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)
I set the toy on the table next to the chair and bring my fingers to myself.
“That’s my girl.” Daddy’s deep voice urges me on. “It pleases me to watch you. Pleases me when you do as I ask.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I answer as I take the tips of my first two fingers and begin circling my clit with them.
I know our fantasy play would be offensive to many, but it works for us and there’s no harm. I do think of him as my Daddy in many ways, not like the man that raised me. No. This is so very different. I would get zero pleasure from thinking about him.
But when Daddy and I take on these roles between us, it feels so right. So good in so many ways, not just like this. Not just the taboo dirty talk, although that sure feels right and works as well.
For us both.
“Goodgirl. Take one hand and play with your tits, baby. I want you using both hands on yourself. Pretending it’s me.”
I do as he asks, my other hand moving faster and faster around my clit until I’m rubbing it directly as I hold and squeeze my tits back and forth. It takes everything I have to keep my eyes on him on the phone screen but the look of approval and desire in his eyes is intoxicating to me.
My mouth drops open and I take stalled breaths as my orgasm builds again. I curl my toes, trying to push it forward, praying Daddy lets my release happen this time. He enjoys this, edging me until I’m a begging mess.
“God, I fucking love you.” He says on a groan. “You are everything to me, Babybear. Everything.”
I keep my eyes pinned on his as he watches me play until I can’t take it anymore.
“Daddy, please, may I cum?” I ask in a breathy voice as respectfully as I can muster at the moment.
“Do you love me?”
“Um,” I moan, trying to form the words I know he needs and I want to say. “Yes…so much I don’t understand it. So much I don’t know how to tell you.”
“Goodgirl. But still, not yet. Daddy’s not done watching you.” His low rumble tells me I’m having a similar effect on him, but his control is far better than mine. “I want a finger inside of you. Show me where you’d like my cock to be, babygirl. Show me how you’d like Daddy to fuck you someday.”
I lower my hand and press my middle finger into my soaking opening. It slides in easily and I think of Daddy. Think of when he fucks me. Think of how he stretches me and fills me.
I pump the finger in and out, listening to the wet sound it makes as I speed up and clench my inner muscles, watching Daddy’s face on the screen.
“You make me so fucking hard.”
“God.” I plead and whimper. Knowing I have that effect on him somehow always pushes me right to the edge. “Please, please, Daddy. Please.” I draw out the word, praying I can hold back, but on the next breath no longer caring what the punishment might be if I can’t.
“I do love you begging. Know you belong to me. Know Daddy loves you. Know you are here to please me. To serve me. To cum for me. Yes, Babybear. Cum for me now. Show Daddy how you’d cum for me if I was the one inside of you. If I was the one kissing you down low. Sucking up all th—”
I don’t hear anything else. My body explodes and my own vocal expressions consume me for what feels like an eternity. I cum hard, rolling one orgasm right into the next.
When I finally come up for a breath, stars are in my eyes and Daddy’s voice is there.
“Get that toy back on my pussy. Cum again, right now. Do it.” He half shouts and I fumble for the toy, turning it on and doing my best to comply with his order. “Cum again. Now, Babybear. Right now.”
I’m so programmed to his voice command it only takes the slightest touch of the toy before I’m off again, this time even harder and longer, until I can’t catch my breath and my thighs are shaking uncontrollably.
“God, you’re beautiful. So sexy for Daddy.” I hear his voice as I come down, my body going slack in the chair and I drop the toy to the floor.
It dances and moves around on its own but I don’t care.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I’m thanking him for his compliments, but he’s also taught me my orgasms are his. At his discretion. And it shows him the respect he deserves to thank him for allowing me to cum.
“Goodgirl. Thank you, my precious. My love.” I look up to see him half smiling at me. “Now, Daddy has to work. If you’d like to play longer, you may, but George will be back soon and I don’t want him to come looking for you. Okay?”