Page 90 of Obey
“Your pussy is good, Daddy. I need more, please. More.”
“More fingers? You what my whole hand?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please.”
“Baby girl. I think that might be too much.”
“No. I want more. Please.”
He hums. And when he tucks his thumb in, all his fingers are inside me, and my muscles clench around him, holding his hand prisoner. “Breathe through it, baby girl, keep breathing. You’re doing so, so well for me.”
My head lolls back.
“Look how fucking sexy you are taking Daddy’s hand like that. Does it feel good?”
A gravelly moan gathers in my throat. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. You’re about to queef baby girl. Do you know what that is?”
Before I can answer what sounds like a great big toot comes out of my body. “Oh my goodness.” My distressed moan makes him chuckle.
“There it is. Think we can do that again?”
Why in the name of anything does he want to make me make that noise again? I have no idea, but the embarrassment sticks to the sweat coating my skin. “Here we go, Half-Pint, relax. It’s going to happen again.” The embarrassing parp of air escapes from my body.
“It’s just air, baby girl. Nothing to be ashamed about. It’ll probably happen when my cock is tucked tightly inside this pussy of mine, too, you know. So tight.” He moves his hand, placing the fingers from his free hand over my clit. That tiny tingle isn’t so tiny anymore, and it’s not staying put in the base of my spine.
My nipples, my clit, my g-spot, they’re all singing from the same hymn sheet, and I’m about to explode. My body jerks and twitches on the bed, involuntary spasms as I charge toward release, a powerless passenger to Jagger’s skilled hands.
“There we go, baby girl. Almost there, right? You’re going to come for Daddy, aren’t you? Be a good girl for me, Half-Pint. Be a good girl for Daddy and come for me.”
My body reacts before my brain, muscles seizing, gripping his hand, freezing tightly, my back bowing off the bed, head tipped back in a silent scream.
“So close. I can feel it. My pussy’s getting all tight and hot, isn’t it baby girl? Your body’s going to give Daddy what he needs. I’m not stopping until I get what I need.”
Sweat’s trickling down my face as he nips at my nipples with his teeth, then sucks one into his mouth, flicking at it with his tongue. It’s the tipping point.
“Come on, baby girl. Give me all you’ve got.”
When I scream, my legs clench, gripping his whole arm between my thighs. Wave after wave of release crashes into me as his fingers somehow move despite my body holding him hostage.
“Keep going, sweet girl. Come on, you’re not done. You have more than that to give your Daddy.” His gentle cooing in my ear prolongs my orgasm. I’ve never felt like a surfer riding the wave of an orgasm until now, but I don’t want it to end. Those undulating ripples through my body make me feel like they could last forever.
I smack my hand out toward his body. “Now, please, please get inside me. Please.”
He grins at me but keeps his hand inside me until he’s positioned between my legs. He strips off his briefs and places his head at my entrance, the cold metal balls of his piercing a relief from the burning inferno at the apex of my thighs.
He licks off his fingers before putting his hands on either side of my head. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I roll my hips like that might make him go faster, but consent is important to him.
“If I start moving inside you, and it hurts too much, or you change your mind just say stop, no, or use your safeword, okay? Anything to signal you’re not okay progressing. Okay, baby girl?”
The way he protects me, even from him, curls around my heart like a warm blanket. “Yes, Daddy.”
He nudges his head a bit inside me. A laugh bubbles up inside me. I guess this is what they mean when they say “just the tip.”
He hooks his hands behind my knees and opens me to him, sinking further inside me. There’s a pinch of pain, an ache, a burn, the feeling of being stretched by something, similar to his fingers being inside me, but his hand had more flexibility to it. His cock is unforgiving.