Millie
Daddy’s words pierce the haze of need clouding my brain and I lift my head, shocked to find my hands wrapped around his wrist. I immediately let go, jerking my hands away to press my palms against the headboard once more. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Shaking his head, he sighs and reaches for his phone, tapping a button to start the timer over and I can’t help but whimper at the thought of enduring ten more minutes of his exquisite torture.
“Let’s try this again. Keep those hands on the headboard, little one.”
A sob rises in my throat as he presses the fake cock deeper inside me. After two of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, even the gentle vibrations from this toy are too much. Far too much for me to handle with any grace.
“Please, Daddy, I’m sorry. I won’t be naughty anymore, please. I can’t take it.”
“But you can.” When his eyes meet mine, they’re dark with a hunger that knocks the very air from my lungs. “You can take it, because you’re my good Little girl. Aren’t you, Camilla? You’re Daddy’s good girl, and you’re going to take whatever Daddy gives you.”
The truth of his words echo in my soul. Because he’s right. I’ve only ever wanted to be a good girl. To obey and submit and give myself over to someone so completely that I lose sight of where my will ends and theirs begins.
As he speaks, the vibrations from the cock buried deep in my pussy grow even more intense. And even if I’d wanted to lie, all pretense has been stripped from me as effortlessly as he stripped me of my clothes. “Y-yes, Daddy. I’m your g-good girl.”
“I know you are, baby. Which is why I’m going so easy on you right now. If I thought you’d disobeyed me on purpose, we would be having a very different discussion.”
Then and there, I vow never to give him a reason to be hard on me, if this is his definition of “easy”. I’ll be the best-behaved Little girl in the whole wide world if that’s what it takes.
Even as I make that vow, my arms tremble from the effort of keeping my hands pressed against the headboard. The painful pleasure he’s forcing on me demands action, but I fight my own instincts and let him torture me, let him drag me closer and closer to that knife’s edge of pleasure he’s already taken me over twice.
When I go flying the third time, I scream and I sob, tears streaming down my cheeks as sensation slices me open from the inside out. But I manage to keep my hands where they belong as he pulls the cock from between my soaked lips.
“Good girl. Just three more minutes, little one. If you can hold on for three more minutes, your punishment can be over.”
Three minutes. I can do anything for three minutes.
Or so I think, until the buzzing starts. Whatever toy he’s chosen next is louder than both the others, and my heart pounds against my chest before he even touches me.
And when it comes to rest against my poor, abused clit, my mind goes blank. All I know is pleasure and pain, and that overwhelming combination of both that threatens to destroy me.
“Naughty, naughty girl.”
The words, and the accompanying chuckle, yank me back to the land of the living and I look down, groaning at the sight of my hands once again wrapped around his wrists.
Fresh tears well in my eyes as I look up into his hungry, dark gaze. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, not bothering to fight the tears or to keep my voice from trembling. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean to. Please don’t punish me again.”
“I’m afraid you left me with no choice, Camilla. Those are the rules.”
Reaching over, he restarts the timer, and I choke on a sob as I raise my trembling arms over my head.
The next time he presses the vibrator to my clit, I only last a minute before trying to scramble away. The next, thirty seconds.
I lose count of how many times he restarts that infernal timer. Of how long I’ve prolonged my punishment. I am a creature of agony and excess, drowning in the most debauched pleasures I’ve ever known. My mind has long since lost the ability to form coherent thoughts, my mouth the ability to form words. My pleas are nothing but cries and whimpers and choked sobs as I writhe beneath his punishing touch.
And when that next orgasm rips through me, leaving me wrecked and boneless in its wake, something pierces my consciousness. The ringing of the alarm, signaling that it’s over. It’s done. I finally took my punishment, and an odd sense of pride wells in my chest.
“My good, sweet girl,” Daddy murmurs, pressing a kiss to my stomach as I gasp for air. “Now, the next time Daddy gives you an instruction, are you going to follow it?”
Still unable to speak, I manage a nod, which earns me a low, rumbling chuckle. “We’ll see. You are only a very Little girl, after all, and following instructions is so very hard, even for Big girls.”
I want to argue, to swear up and down I’ll do as I’m told forever and ever from now on. But words still evade me as the bed dips, and the blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance.
Tears stream from my eyes as I arch up, my hands pressed firmly against the headboard. He hasn’t given me permission to move yet, and I am determined to prove I really am a good girl.
Daddy’s low groan fills my ears as his cock stretches me wide. “Every day since I met you, I have imagined what it would feel like to finally be inside you. To finally feel your sweet littlepussy gripping my cock. And nothing, not even my filthiest, most depraved fantasies came even close to the real thing.”
