Page 57 of Daddy, Take Me Away


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The instant visual that flashed across her mind’s eye had her body heating, her buttocks clenching as best they could, and her kitty flooding.

“What if I don’t ask?”

His chuckle came again, this time accompanied by the lightest brush of his cock over her clit which was swelling with every moment that passed.

“I don’t believe we need worry about that, do you?”

Why bother acting as if she wasn’t just as needy as he appeared to be? All he had to do was brush against her to feel how very wet she was. And if she were honest with herself, he had made sure she’d climaxed even when filling her bottom this morning. It was only fair that she help him climax as he removed the beads.

“No, I don’t think we do,” she admitted.

“Then shall we begin?”

“We shall,” she returned, trying for the same formality he was using. Of course, she failed when she gasped as he bent to kiss the dimple that held her tattoo and then used the tip of his tongue to lick along the divide below the heart. Her blood was racing, her heart pounding and she might have worried about being unsteady except for the fact his hands held her hips, keeping her safe.

She waited for that first delicious thrust only to be denied. Pushing her bottom higher didn’t help. Neither did attempting to press back against him. His cock remained between her legs, but it was as if he’d become blind and couldn’t find her entrance.

“Micah, you can continue to move, but nothing is going to happen until you ask, remember?”

Ask? Oh, right!

Glad that no one was witnessing this very intimate, debauched made-up game, she said, “Please, may I have your cock, Sir?”

“You may,” he said and with one single thrust, filled her until she could feel her eyes rolling back in pure pleasure.

Of course, they then flew open when she felt the pressure of the string being tugged and the bead that had protested its entry, now seeming determined to remain nestled in its hiding place. Once she realized she’d be feeling no more thrusts until that ball popped out, she pressed down, concentrating on relaxing her muscles to coax its exit.

“Good girl,” Stone praised. “If you could only see how fucking sexy you look right now,” he added, tugging the string a bit harder until she felt the pressure increase and then disappear as the first bead popped free.

It was embarrassing, it was a very kinky thing to do, but, god help her, it was a huge turn on as well.

“Please, may I have another thrust?”

He complied and gave another tug. With each request and glorious thrust followed by each expulsion of a bead, Micah felt her climax building. She lost count of how many beads were left but could see them as the number on the outside grew larger and the string lengthier. She wasn’t sure what amazed her more. The fact that she’d actually held the entire necklace all day or that her Daddy had the stamina of an ox as he’d not once given her more than a single deep thrust with each request.

“Please, Daddy, I can’t take much more. Can’t you just fuck me now?”

“I can if you want to concede the game.”

She could care less who won the game. She was already a winner just playing with this man and if the consolation prize was a climax, she was all in.

“I concede!” she said and then screeched as the rest of the beads were ripped from her ass in one fell swoop. The sensation was enough to set off her climax and the fact her Daddy began to pound into her hard and fast had her flying.

“Micah!” he bellowed as he erupted while her pussy walls contracted again and again.

“Daddy!” she screamed as a second, stronger orgasm overtook her and her world turned gray and then faded to black.

Chapter Eight

Stone

“Welcome back,” he said as Micah’s eyelids fluttered open.

“Hi,” she said softly and smiled. “Is this where you gloat and remind me you won the game?”

Stone laughed and brushed a curl off her forehead. “That would be a bit hypocritical of me, don’t you think? After all, I punish you for lying and stating I won the game when it was you who flew into dreamland wouldn’t send the correct message.”

“I did, didn’t I? You were amazing, Daddy. Thank you.”