He adds a second finger, stretching me, his thumb finding the bundle of nerves that makes me see stars. The pleasure builds impossibly fast, coiling tighter and tighter. He rubs myclit with renewed fervor as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, curling them upwards, hitting my g-spot.
"That's it," he encourages. "Let go, baby. I've got you."
I come with a cry, my body clenching around his fingers, pleasure washing through me in waves. He doesn't stop, drawing out my climax until I'm shaking and oversensitive.
When I finally come down, he's watching me with something like reverence.
"Beautiful," he says softly. "You're so beautiful when you let go."
I reach for him, hands fumbling with his belt. "Your turn."
He catches my wrists gently. "Not yet."
"But—"
"Tonight is about you. About showing you what it feels like to be taken care of."
"That's not fair."
"Life rarely is." He kisses my forehead. "But you're going to learn that I don't do anything I don't want to do. And right now, I want to watch you come apart for me again."
"Again?"
His smile is wicked. "Again. This time on my mouth. I love the way you taste, Holly."
Later—much later—we lie tangled in sheets, my head on his chest, his hand stroking through my hair.
"I didn't know it could be like that," I admit quietly.
"Like what?"
"Like, someone making me orgasm over and over again without demanding I return the favor or asking for anything in return. It was all about me and my pleasure."
"That's the point." His fingers trace patterns on my shoulder. "You get to feel everything because you know I'm here to hold the edges."
"Do you feel it too? The intensity?"
"Yes."
"But you don't lose control."
"Someone has to stay grounded. That's my job as the Daddy, to be the anchor while you fly."
I tilt my head to look at him. "Doesn't that get exhausting?"
"Not with you." He kisses my forehead. "With you, it feels right."
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I ignore it and sigh dramatically. The girls and their untimely interruptions. At least it wasn’t in the middle of one of the multiple orgasms Daddy gave me. I catch my breath at the thought. Daddy. Not Justin. Daddy. The thought popped naturally into my head. I like it. I roll it around in my thoughts for a second. Daddy. He’s my very own Daddy. What a delicious thought.
It buzzes again. I really ought to put that thing on do not disturb.
Justin chuckles. "Your friends are persistent."
I groan, reaching for it.
Madison: HELLO??? Status update needed!
Lily: She's probably busy being ravished
