Page 22 of Daddy's Rule

Before I could answer, he did both, turning the vibrator to its highest speed, sending heat and need rising up from my core, flushing my belly, chest and cheeks. And then, just as suddenly, it stopped, leaving me bereft. My pussy spasmed with the loss, my clit pulsing with desire.

"Bas," I whimpered. "Please."

"Hush, babygirl. You are not in charge, and you'll do well to remember that. Unless you are safewording, I only want to hear whimpers and moans fall from those pretty little lips of yours." His voice was crisp and clear and I knew he was speaking for the benefit of the crowd gathered around us as much as for mine.

The words 'yes Daddy' were on the tip of my tongue, but I dared not speak them. Sometimes refraining from agreeing was as much an act of submission as agreeing was.

This was one of those times. My whole body shivered with desire to use his title, to affirm the connection between us and give the consent he didn't ask for. I gulped the words back. I could do nothing more than wait for whatever would come next.

Every second felt like an hour. I craved his touch. The sting of the crop, the buzzing of the vibrator. In an expert move he executed both at the same time.

"Oh!" I cried out, unable to help myself, and I shivered as he came up behind me, closing the space between us.

"That was a bit more than a moan, babygirl. Did Daddy surprise you?"

Clamping my lips tightly together, I nodded my head. The rabbit ears were flicking against my clit, humming against my pussy lips. I could feel my orgasm building already, pushing me close to the edge. I knew I couldn't give in to it. We were nowhere close to being finished, and coming without permission would be met with harsher repercussions than I was prepared to accept in public. I bit down on my lip and whimpered.

"Don't come, babygirl," Bas whispered behind me. "Don't you dare come."

A mewl of resigned acquiescence fell from my lips and Bas slapped my ass with his hand before stepping away. The skin-to-skin contact didn't help with my struggle.

Thankfully when he stepped away the heady pulsing diminished to a dull vibrato as he reduced the speed.

The crop snapped against the curve between my ass and thigh, awakening the skin on my sit-spots. It fell again and again until the whole section was warm and achy, and I knew without a doubt I'd still be feeling it in the morning.

He paused and I braced myself, knowing exactly what was coming. I managed to draw a deep shuddering breath moments before the vibrator roared to life again. The thin synthetic fabric of the panties was soaked. Better these than my expensive silk ones.

I gasped and clung to the cross, my fingers curling against the metal. I could hear the amused and titillated titters of laughter from our friends, but I no longer possessed the ability to be embarrassed. I was rooted in the moment, entranced by the dance of submission and domination between us.

Just when I thought I'd come and ruin everything, earning a punishment I wasn't prepared to take in front of an audience, Bas abruptly shut it off again, leaving my body aching with need and trembling with desire.

He knew me. He would bring me to the edge a hundred times and never let me fall. He'd push me until I was dangling at the precipice and then grab my hands and pull me to safety. These were the thoughts invading my mind when the first lash of the flogger fell gently against my back and shoulders, the sensation sending me reeling.

As the falls fell again, thudding sensually against my lower back, I could feel myself hurling toward subspace, and I bit back a wave of panic. How long had I been there? Was I ready for that loss of control and inhibitions?

As I contemplated the questions my mouth fell open and I couldn't stop the words that tumbled from my lips. "Bas. Daddy. Red!" The last one, the safeword, came out in a whispered screech of sorts, and immediately Bas was behind me, his hands on the restraints holding me in place, prepared to stop the play and release me.

With a gasp, I shook my head. "Hold me, please."

He covered my body with his, his chest pressed tightly against my back. I could feel his heartbeat and my own slowed to match it.

"Nyla." He spoke with urgency, his tone gentle but firm. "What's up babygirl? What happened? Can I untie you?"

I could tell that was what his instinct was telling him to do, but it wasn't what I wanted.

"No!" I shook my head again, and arched my body toward his, seeking his warmth. "I'm fine, Daddy. I promise. I just… I could tell I was going to hit subspace and I panicked. I don't want to stop. I just need a minute. I just want to feel you, and breathe you in, and remember that my trust for you is unparalleled; that you know me better than anyone."

"I do, babygirl. I do, and I've got you. If you need to stop, that's just fine with me. If you want to keep going, just know that I've got you, and I know you, and you're safe with me."

I knew his words were true and I trusted them with my whole being. Stopping would feel like failure, and I knew I would regret it later. Subspace was wonderful, and something I used to aspire to with each session. I'd never reached it with Jake, and as soon as we had married, he'd shown his true colors and we'd stopped playing completely. It was for the best. He'd never had my trust the way Bas did. I trusted Bas's instincts more than my own.

"I know, Daddy. I know I'm safe with you. I want to keep going."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay, babygirl. Stay aware of your body and if you start to panic again, call red. Just know that if you do, playtime is over. I won't push you that hard."

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