That was so not fair. Yes, I was desperate to feel him stretching my hole, but I did love the way
my throat constricted around his cock. There was nothing like the high I felt when Daddy was in
control of my ability to get air into my lungs.
Daddy’s hand dropped to the mattress. “If you’re not going to choose, we can go to sleep. You can
think about it and tell me in the morning, then I’ll take care of you if there’s time before you have to go
to work.”
Nope. No way was that happening. I needed to come if I wanted any hope of sleeping tonight.
“My mouth, Daddy.” As soon as I uttered the plea, I wanted to take the words back. I wanted to be
splayed out on the bed. When he was gone, I’d have the memory of him loving me, the scent of sex
filling me as I slept.
The corner of his mouth tipped up, warning me that he’d been hoping that was my response. He
reached under the pillow and as soon as I saw what he held in his hand, my head felt fuzzy and my
face felt impossibly hot. I watched as he poured a line of lube along the length of the toy and began
coating it. “You’ve behaved so well tonight; I don’t think it’s fair for me to make you choose. Hands
on the bed, get that ass up.”
Daddy pressed a slick finger against my hole. Every stroke had my vision blurring and my balls
throbbing with the need to empty. No way could I stand this for long before I came. But if I did, I
might not get to taste him because I hadn’t been given permission.
“One of these nights, I’m going to tease you like this.” I wasn’t sure if that was a warning or a
promise of things to come, and I didn’t much care as long as it wasn’t tonight. I felt as if my entire
shift at work had been foreplay even though he’d barely touched me. “We’ll have to sort out when you
can take a night off from the club so I can keep you splayed out like this.”
He dragged the tip of the prostate massager against my hole. “Please, Daddy.”
“Please what, baby?” He chuckled. I loved this sadistic side of him. Loved him for knowing what
I needed tonight and giving it to me. The problem was, I couldn’t figure out what I was begging him
for. I bit down on my lower lip as he pressed the toy past my muscles. Cried out when it went deeper,
the curved surface lighting my body from the inside. Daddy smoothed a hand down my spine as he
kept going until I felt the base of the massager against my taint. “You’re being so good. I know it’s
hard holding on for me, but you’re doing it. I’m so proud of you.”
My head dropped to the mattress and I struggled to catch my breath. I tried to focus more on
