Page 75 of Daddy, Sir

“I didn’t say you were—oww!”

“Operative word waskeepthem closed,” I said, moving to the drawer and pulling it open to remove a dishtowel. “But, being boring doesn’t mean being uninventive.” Folding the towel into a makeshift blindfold, I tied it around her head and gave her ponytail a tug. “Shall I continue?”

“Yes, please.”

I planned on introducing Fiona to things she’d never even heard about. I took the opportunity to tease her a bit by running my hand over both globes of her ass as well as sliding my fingers over her slit which was already moistening. There was just something about a woman who trusted you enough to present herself to you, blindfold on, legs spread and pussy and ass exposed. And speaking of ass. I took the first item from my pocket and slowly flipped the lid open to avoid the sound of its click giving my game away. However, the moment I slid my fingers from her pussy up and between the crack of her ass, her slight shudder and the lift of her hips told me she had a good idea of where my target was located.

“This might be a little cold.” I upended the bottle and squeezed until a stream of lube dropped exactly where I’d intended. She yelped as I said, “Bullseye!”

“Daddy!”

“Fiona!” I returned, in a high falsetto.

“You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Are you yucking my yum?” I asked as I used my fingers to spread the lube over her puckered hole.

“No, but yelling ‘bullseye’. Don’t you think that was?—”

“Exactly the target I was aiming for.” When I began to press my finger into her ass, she moaned but not in pain. After learning that she’d never tried ass-play, I’d made it my goal to teach her how erotic it could be. From her moan and push against the invasion, I’d say I was doing a good job. “That’s it, baby. Relax and let Daddy play.” I sunk my finger to the last knuckle and then added a second, scissoring them to stretch her in preparation. When satisfied she’d be able to take the toy, I slowly pulled my fingers free, loving the soft groan of protest that came from my playmate.

I’d already taken the toy from its packaging, sanitized and tested it, so after washing my hands, I applied a nice coat of lube to the anal portion of the vibrator. It had been advertised as a multi-use vibe that promised to provide deep intense pleasure for those who desired to up their internal play. While that sounded promising, what had sold me was the fact it came with a remote control that had me instantly thinking of edging. With a single flick of a button, a turn of a knob, I was betting I’d have my little Foo-Foo doing far more than bouncing before the night was through.

“Deep breath in and hold,” I instructed as I placed the tip of the anal probe at her puckered little star. When she’d obeyed, I began to work it inside her, loving every little moan and mewl as her body attempted to defeat the invader. Of course, it didn’t stand a chance, not because I’d force the toy into her, but because Fiona wanted it seated just as much as I did.

“That’s my good girl, swallow your little toy.”

“Little? I beg to differ, Sir. I’m feeling more than a little full.”

I chuckled. “Nice to know not all advertising is exaggerated. Ready for the rest?”

“There’s more?”

“My girl deserves only the best.” This was said as I twisted the toy in her ass until its twin was properly aligned. There wasno need to lube this arm of the vibrator. She was dripping wet. Her back arched when she felt the initial push of the tip, but in the next moment, she was pushing down and back as if wanting to help seat it. I had to admit that seeing the vibe fully seated, her holes plugged and her clit swollen, I had a momentary urge to rip the toy out and replace it with my cock. A quick glance at the clock on the microwave told me I had no time, not if I wanted to let Fiona become accustomed to holding the vibe without walking about as if she had a stick of dynamite up her ass. It was a conundrum my sweet babygirl was going to have to figure out herself.

“Fuck, if you aren’t the most glorious vision I’ve ever laid my eyes on…”

Squatting, I pulled her panties up and over her bottom, concealing the toy and providing a little help in holding it inside. Her shorts followed and then I removed her blindfold.

“You may open your eyes.”

Her lids lifted and she met my gaze. Her cheeks were flushed and her pupils looked larger than before. She slowly straightened but looked confused. “That’s it?”

“Good things come to those who wait.” I dropped a kiss on her forehead and gave her ponytail another tug.

“But, Daddy, I-I need to come.”

“Welcome to the world of edging.”

“Daddy, that’s?—”

“Westerly’s way, babygirl. I gotta check the grill.” At the threshold of the door leading to the backyard, I turned. “And, Fee?”

“Yes, Daddy?” she said, all sugar and spice.

“No touching. If you need to go to the bathroom, come get me. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir”—she pushed her bottom lip out—“meanie, Sir.”

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