Page 31 of Daddy Next Door

"Not yet," he murmured against my inner thigh, placing small, nipping kisses there instead. "I'm not done exploring you."

The frustration was exquisite—being held on the edge, desperate for release but unable to control the pace. I tugged at the restraints instinctively, wanting to touch him, to guide him, but the ropes held firm.

"Please," I whispered, beyond pride or pretense. "Please don't stop."

"I won't stop," he promised, his breath hot against my wet flesh. "But I will take my time."

His tongue returned to my clit, but now one of his fingers circled my entrance, teasing but not entering. I tried to push down, to take it inside, but the restraints limited my movement.

"Ask for what you want, Lily," he instructed, his finger still circling maddeningly. "Be specific."

"Your fingers," I gasped. "I want your fingers inside me. Please."

"Good girl."

The praise sent a fresh wave of pleasure through me, nearly as powerful as the sensation of his finger finally pushing inside. He entered me slowly, letting me feel every inch as he curled his finger to find that spot inside that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

"Oh god," I moaned, my head pressing back into the pillow. "Right there."

He added a second finger, stretching me in the most delicious way while his tongue continued its relentless attention to my clit. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pushing me rapidly toward the peak I'd been denied moments before.

My thighs began to tremble, muscles tightening as my orgasm approached. Ethan must have felt it too – the way my inner walls clenched around his fingers – because he increased his pace, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers curling more deliberately against that spot inside me.

"Let go, little one," he murmured against me. "I want to feel you come on my tongue."

That was all it took—the combination of his words, his touch, and the freedom to finally surrender. My orgasm crashed through me with an intensity that took my breath away. Wave after wave of pleasure radiated outward from where his mouth was still working against me, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing out every last tremor.

I cried out his name, my back arching off the bed as far as the restraints would allow. The ropes around my wrists and ankles seemed to intensify everything, the slight resistance making each pulse of pleasure more acute.

Ethan gentled his touch as I came down, his tongue now making soft, soothing passes, his fingers slowing but not withdrawing. When the last aftershock had faded, he placed a final kiss against my sensitive flesh before raising his head.

His mouth and chin glistened with my arousal, his eyes dark and hungry as they met mine. The sight of him like that—face between my thighs, looking utterly pleased with himself—sent another jolt of desire through me despite my recent climax.

"Beautiful," he said, his voice rough with his own need. "You're absolutely beautiful when you come."

He moved up my body, his hard cock brushing against my thigh as he positioned himself above me. I could feel the heat radiating from him, could see the tension in his shoulders as he held himself back. His control was impressive but not what I wanted in that moment.

My eyes dropped to his erection, thick and straining, the head darkened with blood and a bead of pre-come glistening at the tip. The sight made my mouth water and my recently satisfied body stir with renewed desire.

"Ethan," I said, my voice still breathless from my orgasm. "I want you inside me. Please."

His eyes searched mine, looking for any hesitation or uncertainty. Finding none, he nodded slowly.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked, ever the careful dominant, always checking consent.

"Yes," I answered without hesitation. "I need to feel you. All of you." I tugged at my restraints meaningfully. "I'm tied up in your bed, naked, having just come on your tongue. I think we're past the point of uncertainty."

That drew a genuine laugh from him, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that made my heart stutter. "Point taken." He sobered, his expression growing more intense. "I want you to be very clear, though. Tell me exactly what you want."

I met his gaze directly, no longer shy about my desires. "I want you to fuck me, Ethan. I want to feel your cock inside me. Please."

His pupils dilated at my words, his breath catching audibly. "Since you asked so nicely," he agreed, shifting his position between my spread thighs.

Ethan positioned himself above me, his weight supported on one forearm while his other hand guided his cock to my entrance. The blunt head pressed against me, hot and insistent, a promise of what was to come. Our eyes locked as he held himself there, not yet pushing inside, letting me feel the size of him, letting the anticipation build until I thought I might scream with need.

"Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of his restraint. "We'll go as slow as you need."

I nodded, unable to form words as he began to press forward. The pressure was intense—a delicious stretch that bordered on too much but never quite crossed that line. He entered me with agonizing slowness, allowing my body to adjust to each inch before pressing deeper.

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