Page 55 of Obey

I don’t have a Daddy kink. I’ve never had a Daddy kink. I will never have a Daddy kink.... except...

“Just relax, baby girl. I’ve got you.”

Her muscles unstiffen as I work my middle finger into her ass to join my index finger. It’s a slow process, checking in with her each time my finger moves, and her ass stretches to accommodate me. While she adjusts, I use my free hand to circle her clit, trying to help her relax into the experience.

“Still doing okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice is dreamier, softer, and if I were to put money on it, I’d say this scene is putting my girl into subspace.

Despite the aching in my cock, the pulsing in my balls, I need to be responsible here. It’s her first time. I can’t imagine Harry ever even got her to come, let alone pushed her into subspace,and I want to make sure the whole experience is good for her. Even if it means I end up with blue balls.

“You okay to take a little more, baby girl?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Good girl.” I stroke her hair. “Show me how good you can be for Daddy, okay?”

The moan those words draw from her has me pumping my cock with my free hand. She’s squirting onto the already wet bed.

Then the giggles start.

“You still with me, baby girl?”

She nods.

“I’m going to need you to use your words, Talia.”

Using her name seems to break through the haze. “I’m okay. It feels good.”

“Such a good girl. You’re doing so well. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

She hums. Then giggles some more.

“More?”

“Please.”

It takes a little time and patience, and a lot more lube, but we work in the second finger.

“More, please.” Her politeness, even in her demands, is the most adorable thing. I’ve always valued good manners, and the fact I don’t need to remind her of them is another check in the column that makes me want to explore this woman’s every kink.

Instead of adding a third finger, I add even more lube and start finger-fucking her ass. Gently, slowly, but still rhythmically. Her humming, her contented sighs, and her giggles spur me on more and more until she’s a soaking wet mess, and her muscles are twitching around my fingers.

“Close, baby girl?”

She’s mumbling, seems more to herself than to me. But from the flickers and clenching, the tensing around my fingers, she’s not far away.

Watching her like this is the most beautiful thing. The privilege of experiencing someone in their most base level, in their most intimate space, is one of the things I treasure most about being a dominant.

Stripping back the day-to-day life, coaxing someone to shut off their critical inner monologue, and giving themselves over to the process, to the whim of another person.

To truly disengage the way Half-Pint is right now, usually takes longer than this, but it’s glorious to witness.

It can be difficult to make someone come anally, and I really want to make her fall apart into a soaking wet puddle on the bed. I move so I can slide my other hand into her slick folds and swirl my fingers around her clit too.

“You’re so beautiful, all tied up and blindfolded for me, baby girl. You know that, right?”

She hums.