She nodded quickly, grasping for the edges, but the pending force seemed to be too strong. I continued as she came, not letting up on her. She turned her head from the mirror in front of her, and when she saw the side view of us, she seemed to melt into the dresser.
“No…” she cooed. “So good… so good…”
I gave her another two orgasms before her body gave out. I caught her, pulled her to the bed and spread her legs.
“Those were for you. This one is all mine.” I kissed her until her body came alive again. Then, I showed her no mercy. Deep, powerful, thrusts poured from me. I angled my own body so that the dildo pressed against my mound in just the right way to make me feel each stroke. “Baby…” I moaned as I hit the right angle for me. “You feel so good.”
Sera’s moans were strangled as she struggled to stay with me. Her body ready to give in to the need building in her.
“Wait. For. Me,” I growled.
Sera nodded her understanding, but I wasn’t convinced that she could obey. She was gripping the sheets and begging me for relief.
I moved faster, feeling the urgency in her energy.
“Daddy… Daddy… I’m com–”
“NO. Wait…” I growled as my own orgasm stiffened my motions. “For…” I gasped, feeling good. Too damn good. “I’m almost…”
“Daddy… please… Daddy… yours! Please!”
Sera was in my head, pulling me under her spell, and I loved it here.
“Daddy!”
“Baby…”
“Daddy…”
“Baby, yes!” I let go and rode her without another thought.
Relief hit me at once as my body gave in to the sensations. Sera was right there with me as we came. When the spasms stopped, we both collapsed onto the bed panting hard and satisfied. I waited for Sera to calm before I removed the vibe from her and turned it off.
We ended the evening with the kind of careful aftercare that held both the authority and affection of our arrangement: warm tea, soft words about consent and limits, and a little ceremony where she described what she liked about being caught—her honesty about the shame, the thrill, the way being disciplined made her feel safe. How good it had been for me to take what I wanted from her. It was honest and perfect.
When I finally let go and she settled in my lap, I thought about how far she’d come and how many leaps were still ahead of us.
“Good girl,” I told her and meant every syllable. She kissed me like she was finally allowed to and, for a moment, no moreclues mattered, no more glitter—only the after and the promise of more.
My cell rang and I growled before jumping up to grab it. Derek.
“Is there a reason why Sadie is being so nice to me after she said she was coming to your place?” he asked immediately.
I chuckled. “There is.”
“I’m listening,” he said to me. “Angel, get in here!” he shouted with his mouth away from the phone.
“One second.” I handed Seraphina the phone and she took it warily.
“Hello?” she said.
I heard Derek say something and Seraphina looked at me with guilt clouding her expression.
“If I tell you will she get in trouble?” she asked.
I leaned close to hear him speak. “That’s not for you to know, little one. We tell the truth because it’s the right thing to do, not because we don’t want to get our friends in trouble.”
“I plead the fifth,” Seraphina blurted quickly and tried to give me the phone back.
