“You know the cool thing about modern tech? We can use our phones to do just about anything. Get stuff delivered. The world at our fingertips.”
Trixie wondered where he was going with this. The smile he wore—flashing those dimples—had her even more curious than his words.
“So, I sent out for some stuff today. Got delivered and I was able to set it up while you were in timeout, little girl. What was that tool you said you like to use? A magic wand or something like that?” He reached into a drawer on the nightstand, pulled out the cordless device, and grinned even larger. “Well, would you look at that. Seems like we have one right here.”
The buzzing sound that emitted from the device after he clicked the button sent more delight jolting through Trixie.
“Now, I’ve never used one of these things myself. Can you show me how it’s done? Lay right there on the bed. Hold it where it needs to go.”
Her hands were trembling slightly as she took hold of the device. Silently, she lay on the bed and lowered the wand to her pubic mound but stopped before making contact.
“Keep going, honey. Show Daddy.”
A large lump had formed in Trixie’s throat. The tremors in her hand grew. She wondered if the bed beneath her was actually growing wet or if that was just her imagination.
The supple yet firm head of the wand touched down on her shaved mound, the vibration pulling a soft moan from somewhere deep within her.
“Daddy,” she whispered.
“I’m here. You’re being such a good girl.”
Her eyes were closed, but she could feel him watching her intently. For a moment, the realization of having an audience—even of one—was unnerving. But then she felt the calming presence of Daddy. More wetness pooled between her legs and she spread them a bit further. She kept the wand where it was, though, gradually easing herself into the experience.
That was nearly enough to send her over the edge. An intense orgasm was building inside her core.
When she finally slid the wand down, opening her legs more and tracing her slit with the pulsing toy, she was moaning loudly. She bent at the knees and fluttered her legs.
Opening her eyes, she saw John standing at the foot of the bed, now naked and clearly enjoying the show.
“Daddy!” was all she could moan breathlessly at the sight of his hardening cock.
It was thicker than it was long, but it had more than enough length to reach depths that had never been explored.
But. That. Thickness!
It was a beast just waiting to stretch and test her.
The bed bounced as John got on and lay beside her. “Hmm. I think I get the general idea of how this works. Let Daddy take over, sweetie.”
Trixie bit back a laugh. Of course Daddy knew how it worked. He’d just wanted a show.
She felt his cock jab the side of her leg as he pressed against her, reaching for the wand.
“So, if I understand this right, I just move it up and down like this…” he continued to guide the massager’s head slowly down her slit and then back up several times, “…it feels good.” He did it again. “But what if we put it right… here.”
Trixie bucked and moaned as the massager landed on her clit.
“That must be what my babygirl likes,” he teased. “Hmm. Is that what my sweetie wants?” He pressed down just a smidge harder, getting just the right amount of pressure.
“Yes, D-Daddy. Oh, yes!”
She writhed and wiggled. The intense sensations consumed her. Just when she thought she was about to experience sweet relief, Daddy would ease up, taking her right back to where she’d started.
“Daddy!”
She brought her hands to the wand and tried to grip it, but a stern rebuke stopped her.
“No, no, no, little one. And stop wiggling. You’ll come when Daddy says you’ll come. But not before.”
