CHAPTER TEN
Miri
“Jesus!” I cried as his fingers played some kind of perfect melody over my clit and along my slit. I had no idea how in the world he could be such a damned expert with his fingertips. Hell, it felt better than any kind of sexual activity I’d ever experienced with anyone else. I could feel my body growing both weak from the way the pleasure ran through me and also energized in anticipation of what would surely be happening soon.
I also had no idea if a little girl was allowed to cry out something like that. I hoped I wasn’t misbehaving. The reality of that sudden thought hit me hard.
I was worried about misbehaving for Drew.
I was worried about misbehaving for Daddy.
Misbehaving!
For Christ’s sake, what had happened to me?
Of course, I didn’t mind it. I didn’t mind at all that my thoughts tended at the moment toward making sure I was obedient and submissive. I figured I might never understand the change in me but oddly, I didn’t rebel against the thought. On the contrary, I found myself somehow even more turned on by the knowledge of my submission.
I knew with absolute certainty there was no other human being on this Earth who could possibly have earned my submission. He was alternately stern and patient with me. I needed the sternness. After all, I’d developed a pretty damned ingrained habit of treating him like crap. I also needed patience for the exact same reason.
With Drew, I get both.
God, I love this man!
“Oh, Daddy,” I whispered. I felt so damned desperate for him, so needy. If not for the fact that I held so tightly to his shoulders, I probably would have just fallen down. My legs felt weak and the rest of my body felt pretty damned ready to give out as well. His hands always moved so expertly and I clung so tightly to him, I actually thought my fingers might dig right into his flesh!
Then my legs did give out.
Thankfully, Drew anticipated it. His arm came around me and as I collapsed, he moved down with me, slowing me and never once stopping with his hand. “Daddy…” I whined, “Daddy, I’m so close.” For a long time, I’d suspected he knew how to keep me right on the brink of orgasm with his fingers. He’d never said anything about it and he wasn’t one of those Dom’s who expected me to ask permission to cum but I felt pretty certain he knew how to keep me right on the brink of release and did it just to… well, I didn’t know why the hell he did it.
But I loved it as much as I hated it.
Maybe that was why he did it.
Whatever the reason, I was so desperate and he just kept his measured touching, grazing over my folds and my clit until finally, I almost screamed, “Daddy, please! I need to cum! Please!” I thought I heard him chuckle as he pushed me so I was flat on the hardwood floor. He took his hand away from my pussy and I whimpered but then cried out as he positioned himself between my legs and thrust into me. “Daddy!” I cried as his cock drove deep inside and the orgasm I needed hit me with the power of a steam engine.
I couldn’t think and I couldn’t breathe. I just held onto him, crying out over and over as he thrust into me. I couldn’t even move my body like I wanted to. I had to just accept his thrusts without participating very much at all. It had to be the most powerful damned orgasm of my life, and I had no idea how the hell I was supposed to wrap my head around how powerful it was.
What I knew for sure was this…
The orgasm came from my Daddy.
I was on the floor of my Daddy’s house except it was my house, too. The ring on my finger said that but more importantly when I sold my house, I paid off the mortgage on this house and now we were both in it for fifty percent of the money. Joint tenants with rights of survivorship. I was on the floor of my house with my husband, my Daddy, fucking me like there was no tomorrow right on the floor in the room he built for me that housed the most precious of my books and painting in museum-quality cases that were waterproof and fire resistant. It was like he fucked me in a museum.
My very own museum.
With my Daddy.
My forever Daddy.
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