Page 156 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

“Yes, Daddy.” I tuck my hands behind my back, even though lying on them while impaled on Daddy’s wolfy cock and spread across his thighs puts a lot of strain on my shoulders. But Daddy wants me to give myself to him, so I do, relaxing into his hold and letting him push me forward and back across the silky bedding as he thrusts. I watch pleasure light his face, spreading in a ruddy flush down his bristly neck. I’m sure I have beard burn across my inner thighs but I can’t feel it in this moment as all the sensation in my body narrows down to the nerves wrapped around him. Daddy grunts as he thrusts, hot and wolfy, a term I refuse to give up despite the nasty Wolfpack. Daddy was my wolfy Daddy first. They don’t get to ruin anything.

We won’t let them.

Daddy doesn’t let me fall off the bed but he does push me to the edge, until my head’s hanging back and spinning wildly.He leans over me, mouthing at my breasts, smearing my own wetness across my skin.

“Give me one more, my little wonder, my little wife,” he growls.

“Please, Daddy?”

“Yes, Emmy. Give it to me.”

He latches on to my nipple and gives it a tug with his teeth. The sharp pinch sends me over, my body slip-slip-slipping out of my control as I shake against him. He holds me tightly, right on the edge but never letting me fall, as he pounds his own pleasure into me. Finally, he stills, dropping his face between my breasts as we both gasp for air. I float and spin pleasantly through the afterglow.

“Happy wedding day, baby,” he rumbles.

“Happy wedding day, Daddy,” I say, my voice dreamy. “Can I touch you now?”

He chuckles breathlessly. “Yes, my baby.”

I bring my aching, tingling arms out from behind my back and thread the fingers of one hand through his soft hair. I stroke the sweaty skin of his spine with the fingertips of my other hand. “Thank you for my many Os. Ta very much.”

“It was absolutely my pleasure, little girl.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mmm? What’s on your mind this morning when I don’t want you thinking about anything but the wonderful day we’re going to have?”

I swallow. I should probably just take my orgasms and be super-happy about them. But I’ve been wondering about something the whole time we’ve been in Vegas.

“Please don’t take this wrong, because I really-really-really love my Os but I expected you to deny me for a few days before our wedding like you did before our collaring ceremony. I’m not complaining! I’m just wondering why you didn’t?”

“Do you have any thoughts on why I might not have?” Daddy asks, sounding extremely pleased with himself. Was he waiting for me to ask?

“Because you know it’s not my favorite thing?”

“Yes. That was half of the reason. Anything else?”

“I’m not sure but maybe because you want this to be different from our collaring ceremony?”

He kisses me, a little sloppily because of the blindfold, on the tip of my nose. “You know I like orgasm denial and I will ask you to agree to it from time to time because it fills my soul. Don’t think you’re getting out of it forever. But I’m well aware it’s not your favorite thing. And, although you’re getting much better about incorporating it as part of your submission, I’m also well aware that it makes you a tiny bit resentful. This is your wedding week, my sweetheart. You’ve been so relaxed leading up to it. You’ve approached the ceremony joyously, exactly as I want you to. The last thing I want you to feel is resentful. So this—” He shifts his hips, pushing a little deeper into me even though he’s no longer fully hard. “Is still an O Zone. Which might be among your cutest terms. Does that make sense?”

I nod vigorously. “Thank you for all my Os. Love you the most today, Daddy.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure that’s possible.” He pulls me back up onto the bed and rolls us onto our sides. I slide my right leg over his hip and hook him to me with my calf. He’s taught me to cherish these moments of peaceful intimacy as much as the wilder ones. Even if these moments are a little messy.

“It is, though,” I say. “Because today I become your forever-little, and everyone knows forever-littles love their Daddies the most.”

“I haven’t heard that,” he says. He traces my face with his fingertips, a little clumsily. The tip of his index finger slips intomy nostril as his other fingers trace my lower lip. “I think this might be more Littles’ Army propaganda.”

I grin and suck two of his fingers into my mouth. There have been serious Littles’ Army shenanigans this week. A glitter bombing over the Grand Canyon. A water balloon battle on the Stratosphere’s Big Shot. A day-long hide-and-seek game through the casinos which Iwon, thank you very much, although I was neck and neck with Matty and Sammi’s team until the end and theymighthave let the bride win. Still.

We’ve also been extremely well behaved this week. We didn’t want to get kicked out of the Lost City escape room, or the tactile game arcade at Luxor, or during high tea in the Bellagio’s exquisite Conservatory for my bachelorette party. Being on our best behavior has been a strain, especially for Sammi but it’s been worth it to catch our Doms off-guard when we have executed our best-laid plans.

Actually, hearing Master Javier’s scream when four of us hit him with water balloons as that crazy ride shot him a thousand feet in the air over the Vegas strip was worth it all on its own. That’s a sound that will resonate forever in my best memories. I thought I was one-hundred-percent masochist until that moment but I think I might have discovered my one-percent sadist just then.

“I can feel you grinning, sweetheart,” Daddy says. His fingertip wiggles in my nose.

I nip his fingers when I realize that fingertip is there on purpose. Chuckling, Daddy slides his hand down my throat to rest on my collar.

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