I swallowed and whispered, “Yes.”
He withdrew his fingers and picked up the dildo. It was a modest size—maybe six inches, slender but with a slight curve at the head. He coated it in lube, stroking the shaft until it glistened under the dim light. I watched, my breath catching, as he positioned it at my entrance.
The tip pressed against me, slick and cool. I clenched involuntarily, but he didn’t push. He just waited, his free hand stroking my thigh in slow, soothing circles.
“Breathe,” he reminded me.
I inhaled deeply, and as I exhaled, he eased the head inside. A soft moan escaped me—a mix of resistance and pleasure. The stretch was fuller than the largest plug, but not sharp. He paused again, letting me adjust, then pushed a little deeper.
“That’s it,” he praised, his voice a rumble. “Taking me so well. So good for me.”
I whimpered as he slid in another inch, the silicone filling me in a way that made my cock jump. He didn’t stop until the entire shaft was buried inside me, the base pressing against my cheeks. I felt deliciously full, my hole gripping the toy and pulsing around its shape.
He held still for a long moment, letting me acclimate. His hand came to rest on my hip. “How does that feel?”
“Good,” I breathed. “I like it.”
A soft smile flickered across his face. “Now I’m going to move. Tell me if it’s too much.”
He started slow—a gentle pull back, then a smooth push in. I gasped at the drag of the toy against my walls, the slight curve nudging something deep inside. My hands gripped the pillow beneath my head as he built a steady rhythm with long, languid strokes that had me writhing beneath him.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as he angled the dildo differently, and the head brushed against my prostate, causing a jolt of electricity to shoot through me.
His eyes gleamed with quiet satisfaction. “There?”
I could only nod, biting back a cry as he adjusted his grip and fucked me with that same angle, each thrust hitting that sweet spot. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of lube and the creak of the bed. My moans grew louder, more desperate, as pleasure coiled tight in my belly.
“Please, please, please—”
“What do you want, little siren?”
I shivered at the pet name. “I…”
He fucked the toy in as deep as it could go on the next thrust, making me gasp out a loud, broken moan.
“You like it deep, don’t you? Tell me.”
“Y-yes,” I stuttered, legs trembling as he held the dildo in me by pressing the palm of his hand flat on the base until his skin was flush with mine. When he started grinding it in like that, I sobbed out a moan and flung my head back.
“Do you want something, siren?” he crooned.
“I—I…Daddy,” I cried as he changed the angle of the toy and began grinding it into my prostate relentlessly. I didn’t even realize what I’d called him until he said something.
“That what you want? For me to be your Daddy? You want Daddy to fuck all the cum out of your tight little balls?”
Tears streamed down my flushed cheeks, as embarrassment filled me. I’d never had a Daddy kink before, but I guess there was a time for everything.
“Y-yes,” I whimpered.
“Yes, what?”
A full-body shiver wracked my body. “Yes… Daddy,” I moaned. “Oh, oh, I’m so c-close,” I choked out, my hips bucking into nothing.
“I know, precious. Let go for me,” he said, his voice soft but firm as he battered my spot over and over. “Come.”
That was all it took. My back arched, a guttural moan tearing from my throat as I came. Hot ropes of cum splashed across my stomach and chest, my muscles clenching around the dildo as if trying to milk it. The waves of pleasure rolled through me, intensified by the continued pressure inside, until I finally collapsed, limp and panting.
Tobias slowly withdrew the dildo, careful not to overstimulate me. The absence left me feeling hollow and a whine slipped from my lips, but his hand immediately returned to my thigh, rubbing gently.
