sat down in the chair at bay.
“Spread those fucking legs so I can see.” His voice rumbles deeper. “Show me what you like. How you cum when you think of me touching you.”
I close my eyes as I arch my back and my head presses back into the chair.
“I see how wet you are.” Daddy’s voice is slow and methodical. “You’re a naughty girl for Daddy. Only for Daddy. Always for Daddy.”
“God, Daddy please.” I beg as the tension becomes nearly unbearable.
“Take the toy away.” He commands, and I moan out a protest. “Do it now.” He barks the order and I relent, pulling the vibrating wand off of my dripping folds and taking a deep breath as I try to steady myself.
I focus my foggy gaze back on the phone and even the way he looks at me right now has my tummy fluttering and my skin heating, the hairs on my arms standing up.
“What now, Daddy?” I whisper as I feel the wetness drip out of me, down my ass and into the chair fabric below.
“I want you to show me how you touch yourself when I’m not around. How you make yourself cum when you’re thinking about Daddy. You do think about me, don’t you? Think about your Daddy while you touch yourself?”
I nod, my inhibitions falling away as my drive to push myself over the edge consumes me.