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“It does now.” He pauses, turning off the wand. “Unless you want to stop?”

“No,” I burst out. “No, Daddy, I don’t want to stop.”

“Then fix it. And keep frosting.”

I swallow again. “Yes, Daddy.”

I keep frosting and the wand buzzes again, this time a little quieter than before. He’s changed the settings.

He teases around my clit with it, spreading my legs further with a grunt when I try to close them for more friction.

I huff out a frustrated breath but fix the third rose and start on the fourth.

Finally, he presses it right where I want it, right up against my clit and wetness floods my thighs as my lower abdomen starts to almost hurt with need, my pussy pulsing around nothing.

“Fuck,” Cole breathes, looking down at me spread open. “Are you close already, princess? You can’t come until you’re finished, you know.”

“I know.” It comes out strained and weak and my hips twitch.

I keep frosting, making the intricate spirals of the rose with the piping bag, fixing any mistakes with the spatula.

The wand is maddening against me. I try to angle my hips away, crying out, when I’m right on the edge.

“Cole,” I gasp. “Daddy, please, I’m so close⁠—”

Cole turns up the vibrator, pressing it against me with more and more pressure.

He’s a demon sent from hell to torture me.

My thighs are trembling. My hands are shaking. I’m only on the sixth rose but God, it feels so good. I’m going to come and there’s nothing I can do about it⁠—

Cole turns off the vibrator, leaving me panting and sweating, staring up at him.

“You messed up again,” he points out, and I look down to see that frosting’s smeared all over the pan.

Tears burn at the backs of my eyes and I hitch in a sob.

“Princess,” Cole murmurs, cupping my face in his hands. His green eyes are soft instead of teasing now. “You can do this. You’re so close.”

“And if I can’t?” I whimper, and it isn’t just about the wish. It’s about all of it. The festival. Belonging to all three of them.

What if I can’t do any of it?

“Then I’ll help you. You can frost half and then teach me how to do the rest.”

“But—”

“But nothing, princess. You can do anything. And I’m here to help.” He kisses me. Not hungry and searching like before, but soft. Almost sweet. “Now. Keep frosting.”

The next couple breaths I take are ragged but I manage to collect myself. I focus on the roses.

Cole turns the wand back on, presses it against me, slides it down to my entrance and back up to my clit. My thighs tremble all over again but my hands stay steady.

Seven.

Eight.

Cole turns up the wand. Presses it right against my clit, keeping it there as I squirm, my hips moving even while I’m trying to stay steady.