CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Connor couldn’t take his eyes off the pretty plug twinkling in the bathroom lights as Bliss shifted back and forth. His cock was so damn hard it might explode. Again, who was punishing whom?
Unable to stop himself, he grabbed her ass, pressing the red-jewel base of the plug nestled in her bottom. Not too hard. Just enough to put pressure on all the right places. The way her thighs tightened, and her fingers clawed at the counter, was proof enough, but the throaty moan of desperation was icing on the cake.
One day, he’d sink his cock balls-deep in that ass, but it would take time to get her ready for that. He would never do anything to make her lose the love it was obvious she had for ass play. Could his babygirl be any more perfect for him?
His smile appeared devious in the mirror, even to him. Let’s see if he could stir up trouble.
“Ah, baby, your pussy is weeping your sweet juices.” He traced his fingers lightly from her shoulder to her hip, pebbling her skin as he went. “Is there anything Daddy can do to help?”
Hmm, the sound his question evoked that time was more of a groan. He knew how much she needed him. He could see her need. He could smell it. All that was left was taste.
Dropping to his knees, he drew his tongue up her slit from clit to core, gathering her sweet cream as he went. She had the sweetest pussy he could imagine. He kept the pressure light and teasing, alternately pushing and tugging the plug. She tried to back into him to gain more pressure. He paused long enough to land two sharp smacks directly on top of the plug.
She screamed, and he thought for a minute he’d pushed her over the edge into climax. He spread apart her labia, denying her the ability to clench her muscles. Poor babygirl.
“You’ll come when and if I say you can, and not one second before, naughty girl.”
He’d never thought of himself as a sadist, but her guttural scream of frustration went straight to his already painfully hard dick.
After a few more swipes of his tongue, just to prove his point, he stood. Gripping her hair at the crown, he lifted her face and kissed her, coating her face with her juices. “See how wet you are, sweet girl? Daddy wants to watch your sweet juices glisten on your face while he fucks you. Are you ready for Daddy to shove his cock deep inside you?”
Desire had deepened her eyes to a blue so deep they were almost black. Through clenched teeth, she growled, “Yes… yes, Daddy.”
Time for the lesson to begin.
Standing, he lined up the tip of his shaft with her opening, making tiny movements in and out before plunging balls deep into her wet channel, where he remained planted.
He took several deep breaths to stave off his own climax. This was going to be hard on both of them, but this lesson was too important to mess up by coming the second her heat enveloped him.
Gritting his teeth, he stayed completely still. “Here’s how this is going to go, Trouble. I’m going to shove my cock deep insideyou and stay there until you tell me something you like about yourself.” His voice sounded like he’d just swallowed cut glass.
Her brows almost disappeared into her hair. If he hadn’t already used every functioning brain cell he had in the effort not to come, he’d have laughed.
“What? Nooooo.”
The panic in her voice wasn’t as amusing. Did she really fear she couldn’t think of things to say? He might have to make this a weekly exercise.
“Yes,” he ground out. “Every time you name something, I’ll move. The faster you name things, the faster I’ll go. If you want to come, you’re going to have to earn it.”
“That’s not fair. You are so mean.”
“You must not need to come if you can waste time calling Daddy names. Now name something you like.”
“I, um, I like my hair.” The relief that swept her face was adorable.
He was a man of his word, so he pulled almost all the way out and plunged in again. And waited.
“Daddy!” she squeaked. “Please, I’ll make a whole list at the table. I need you to move!”
He was almost ready to squeak himself. Fuck, this was hard. “You know what to do.”
“Argh! Okay, um, my eyes! I like my eyes.”
He fucked her again. Out. In. Pause.
“I love your eyes, babygirl. What else?”
