Page 21 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

I lick up her thigh and look at my little girl. Her body’s bowed off the pad as she strains, trying to hold back her orgasm without losing position. Her flush has spread down to the tops of her breasts, throwing her adorable freckles into sharp relief. I reach up and run my hands down her body, appreciating each tremble of restraint.

“I’m so pleased with you, Emmy. Do you want Daddy’s cock for long enough to come?”

“Please, please, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Hold back long enough for me to get all the way inside you so I can feel you come on my cock. Then you have permission to come.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She’s so good, my baby girl. Even though I can feel her gripping at me as soon as I push the head of my cock in, she holds back, her neck straining, body taut. I tease her, slipping in and drawing back, knowing each moment she holds back will make the release stronger when I finally let her have it. She pants, each breath harsh in the changing table’s alcove. Her fingers flex on the back of her calf, reaching for me. I twine my fingers with hers as I sink all the way in, making sure she feels the bump of my balls.

She howls softly on a long exhale, all the tension in her body unraveling. Her pussy rolls over and over my shaft, deep draws that have my own muscles shaking. I’m close from our play but I hold myself back. Our months together have strengthened my control. Knowing I can have Emily anytime I want has made taking her like this, glorying in her release while staving off my own, strangely satisfying. The longer I wait for my orgasm, the more often I can fuck her during one scene. It’s not selfless, because I derive a huge amount of pleasure from the fucking but Emily’s pleasure has definitely become more important than my own.

When her body goes completely limp around mine, I withdraw and tuck myself back into the soft pants I wear for scenes. I stroke Emily’s legs until her eyes focus on mine.

“Daddy?”

“Hi, my baby. Good one?”

She grins. “Love you most today, Daddy.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.” I pull out a pack of baby wipes and clean her up, then tip her hips up further and slide the diaper under her. I loosen her hands—she’s held position for meso perfectly—and let her knees fall open naturally as I bring the front flap of the diaper up.

She lifts her eyes to the alcove ceiling, painted with clouds and a herd of little elephants dancing around the light fixture, huffing out a soft breath.

“No, baby. Eyes on me. I know this is a hard moment for you. Daddy’s right here for you. Stay focused on me.”

Her eyes immediately snap down to mine. They’re hazy with afterglow, gleaming with emotion as she lets go of all the fears that have held her back from expressing her deepest little self.

“That’s my good girl. I’m so proud of you, Emily. My wonderful angel baby. Look at you, taking this big step. Being brave and vulnerable for Daddy. There’s so much strength in you, baby doll. You awe me.”

“Daddy,” she breathes.

“That’s right, little girl. Daddy’s in awe of you.” I pull up the diaper’s sides and secure them to the front flap with the diaper pins. “Diaper’s on, my good girl. How does it feel?”

“Soft. Strange. You won’t-you won’t be mad at me if I can’t use it?”

“Never, baby. You’ve taken such a big step in letting me diaper you. It doesn’t matter to me if you never use it.”

Her stomach collapses as she lets out a big breath. “Thank you. Ta, Daddy.”

I wipe down the soft curves on either side of her tummy, above the diaper’s edge. The sharpness of the alcohol wipe cuts through the musk of her pleasure. “Deep breath in.”

She sucks in a breath and holds it. I pinch a bit of skin an inch above the diaper and push a diaper pin through it. The diaper pin’s not as sharp as an acupuncture needle and a bead of blood rolls over her pale skin. I wipe it away as she lets the breath out shakily.

“Good girl. How does that feel?”

“Sharp pinch and then dull ache,” she mumbles, processing the pain.

I watch her closely, feeling that dark bloom in my heart. The gratification is almost as strong as an orgasm. It’s the peak of control, demanding another suffer for you. It’s undistilled love. Complete devotion. I stroke my palm up and down her breastbone, caressing her throat. “Good girl. Ready for another?”

She nods. I pinch another bit of skin an inch above the first piercing and push the pin through. I’ve done better with this piercing and only a dot of blood wells around the metal. Emily trembles but doesn’t even whimper as I dab both piercings with alcohol wipes to make sure they’re clean, then match up her other side with two pins.

I stop there, even though there’s a cruel impulse to continue the ladder up to her bra-line. But Emily’s cheeks have lost color and I don’t want to ruin what’s been an amazing scene by pushing her too far. As always, Emily’s love has filled that void inside me, that dark craving only my submissive’s pain can sate. I run my fingertips down each set of pins to hear her breath catch, then wipe them again with an alcohol wipe, before giving her the praise she’s so richly earned.

“My wonderful girl, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. Lying there wearing the diaper Daddy’s put on you. Bearing Daddy’s piercings. You fill my eyes. I can’t see anything but you, baby. You fill my heart and soul. I feel nothing but peace and love in this moment, Emmy. You’ve given me that. As long as I have you, I’m the richest man on Earth. Your trust and love is worth more than anything else in the world.”

She smiles even as tears spill down her temples. “You’re everything to me, Daddy.”

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