Page 56 of Daddy Next Door

I smiled up at him, my hand continuing to stroke his saliva-slicked length. "I just want to make you feel good, Daddy."

"You're succeeding," he assured me, his voice strained. "So fucking well."

My own body was responding again, despite the intense orgasms I'd already experienced. The crotchless design of my leather panties allowed me to feel air against my still-sensitive pussy, reminding me of how exposed I was. My nipples, recovered from the clamps, had hardened again with renewed arousal.

Ethan noticed my squirming. "Are you getting turned on again, little one? Just from sucking my cock?"

I nodded as best I could with my mouth full, humming an affirmation that made him groan as the vibrations traveled through his sensitive flesh.

"Such a perfect little slut for your Daddy," he praised, the crude words made tender by his tone. "So hungry for cock that just tasting me gets you wet again."

He wasn't wrong. I could feel fresh wetness gathering between my thighs, my pussy clenching with renewed need. There was something primal about pleasuring him this way that spoke to a deep part of me – the part that wanted to serve, to please, to worship.

I redoubled my efforts, bobbing my head faster while my hand worked in counterpoint. His cock seemed to swell even larger, the veins more prominent, his breathing becoming ragged and uneven. I could tell he was getting close, his control fraying at the edges.

Suddenly, his hand tightened in my hair, pulling me off him. I looked up, confused and a little disappointed.

"Not yet," he explained, his chest heaving. "Not like this. I have other plans for where I want to come."

His cock stood proudly between us, wet from my mouth, visibly throbbing with each beat of his heart. It was a magnificent sight – thick and hard and ready, testifying to his desire for me.

"Stand up," Ethan commanded, tucking himself back into his pants without fastening them. "I need more of you. All of you."

Ethan guided me back to the spanking bench, his hand firm at the small of my back. "I want you now, Lily," he said, his voice a low rumble that I felt more than heard. "I want to fill you completely." The leather of my outfit creaked as I bent forward, assuming the position I'd held earlier. This time, though, it wasn't punishment awaiting me but something far more intimate. My already sensitive body hummed with anticipation as I heard him open a drawer nearby.

"Have you ever worn a plug before, little one?" Ethan asked, and I heard the snap of a latex glove followed by the distinctive click of a bottle cap.

I swallowed hard. "No, Daddy."

"Then we'll go slow." His voice had that special quality it got when he was both aroused and concerned for my comfort—a mixture of desire and care that made me feel incredibly safe. "I'm going to prepare you thoroughly, and if anything feels too much, you tell me immediately. Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He moved behind me, and I felt his gloved finger, slick with lube, circle the tight ring of muscle between my cheeks. The touch was foreign but not unwelcome, sending unexpected sparks of pleasure through me.

"Relax for me," Ethan murmured, applying gentle pressure without pushing inside. "Take deep breaths."

I followed his instructions, focusing on relaxing the muscles that wanted to clench against this new intrusion. As I exhaled deeply, his fingertip slipped inside, just to the first knuckle. The sensation was strange – a fullness that bordered on uncomfortable but wasn't quite pain.

"Good girl," Ethan praised, holding still to let me adjust. "How does that feel?"

"Different," I answered honestly. "Not bad . . . just new."

He chuckled softly, beginning to move his finger in small circles, stretching me gently. "It gets better, I promise. Your body just needs time to understand this is pleasure, not invasion."

As if to emphasize his point, his other hand slid between my legs, finding my still-wet pussy and sliding two fingers inside. The dual penetration made me gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily.

"See?" His voice was smug as his fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. "Pleasure and sensation are connected all through your body."

While his fingers worked magic in my pussy, he continued the gentle preparation of my ass, his finger pushing deeper before withdrawing almost completely, then returning with more lube. The cool gel warmed quickly against my heated skin, making everything slicker, easier.

"I'm going to add another finger now," Ethan warned. "Bear down slightly—it makes it easier."

I did as instructed, and felt a stretching pressure as a second finger joined the first. This time, the fullness was more pronounced, a distinct burn that wasn't quite pleasure but wasn't exactly pain either. I breathed through it, focusing on the continued pleasure from his other hand, which hadn't stopped its expert attention to my pussy.

"So tight," Ethan murmured, his fingers moving in gentle scissoring motions. "You're going to feel amazing around the plug."

The mention of the plug sent a nervous flutter through me. Fingers were one thing, but an actual object seemed more intimidating.

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