Page 61 of Daddy's Lesson
“Admiring the scenery.” He shrugged. “Your pussy is crying for Daddy.”
He wasn’t wrong. I could feel the sheet below me getting damp, which was highly confusing. My brain and my body were not aligned in the slightest. And the fact that he was watching me drip onto the sheet… that should not have made my core clench with need.
“Daddy is going to eat your pussy now, little Picasso and I want you to watch yourself fall apart for me.”
Dutifully, I watched as he positioned himself and did exactly as he had promised. He ravaged me. His hands roamed my body as he ate my pussy like he had been starving in the desert for weeks. It was powerful and intense, and I watched my body respond to everything. A deep flush covered my face and neck, and my nipples hardened to sharp little peaks.
“You can come whenever you are ready, babygirl. Daddy is in a very generous mood, so give it all to me.”
I hadn’t needed his permission, but somehow having it ramped up my need. and before I knew it the orgasm was consuming me. And I watched. I watched my body arch off the bed. Whether I was trying to press closer to him or escape his attentions, I wasn’t sure. I watched his head move as he made love to me with his tongue and slowly brought me down from the powerful release.
“See how beautiful you are? When you let go of all your inhibitions and fly for Daddy, it is the most stunning thing to witness. Your submission is a gift. One I will cherish until the end of time.”
I didn’t have the energy to dispute any of his words, so I listened and tried to figure out how I was ever going to learn to believe him. Then his lips were on me again and my focus was elsewhere. He kissed my inner thighs, then made his way up licking and kissing my skin and telling me how perfect I was. How soft my skin was, and how much he loved every single inch of me. His lips on my oversensitized body was a lot to handle, and his words were a whole other thing, but when he got to my lips and I saw the deep passionate longing in his eyes, I was all in.
“Are you with me, Zoe?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered without thinking. I wanted to be with him. I wanted whatever he wanted.
He lowered his body on top of mine and I felt his cock press against my core. “Feel that, babygirl?” he asked as he rubbed up and down against my slit. “Daddy gets hard just thinking about you. I feel like my cock has been hard since we met up at the coffee shop.”
Arching my back, I tried to silently will him to fuck me already, but he pulled back.
“You’re not in charge here, baby. If you want Daddy’s cock you need to work for it.”
“What am I supposed to do? I’m tied up.”
He smiled like the cat that got the canary. “That you are.” He looked up at my bound hands and sighed happily. “I like you this way. I like that you can’t fight me or hide from me. How does it make you feel?”
“Respectfully, Daddy, all I can feel right now is frustration and need.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “That’s fair. We can talk about that later. For now, if you want Daddy’s cock then you need to repeat after me: I am beautiful inside and out.”
I stared up at him, not fully believing what I was hearing. “Are you serious?”
“Completely. If you want to come on Daddy’s cock, then you’re going to say the words. Let’s hear it.”
“What if I choose not to?”
He grinned, but this smile was a lot different than the last. This one was dark and sinister, like he was morphing into a completely different being. “Choices have consequences, little Picasso. Positive and negative. If you obey, then I will fuck you until you have come so many times you can’t remember your name. But if you choose not to obey, then I will get myself off while you watch and I’ll spend the rest of the night teaching you about a little punishment that we call edging.”
I clenched my teeth together, not really knowing what to say. Thankfully he continued.
“Have you heard of edging before?”
I shook my head.
“No? Well it's certainly a handy punishment in my vast arsenal. See, edging is when Daddy takes you all the way to the edge of coming and then never lets you fall. You know that uncomfortable little ache between your legs right now? That ache will grow and grow until it’s the only thing you can feel. You’ll cry and you’ll beg and you’ll make all the good girl promises, but Daddy won’t let you come until I believe you have learned your lesson, and that it will stick for a good, long time.”
“That sounds awful,” I whispered, my mouth and throat completely dry.
“I promise it will be. You won’t like it one bit. So be a good girl and do as Daddy says.”
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. “I am beautiful inside and out,” I whispered.
“Good girl. Now open your eyes and say it like you mean it.”
Gosh, I did not want to do as he asked. It went against every grain in my body, but I also wanted him, needed him to take me. And I definitely had no desire to play his edging game.