“Yes, Sir.”
“Clasp your hands behind my neck, and don’t let go,” he orders.
I do as I’m told. The stretch lifts my breasts even higher.
Daddy cups them and plays with them, molding them in his palms, flicking the tips, and circling my areolas.
I’m writhing. My pussy is soaked and not from the bath water.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “I was so proud of you today. You handled a stressful situation seamlessly.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I’m feeling pretty proud of myself, actually. He’s right. I had a good day, considering it was nothing like I expected when we first got up this morning.
I can’t believe Lillian is here. She’s in the pink room. Maybe she’s sleeping. Maybe she’s taking a shower. I hope she can’t hear us. I don’t mind sharing my Little with her, but I don’t like the idea of her listening to us fooling around.
“Shhh. You’re moaning, Baby girl. You have to be quiet if you want Daddy to reward you for being so good.”
I bite my bottom lip. I hadn’t realized I’d been moaning.
“That’s my girl.” He releases my breasts and slides his hands to my pussy. “So soft…”
I whimper. It’s hard to stay quiet. I haven’t had to do that in our home before.
Daddy wraps one arm around my waist, holds me steady, and fingers me with his other hand. “My girl is so tight.” He eases his finger in and out of me, taking his time, driving me mad.
“Daddy…”
“Patience, naughty girl. Let Daddy play with you.”
I don’t know how long I can hold on like this. My fingers are threaded together behind his neck, but I’m about to detonate. I hope he doesn’t intend for me to hold off my orgasm. I don’t think I can. He hasn’t ordered me not to come.
The moment his thumb presses against my clit, I come. Hard. I also cry out. I can’t stop myself.
Daddy chuckles as he continues to rub my clit and adds a second finger to my pussy. “My girl isn’t capable of being quiet.”
My arousal continues to rise as if I haven’t just had an orgasm. It’s building. It’s his fault. He’s a master with his fingers. He’s also a master with his mouth. Remembering his mouth on my pussy does nothing to dampen my ardor. I switch to thinking about his cock inside me and nearly combust. I’m floating higher and higher. I don’t think my body is touching the bottom of the tub anymore.
Daddy adds a third finger and rubs my clit faster. “Come on Daddy’s fingers again, Baby girl.”
I obey him, my eyes rolling back as I give him what he wants. I’m aware that I’m moaning, but I have no idea how loud I am.
Fuck it. I can’t possibly care if Lillian can hear me. This is my happy place. Daddy and I only moved into this new territory in our relationship yesterday. There’s no way I’m going to stop having sex with him just because she’s staying here. Too bad.
“One more, Little one, and then I’ll wash you.”
I shake my head. “I can’t, Daddy.” I’m panting and wrung out from the two orgasms. I don’t have another one in me.
“Yes, you can, Baby girl. Be a good girl and let Daddy make you feel good again.”
I whimper and lift my hips the fraction I’m capable of when he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of me from behind. He pushes them in as deep as he can and then scissors all three of them, blowing my mind. How many different ways can this man make me come? I hope I get to spend the next eighty years finding out. I don’t care if the math on that isn’t logical. He better not leave me. I won’t allow it.
“You’re going to give me one more in the tub with my fingers, Simone, and then I’m going to lay you on the bed and eat your cunt until you come on my mouth. After that, I’ll let you have my cock.”
His words are so filthy. His promise is so absurd. He’s the one who gets punished if I don’t come as many times as he demands.
But there’s little chance of that happening because suddenly, he releases my waist and smooths his free hand down to my clit. He pinches it hard enough to make me cry out. But the sharp pain also sends me over the edge.
I’m freefalling. I can’t speak, let alone think a single coherent thought, while my pussy pulses around his fingers.
