Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Shiftingme onto my back against the bed’s fluffy pillows, Daddy moved, grabbing something from the bedside table.

“It seems to me, princess, that you struggle with staying still when Daddy tells you to. So for this little activity, you are going to have two rules. Number one is easy. Just don’t give into those tingles until Daddy gives you permission,” he explained, moving my legs until I was spread wide. The urge to cover my face in embarrassment was almost too much to handle, being so open and vulnerable to Daddy’s heated gaze.

“And the second rule, Daddy?” I asked with a trembling voice.

“The second rule is very, very important, princess. You must stay still unless Daddy instructs you to move. No matter what. Think you can do that for Daddy?” His nearly sinister smirk would have melted my panties — if I were still wearing them.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, resolving myself to obedience. I would show him what a good girl I could be.

“Close your eyes and relax into the bed, princess,” Daddy shushed me gently. I closed my eyes and obeyed.

The sound of buzzing filled the room and my eyes popped open as I realized exactly what was about to happen.

Smack!

A sharp slap landed on my tender inner thigh, making me yelp.

“Eyes closed, princess,” he reminded me sharply, and I knew it would be the last reminder I received before that reminder became the promise of further punishment. Closing my eyes shut tight, I waited for the buzzing to press against me.

Stay still. Stay still.

His command ran on a loop in my head. A moment later, the soft buzzing of a vibrator pressed over the seam of my pussy, making me gasp and twitch.

“Be still,” he reminded tersely, pulling the vibrator away only long enough for his command to be heard loud and clear. The vibrator ran over me again, teasing me by giving me just enough pleasure to want to writhe for him, but not enough to find any true satisfaction. It was maddening.

Spreading my lower lips, he touched what was obviously a bullet vibrator against my clit, letting it lay lengthwise down my slit, and allowing my lips to close around it. Pushing my thighs together tightly, he spoke again. “Open your eyes, princess. Keep your legs pushed together nice and tight for Daddy.”

I nodded, watching as he stood from the bed, removing his pants and shirt.

Jeepers!

If I had thought he was handsome with his clothes on, he was nothing short of a Greek god, fully naked. Kneeling beside me at the top of the bed, he took his cock in hand, stroking himself over me.

“See something you like?” he teased, noticing the way I looked at his hard length with a hunger that surprised me. I licked my lips, looking at him through lowered lashes as I nodded.

“Fuck me! When you look at me like that — Christ, princess. I can barely control myself.”

The thought of making him lose control became my focus. I wanted to see him lose control, to take me, to own me, to possess me, to protect me.

“Here, give me your hand, princess.” He took my hand, guiding it to his hard length and wrapping my fingers around him. “Let Daddy show you how he likes to be touched.”

Arousal shot through me, white hot and refusing to be ignored as a fantasy I’d had too many times to name came to life before my eyes. With slow strokes, he guided my hand up and down.

Reaching over me, he moved my other hand above my head.

“Remember, do not move.” I could only nod, my eyes still glued to the tip of his erection where pre-cum pearled at the tip. His fingers found their way to my slit again, tapping my inner thigh to have me spread a little for him. “Spread those creamy thighs, princess. Daddy is ready to play.”

With deft movements, he worked the buzzing toy over my clit like a master with his instrument. I was his instrument. My head spun as pleasure ran up and down my body. Holding my hand still in his, he thrust himself in and out of my hand, pleasuring himself with my body.

“That’s Daddy’s good girl. Don’t move a muscle, princess. Let the pleasure wash over you.” His words titillated me, pushing me closer and closer to that beautiful cliff of orgasm I wanted so desperately to fling myself off of.

My eyes scrunched close tightly as the orgasm began to build.

Daddy said not to cum without permission.I wasn’t going to be able to hold off.

“Be a good girl. Show me you can follow directions. Fuck… Princess, your hand feels so good wrapped around Daddy’s big cock.”

“You’re killing me,” I whimpered pathetically, as I struggled to hold still and not cum all at the same time.

“No, silly girl. I’m teaching you. Remember?” I groaned in abject need as he shifted the bullet so that it pressed at the bottom of my clit, hitting the sensitive nub where it was most vulnerable beneath its protective hood.

His cock moved faster, in and out of my grip as he pleasured himself. His groans of pleasure only made it that much harder to stave off my own orgasm.

