“Shh. Let me enjoy you.” I lowered my mouth again.
I kissed the inside of her thigh, then the other. Slow. Possessive. Leaving her wet and wanting and completely at my mercy.
“My perfect little sub. Such a good girl, letting me edge you.”
I flattened my tongue against her clit, firm, slow, sinful. But before she could come, I pulled back.
Shesobbed.
Oh, she sobbed for it.
And my cock twitched so hard it hurt.
“That’s it,” I stroking her hip. “Cry a little. Be good for Daddy. I want you desperate.”
“I am. I’m desperate—please?—”
“You want to come for me.”
“Yes—”
“You want to be Daddy’s good girl.”
“Yes—please?—”
“Then hold still and take what I give you.”
I slid two fingers inside her, deep, possessing. while my tongue finally came back down on her clit.
The combination broke her.
She choked on a moan, body straining, trying to move. My hand on her belly pushed her gently but firmly down.
“Be still,” I ordered, mouth still on her. “Good subs stay still when Daddy’s tasting them.”
Her whole body shook with the effort to obey.
“That’s it… fuck, that’s it,” I groaned, sucking harder. “You’re doing so good for me.”
Her breathing turned frantic. “Daddy—I can’t—please?—”
“Yes, you can.” I fucked her with my fingers harder, curling them just right. “You hold it until I say.”
Her cry hit the ceiling.
“Please—I’m gonna?—”
“Now,” I growled against her. “Come for me. Give me the one that’s mine.”
She shattered, shaking and sobbing, clenching around my fingers while my tongue kept her right on the knife-edge between pleasure and ruin.
I held her through it, praising into her skin.
“Good girl… good sub… fuck, angel, that’s it… you’re perfect for me.”
When she finally went limp, I kissed the inside of her knee and looked up at her slowly.
“That,” I whispered, voice thick with awe and fucking hunger, “is how Daddy takes his.”
