Page 11 of His Lovebug

That was the permission I needed. I grabbed the vibrator first and opened the container that stated the toy was freshly sanitized. The Courtesan was known for their professionalism, and having everything perfect was their top priority, so I trusted them to provide us with the best toys.

The vibrator was a wand, with a rounded bulb at the end. I showed him and grinned. “How would you like this on your clit, Princess?” I was convinced I had his mood judged correctly, and relief ran through me when he nodded and gave me a small smile. This was his clit right now, as far as the dirty talk went, not his cock, and we were both on the same page. I always wanted him to feel good with me.

He moaned and tilted his hips up again. “Yes. Please.”

Pleasure simmered inside me, starting in my stomach and expanding out into my chest. The more I stared at him, the more I needed to watch him fly apart under my fingers. Mouth curling into a grin, I hit the button on the vibrator and the wand began to pulse. A low humming sound filled the room.

I laid the bulbous end against the tip of his cock, and the reaction was instantaneous. He arched off the bed, a strangled cry ripping from him. He keened and gasped, writhing like someone in heat.

“You enjoy that, Baby Girl?” I slid the vibrator along his length in a slow glide. I worshiped this part of him. Long and lean like the rest of his body—just right. “You love this on your clit?”

He squirmed more violently, as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to get closer to me or farther away. “Oh God, Daddy. Please.”

“What do you want, Princess?” I upped the intensity of the vibrator and skimmed it down to the base of his cock and across his balls. He shouted raggedly and yanked at the cuffs.

The air thickened as I studied him, a charged tension making it difficult to breathe. His forehead gleamed with sweat and he clutched the chain between the cuffs desperately.

“Hmm, speechless?” I teased, ignoring the ache in my cock. I drew the wand back up his length again and grazed it over his slit. Precum soaked the front of his panties, and it was the most I’d ever seen him leak before coming. The sight made my balls tighten. “Nothing to say?”

He whimpered and whined in the back of his throat, then kicked a leg up, which I caught by the ankle and trapped on the bed. “I can’t take it, I can’t.”

I kissed his knee as I danced the wand over his tip. “Then, tell me, Baby Girl, how you feel? Let’s do traffic light colors. Red forstop, yellow to ease off slightly, and green to keep going. What’s your color?”

He sobbed and threw his head back, tears sliding down his cheeks. I went to yank the wand away, and then I heard “Green, Daddy. Green.”

“Good girl,” I whispered, trailing a line of kisses up his thigh. “Sucha good girl, aren’t you? So good for your husband.”

He whimpered, nodding. “Anything for you, Daddy.”

“Yeah?” I turned up the vibration level, and his back shot off the bed in a tall arch as his sobs intensified. I grabbed his hips and pressed him into the mattress, holding him down as he mewled. My cock throbbed, leaking a trail of precum over my abs. “Look at you. So fucking pretty.”

He panted and moaned, an even deeper flush rising up his neck and cheeks. “T-t-too much, Daddy.”

“Color?” I asked seriously.

He whined and threw back his head while rolling his hips to grind against the vibrator. “Green.”

“Good girl.” I licked a trail along his length next to the wand, and his whimpers grew louder. “Fuck, you make me so hard, Princess. I’m like a fucking rock.”

He pressed his chin to his chest and stared down his body to get a look at me, and I smirked, rising to my knees so I could show off exactly what he did to me. My cock bounced, the tip shiny with precum.

He moaned and licked his lips. “Can I taste you, Daddy?”

“No, sweetheart. Not yet. Let me take care of you first.”

He pouted, and I laughed, kissing his knee again.

“Patience, Baby Girl.” I drew the wand down his cock and over his balls, going even lower across his taint.

He gasped, and the chain attaching him to the wall rattled as he tugged at it. His legs trembled.

I stroked my thumb over his ankle bone and shushed him. “You’re okay. You can handle this, can’t you?”

I dragged the vibrator lower until it buzzed over his hole, and he shouted, kicking out a foot.

He twisted and struggled against his bonds, sobbing. The leaking at his slit drenched the thin material of his panties.

“So wet, Baby Girl.” I sucked the panties and the head of his cock into my mouth, licking at the moisture. The musky flavor made me want more.

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