"Daddy," I gasped. "Daddy, it's too much. I can't—"
But I could. I would. Because he was demanding it.
He sucked my clit into his mouth. Used suction and tongue together. The combination was devastating. The pleasure built even faster this time. Even more intense.
I was climbing toward that edge again. Faster than before. My body desperate for the release it had been denied. The coil tightening impossibly tight. The pleasure spiraling up and up and up.
His tongue dipped inside me again. Fucked me with shallow thrusts while his nose pressed against my clit. The dual stimulation was too much. Too perfect. I couldn't hold back. Couldn't stop the orgasm that was building like a freight train.
"Daddy, I'm going to—please—please can I come? Please, I need—"
He stopped again.
This time I actually sobbed. Full-body sob that shook my entire frame. The denial was physical pain. My core clenching on nothing. The pleasure that had been building with nowhere to go. Just stopping. Just ending. Leaving me desperate and aching and so frustrated I wanted to cry.
"Shh," he murmured against my thigh. "I know, devotchka. I know it's hard. But you're being so good for me. So brave."
I was crying. Tears sliding down my temples into my hair. My chest heaving. My whole body trembling with need and frustration and the overwhelming sensation of being controlled so completely.
"Why?" The word came out broken. "Why won't you let me?"
He kissed my hip bone. Then the other. Gentle kisses while I shook apart.
"Because I want you desperate," he said quietly. "Want you so needy you'll do anything I ask. Want you to understand that your pleasure belongs to me now. I decide when you come. I decide how many times. I decide everything."
The words should have angered me. Should have triggered my feminist rage about bodily autonomy and choice.
Instead they made me wetter. Made that ache between my legs intensify until it bordered on painful. Made me want to submit. To surrender. To give him that control because he'd earned it.
"I understand," I whispered. "My pleasure belongs to you, Daddy."
His eyes went almost black. "Say it again."
"My pleasure belongs to you. You decide when I come. You decide everything."
He groaned. A sound of pure masculine satisfaction. Then his mouth returned to me for the third time.
This time he was ruthless. No gentle building. No teasing. Just intense focused attention designed to push me to the edge as fast as possible.
His tongue circled my clit with punishing speed. His fingers joined. Two of them sliding inside me. Curling up to find that spot that made me see stars.
The combination was devastating. I was climbing again. Faster than before. So fast I couldn't catch my breath. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything except feel.
"Daddy, please," I sobbed. "Please, I can't—I need—please let me come. Please. I'll do anything. Anything you want. Just please—"
I was begging shamelessly now. No pride left. No dignity. Just desperate need and the overwhelming sensation of being pushed toward an edge I wasn't allowed to fall over.
His fingers curled harder. Hit that spot perfectly. His tongue flicked rapidly against my clit. The pleasure was blinding. Overwhelming. Too much and not enough and I was going to die from this. Going to die from being denied what my body needed so desperately.
"Please," I screamed. "Daddy, please, I'm begging you. Please let me come. I can't hold it anymore. Please!"
He stopped a third time. Pulled away just as I was about to shatter. Just as that coil was about to snap. Just as I was about to come so hard I'd forget my own name.
The denial this time broke something in me. Some last piece of control I'd been holding onto. Some final wall between dignity and complete surrender.
My hands fisted in the cushions. My body trembled violently with need and frustration and the overwhelming sensation of being denied what I desperately needed.
This wasn't pain exactly. Not the kind that came from injury. But it hurt. The ache between my legs was physical. Real. My core clenching rhythmically on nothing. The pleasure that had been building with nowhere to go. Just stopping. Just hovering right there on the edge until I thought I'd go insane from it.
