Page 54 of Daddy Next Door

His permission unleashed something primal in me. I surrendered to the sensations completely, my cries echoing off the walls as pleasure coursed through me. Time lost meaning as I existed purely in the realm of physical sensation, my mind blissfully empty of everything except the moment.

As the tremors began to subside, I became aware of Ethan's presence behind me, his breathing as ragged as my own. His hand stroked gently over my heated flesh, soothing the marks he'd left.

"You are extraordinary," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "I've never seen anything more beautiful than you coming apart like that."

"I've never... that's never happened before," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Coming from just a spanking?" Ethan sounded pleased, almost smug. "That's because you were made for this, little one. Made for me."

His words sent a fresh flutter through my still-sensitive core. Despite the intense orgasm I'd just experienced, I found myself wanting more – wanting him.

"But we're not done yet," Ethan continued, as if reading my thoughts. His fingers trailed down the cleft of my ass, dipping lower to find the wetness between my legs. "Not even close."

I moaned as his fingertips made contact with my swollen lips, still pulsing with the aftershocks of my climax. He circled my entrance teasingly, gathering my abundant wetness before sliding upward to my clit.

"So responsive," he praised as I jerked against his touch. "Still so sensitive."

He began to work me with expert precision, one finger circling my clit with just enough pressure to build sensation without overwhelming. His other hand pressed against my lower back, keeping me anchored to the bench as my body tried to writhe against his touch.

"Please," I gasped, not even sure what I was asking for.

"Please what, little one?" His movements slowed to an agonizing pace.

"More," I begged. "Inside. Please."

Ethan chuckled, the sound dark and promising. "How can I say no to that?"

Two fingers pushed inside me in one smooth motion, curling upward to find that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I cried out, pushing back against his hand instinctively.

"That's right," he encouraged. "Take what you need."

He established a rhythm, his fingers moving in and out while his thumb worked my clit in tight circles. The dual stimulation was intoxicating, building another peak despite the powerful orgasm I'd just experienced.

"You're going to come again for me," Ethan stated it as fact, not question. "And this time, I'm going to give you something extra."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I was beyond caring. My world had narrowed to the points where his body connected with mine, to the building pressure inside me, to the persistent throb of the nipple clamps that had become almost part of me.

His fingers moved faster, curling with each thrust to hit that perfect spot inside me. My breathing grew ragged, my moans turning to sharp cries as another climax built. It felt different this time – deeper, more concentrated, like a storm gathering strength.

"When I tell you," Ethan instructed, his voice taut with control, "you're going to come for me. And right at that moment, something intense is going to happen. Do you trust me?"

"Yes," I gasped, beyond articulate speech. "Yes, Daddy, yes."

His movements became more focused, more deliberate. He added a third finger, stretching me deliciously as his thumb continued its relentless circles on my clit. The fullness combined with the precise stimulation brought me right to the edge, teetering on the brink of something monumental.

"Now, Lily," Ethan commanded. "Come for me now."

As the first wave of orgasm hit me, I felt his free hand move to the chain connecting the nipple clamps. With perfect timing, he took the clamps off just as my climax crashed through me.

The pain was exquisite—a flood of sensation as blood rushed back into my compressed nipples. It collided with the pleasure of my orgasm, amplifying it beyond anything I'd ever experienced. I screamed, the sound torn from somewhere deep inside me, primal and uninhibited.

My entire body convulsed, inner muscles clamping down on Ethan's fingers as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure washed through me.

"That's it," Ethan encouraged, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing out every last tremor. "Take it all. Feel everything."

I couldn't have done otherwise if I tried. My consciousness narrowed to a pinpoint of pure feeling, everything else falling away. Tears streamed down my cheeks, though I wasn't sad – it was simply my body's way of releasing the overwhelming intensity of what I was experiencing.

As the storm began to subside, Ethan gently withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty but satisfied beyond words. His hand smoothed over my back in long, soothing strokes, grounding me as I floated in the aftermath.

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