“Fuck. Christ.Yes,sweetheart. Take it just like that for me. You’re so fucking tight. This ass was made for me, wasn’t it? Made to be mine. You need to be opened up properly, baby. You need Daddy’s mouth down here—”
A sound of pure desperation, one that would have embarrassed me at any other time, tore out of my throat, and the dirty, perfect image—Daddy’s hot mouth doing to my hole what he’d already done to my lips and my throat and the sensitive place just below my collarbone—burned its way into the most secret parts of me, making me feel hot all over and absolutely shameless.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, working his finger in even deeper. “Show me how badly you need it. Show me how eager you’ll be the day Daddy finally lubes you up and stretches you wide—”
I pushed away from the wall, pressing my palms flat against it to shove my butt back toward him as hot promises and filthy fantasies kept falling from his mouth.
“—you need Daddy to get your hole wet and soft and loose enough to be used—”
I moaned, my legs spreading even farther apart without any direction from me at all.
“—you need Daddy to fill you with his cock, teach you how to take it all, then fill you with his cum and put your beautiful hole on display—”
“Daddy,” I shouted, a shudder ripping through my body as his words… theideaof it… the image of Daddy showing off what he’d done to me, lit me up from the inside out.
“Grab your cock,” he ordered, crowding close as he started fucking his finger into my hole in earnest, making me gasp and writhe as he impaled me on it, as his big body pressed against mine, as he started hammering against something that feltincredible—
Prostate, my brain supplied faintly.
Magic, retorted the part of me that knew better.
“Do itnow,” Daddy growled, his free hand suddenly finding mine and dragging it down to my erection. “Stroke yourself.”
I closed my fist around my length, fingertips just touching as I gave it a half-hearted stroke, all my intention still riveted to what his finger was doing to me. To how deep it was going now. To how good it—
“Oh,” I gasped, white heat racing down my spine and forcing my penis to swell even more as Daddy suddenly wrapped his handaroundmine, squeezing tight and pumping my shaft in the same fast rhythm that he was finger-fucking me from behind with.
It was sensory overload. It was going to make me explode. It was too much and not enough and I needed, I wanted, I—
“Daddy.”
He let go, wrapping that hand around my throat instead and keeping me steady just in time to keep me from shattering apart.
“That’s it. Keep stroking. All you need to do is whatever Daddy says,” he growled, his finger still driving into my hole hard and fast. “Take care of my dollbaby for me. Work that juicy cock faster, sweetheart. That’s it.That’sit. Make Daddy feel good by taking care of what’s mine, baby. That’s your only job. Just like that. Yes, baby.Yes.”
He kept talking, kept his finger moving inside me and his hand firmly collaring me, but I was floating.Floating. Filled with a coiling, ever-tightening energy that felt bigger than my body could ever contain, bigger than anything I’d ever felt before.
But I still knew what it meant.
I was going to orgasm.
I didn’t worry about it, or doubt I could, I simplyknew. I was going to empty myself, turn myself inside out and finally shatter completely. Not now, not yet, but whenever Daddy decided I should.
For once, all my parts were working, because Daddy wanted it that way.
They were working because it pleased him, with no effort at all from me… and that was true even though it wasmyhand still pumping my erection, andmyvoice making all those primitive, animalistic sounds, andmybody shuddering and tensing and building building buildingbuildingtoward something that I suddenly neededdesperately.
But none of that wasmyeffort.
All I’d done was what Daddy had said he wanted: let him have control.
“You are the most perfect thing in the world, sweetheart,” Daddy said, his voice low and choppy with his own arousal andeverywhere. Echoing off the tiles and caressing my steam-heated skin, and wrapping itself all the way around me to keep me together. Holding me tight and reminding me that I belonged to him with every word that came out of his mouth. “You are everything I could ever want. You’re beautiful like this. Fucking beautiful, Rene. And Daddy’s going to take you apart.”
He already had. The quiet space inside me was gone. Now, I was nothing more than a gasping, shameless, writhing mass of pure need, clawing at the bathroom wall as my body sobbed for release and my hand flew over my stiffening, swelling length in a wet blur… but I also felt just as beautiful as he claimed I was.
Just as perfect as he kept insisting.
Just right, for just right now, because I was just his.
