Page 78 of Daddy, Sir

“Watching you hop, skip, and jump all day has been the sexiest ballet I’ve ever seen. Now I need to see the final act.”

“Then fuck me!”

“No, babygirl. My cock is the encore.” He lifted the remote. “Lie back.”

Even as I began to lie back, I snarked, “Ballerinas need their feet to dance.”

Landon’s eyes were a shade of dark blue I’d never seen before. His lips turned up and his eyebrow arched. “Not when they fly,” he said and then tapped a button.

The sound that came from me was so unfamiliar I almost looked around to see who’d made it, but the pulses in my body changed to a rolling vibration that set every cell on edge. I didn’t even have time to think before my back bowed and my body convulsed into the hardest climax I’d ever experienced. I didn’t just see stars, I saw supernovas exploding all around me. I came again and then again when I felt the toy being tugged from me.

“No!” I screamed, as the removal caused a flood of liquid to gush from me. Desperate to stop the flow, I reached for themagical device only to find Landon’s hand, his fingers entwining with mine.

“Holy. Fuck. That was fucking incredible!”

Fuck means cock and cock means–

“Encore!” I tried to sit but instead Landon’s hands wrapped around my ankles and I found myself sliding through a definite puddle until I felt the table disappear from beneath me. Well, my ass anyway. The rest of my torso remained solidly supported while my rubbery legs were spread wider and my Daddy stepped between them and finally, finally gave me what I needed.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I chanted as he buried his dick inside me in one hard thrust. The toy hadn’t been small, but it was nowhere the circumference of Landon’s glorious cock. I was stuffed full and yet suddenly, not full enough. I pushed my hands against his chest.

“No!”

If you ever want to understand how a submissive knows in her soul the Dominant she serves istheone, just scream no followed by a stream of unintelligible words and sounds and watch his eyes clear with complete understanding.

His control was epic as he slid from me without hesitation and then allowed me to grab his cock like it was some lever and push it down until it aligned with a place I’d never felt safe enough to have a man enter.

“Here, Daddy. I need you here.”

Landon’s hand reached to cup my cheeks… not those on my face, but those of my ass, lifting them higher. He smiled and said, “You can let go now, babygirl. I’ve got you.”

And he did.

I didn’t brace myself, didn’t even consider how it might hurt. All I knew was I wanted him in my ass. I’d die if he didn’t take my last virginity. The pressure, the slight burn as he pushed inside me only drove my need higher. The vibrator had stretchedme, my arousal had been seeping from around the toy’s other end in my pussy all day and had slipped down to coat the base of the plug in my ass. Add the amount of liquid I’d just added to the mix and there was absolutely no need for any lube.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh.” My new mantra served to settle the alien residing inside me. The progress of his cock as it moved deeper served to scratch the itch I’d never before experienced. I didn’t need to step into any wardrobe in search of a hidden door.

I didn’t need the fantasy world of Narnia. Not when my nirvana was right here, with this one man I’d chosen to guide me through both reality and the fantasies we chose to play together.

It wasn’t the toy that had me arching once again. It was my Daddy’s fingers, his cock, his words praising his dirty girl that had me screaming as my world imploded and I pirouetted into blessed oblivion.

Chapter Fourteen

Landon

I’d always thought the most beautiful sight in the world was Fiona’s face when she looked up at me right before she came. There was always a glow, a shimmer in the depths of her eyes. Her teeth would catch and hold her bottom lip for the briefest moment until her mouth opened and her cries of pleasure were shouted while her eyes widened, her skin flushed and she threw back her head, her back bowing in surrender to the orgasm coursing through her.

I’d been wrong.

Turned out she was even more beautiful when she didn’t have any clue as to what to say, what to expect. When I’d entered her ass, she’d gasped and pushed into my hands rather than arched away. Her speech was that of a woman so deep in arousal she couldn’t form actual words. Instead of coursing through her, when she came, it was as if she’d imploded before immediately exploding. The walls of her ass contracted so tightly around my cock I’d been unable to move. Her arms and legs jerked, her head arched back so far I could see the tendons in her neckstretching. Her scream ripped through the air and then she went silent and completely limp. If it hadn’t been for the continued contractions of her muscles, including those around my dick, I might have feared she’d had a coronary. Instead, I recognized the signs.

La petite mort.

The little death.

After being teased and edged for so long, Fiona’s orgasm had been so intense, so all-consuming she’d passed out. After slowly pulling out of her, I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. I managed to pull the quilt down far enough to take a seat on the edge of the mattress and, with her still in my arms, scooted and twisted until my back was against the pillows piled at the headboard. Sliding my legs under the quilt, I then pulled it up and tucked it around Fiona.

She was even stunning in sleep. Her skin was cream with a fan of freckles that always made me want to trace my fingertip over them. Long lashes rested against her cheeks that had been full of color but were now alabaster. Tendrils of her hair had come loose from her ponytail and I played with them, pushing them from her forehead, her cheeks to twine around my fingers. I had no clue how long I held her before I saw her eyelids began to flutter. By the time they opened, I was smiling down at her.

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