I'm climbing higher, pleasure building with each stroke.
"I'm close?—"
"I know. I can feel it. But you don't come until I say so."
"Daddy, please—" I’m not above begging. I need to orgasm right now. It’s been building and building and I’m going to explode.
"Not yet. Show me you can be patient. Show me you can obey."
He adjusts the pressure slightly, and I nearly come apart right there.
"Hold it, baby girl. Just a little longer."
"I can't—I need—" I’m panting now. He’s torturing me. There’s no other word for it. Pure, delicious torture.
"You can. You're my good girl. You can do anything I ask." He leans down, his mouth by my ear. "Come for me. Now."
His permission shatters me. I come hard, my legs shaking, and if Tyler wasn't holding me up, I'd collapse.
"Beautiful," he murmurs. "So fucking beautiful when you let go for me."
He holds me while I come down, the water cascading over both of us.
"Better?" he asks.
"So much better."
"Good. But we're not done."
"We're not?"
"Not even close." He spins me around, pressing my palms flat against the tile. "Keep your hands right there. Don't move them."
"Okay."
I feel him position himself behind me. The head of his cock nudging against my entrance.
"You okay with this?"
"Yes, Daddy. So okay with it."
"That's my good girl." He pushes in slowly, and the stretch is perfect. "Fuck, you feel incredible."
"You're so—it's so much?—"
"Too much?"
"No. Perfect. Don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it." He bottoms out, and we both groan. "You okay?"
"Yes. Please move. More, Daddy. Please!"
"Since you asked so nicely."
He pulls back and thrusts in deep. The angle is different like this, hitting spots that make stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Oh my God?—"