“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered, starting to truly worry that I would not be able to succeed. My orgasm was right there, right there, ready to crash over me, and I might truly have been powerless to stop it. But that would be disobedient.

“Fuck me, yes! Beg for me, princess. Beg Daddy for that orgasm you want so badly.”

“Please! Please let me cum, Daddy! I can’t stop it. I can’t! Please!” I begged frantically.

“Fuck! Princess!” he cried out, ropes of his cum spraying over my tits.

A second later, just as my orgasm began to creep over the edge and send me into oblivion, he pulled the bullet away from my clit.

“NO!!” I cried out, the sudden denial hurting far worse than I had imagined.

“Daddy’s got you,” he murmured. “Now, up on your knees.”

I obeyed without thinking. My desire to please him, to give my full submission over to him, finally took over completely. My only thought was of him. Of Daddy.

I looked down at him, confused, as he settled against the pillows.

“Well?” he asked, looking up at me.

“I’m confused.”

“I want you right here, princess. One thigh here, one thigh here.” He gestured to the pillow on either side of his face.

“You can’t be serious,” I scoffed, wide eyed.

“Straddle Daddy’s face babygirl, or I’ll pull you up here myself. Either way, that pussy is going right over my mouth.”

“I’ll crush you!”

“That’s it. New rule. The next time you say you’ll crush me, you’re getting a spanking and I will force you to say three nice things about yourself every morning.”

“No!”

“On the phone with me.” He grinned mischievously.

“Daddy!” I whined.

“Get that perfect cunny up here on my face, or I’ll change it to saying them on video chat every morning.” With a grumble, I situated myself over his face, hovering carefully as I gripped the headboard.

Daddy chuckled. “I’m not made of glass, baby girl. Sit. And remember, do not cum until I give you permission. Ah ah ah, don’t interrupt. I promise you will know when it’s time. Now, be a good girl and sit on Daddy’s face.”

His arms wrapped around from behind and below, over my hips so his hands could clutch my inner thighs, and I eeped as he forcibly pulled me down onto him. My lower lips met his open and waiting mouth, and his tongue lapped at me from my cunny up my slit, finally hitting my already over-sensitized clitty.

I gasped and shuddered, and instinctively tried to lift back up, but Daddy’s powerful arms held me helpless in his vice-like grip. His tongue continued moving over and inside my folds like magic, pulling moans and whimpers from deep within my soul. Within moments, I felt myself right back on the verge of cumming, but I gripped the headboard with white knuckles and silently promised myself I wouldn’t let myself go until he gave me permission.

“Mmmmmm…” Daddy’s groan of pleasure and naked lust added vibration to his mouth as he continued pleasuring me, and I began rocking forward and back, truly riding his face. I felt his answering chuckle more than heard it and blushed a deep crimson as embarrassment threatened to overwhelm me. Still, I couldn’t help myself. I rode him, faster and harder, feeling my slickness coat his cheeks as he buried himself in my cunny, lapping and laving against my folds like a man dying of thirst. I began mewling pathetically, so hard was it to hold back.

“Please… please, Daddy. It tingles so much. Daddy, I can’t stand it. I need cummies. I need it too much.” Begging pathetically, mortification flooded me as the embarrassing words fell from my lips. But I didn’t care. All I could think of was my need. A need only Daddy could satisfy. I need him. I needed this.

“Mmhmm,” Daddy murmured a firm, affirmative sound, and tapped my inner thigh with one hand. I instantly understood that he was finally giving permission. I rocked back and forth faster still, heaving deep, panting breaths, as I felt myself falling over the edge.

As I crested into my orgasm at last, my head fell back, eyes closed, and I let out a primal, childlike, unintelligible scream of pleasure as my entire body shook violently from the strength of the pleasure Daddy had allowed me. It was easily the most intense orgasm of my life. I wasn’t sure how I even stayed upright, much less avoided suffocating Adam entirely.

Some seconds or minutes later, Daddy laid me back down on the bed, curled on my side with my knees pulled up against my chest, shivering with the aftershocks of pleasure as he stroked my hair and arm with a caring tenderness that threatened to bring tears to my eyes.

He spoke softly, gently, just like a good Daddy does after their little has fallen apart for them.

“Come, little one. It’s time for your bath. All good princesses deserve bubble baths.”