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Tay almost growled.
It was all too light. They needed pressure, they needed pressure building in every extremity of their body, taking over until they exploded, and Guilia was withholding that, which felt very unfair indeed.
Guilia, on the other hand, seemed to think that it was hysterical.
Tay hadn’t really seen this side of their Daddy before, and they weren’t entirely certain how much they were enjoying it.
No, that wasn’t true.
They fuckinglovedit and hated that they loved it in equal measure.
Finally, when they thought that they mightexpire(because Tay was just a tad dramatic on occasion), Guilia pressed the wand up against them and then they thought they might expire for sure.
Usually, when lying on a bed they had the ability to move, to shift away from the vibration when it became too intense. But that ability was removed with the St Andrew’s Cross. Their ankles being restrained had more of an impact than Tay had expected, and now they were having to take it.
It’s what they’d wanted, and now that they had it, they didn’t know what to do. They thrashed against the ropes, pulling and groaning as waves of pleasure started to wash over them.
This wasn’t coming.
This was being bulldozered with pleasure, having every drop of desire wrung from them and Tay trembled on the cross. There was relief there too though. They weren’t able to get free, no matter how hard they tried, so it meant that they had no option but to give themselves over to it, to not fight it or flinch away from that ever-demanding pleasure.
When they started crying, Guilia met their eyes, and asked, “Green?”
Tay tightened their grip on the metal marble in their fist and nodded. “Gre-ee-n.” And then they leaned forward so that they could bury their face in Guilia’s neck and just let everything go.
Their senses flooded, every cell in their body overwhelmed, all they could do was cry out as the pressure in their clit and cunt suddenly subsided and they came one more time.
CHAPTER 38
Guilia
Tay was shaking, trembling, and Guilia wasn’t sure if they’d almost had enough, but the whimpers coming from the crook of her neck told her that Tay was still coming.
The sub was completely wracked with pleasure, and Guilia wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen someone come apart so completely. She kept the vibrator in place, and held Tay, even as they began to go slack on the cross, and then Guilia felt liquid on her toes.
“Oh, tesore, did you squirt for me again?”
“I think I might have.” Tay’s voice was raw, and Guilia moved the wand away. They sagged in relief, and Guilia caught them.
“Do you want me to cut you out?” she asked, the shears on the table within arm’s reach, but Tay shook their head.
“It’s okay; I like the feel of you undoing the ties.”
Guilia’s hands trembled a little as she undid the ties and knots that held Tay in place. Their face was still in the crook of her neck, and when each arm was freed, Tay wound them about Guilia, holding on as tightly as they could.
Eventually, Guilia sank to the ground, taking them with her, undoing the straps about their ankles, and curling up with Tayon the floor just beyond the cross. She had water and snacks and all of the aftercare things ready, but Tay didn’t want that, didn’t want her to leave them even for a second. Instead, they clung on to her, whimpering as aftershocks ran through their body.
“Are you okay?” Guilia asked gently.
Tay’s eyes were red-rimmed, but they were smiling when they met Guilia’s searching gaze. “Am I okay? Daddy, that was…” Their voice trailed off, but they sighed in satisfaction. “I am more than okay. I promise you, I am more than okay. How about you, Daddy? Are you okay?”
The enormity of that question hit Guilia like a ton of bricks. Was she okay? “I… you trusted me so much.”
“Of course I did,” said Tay, looking surprised. “You’re Daddy. Of course I trust you. I trust you to take care of me, and to love me, and to fuck me. I’d say you’re pretty freaking good at all three.” Their head lolled to one side and a dreamy smile crept across their face. “Especially the third.”
“I’d like to always do that,” said Guilia. “To take care of you, and to love you, and to fuck you too. Wake up together and go to sleep together, and I’d like to be your girlfriend as well as your Daddy, if you’ll have me.”
Tay pushed themself up onto their elbows and looked down at Guilia. Their curls were a mess, a riot bouncing down in front of their eyes, and as they leaned down to kiss Guilia, they tickled her nose. “Of course you’re my girlfriend. And I’m yours, just as much as you’re mine, Daddy. In the kitchen, in the bedroom and in the Dungeon. Now and forever, I’m yours.”
