Page 17 of Secret Confession
I nod. “Yes, Sir.” The word slips out without me even realising, but Maximus heard it. His eyes widen as his lips twist into a genuine smile.
“I like when you call me Sir, but I think I have a better name for you to call me—Daddy.”
He says the word just as I press two fingers inside, a loud moan falling from my lips. I’m not sure if it’s from the name or the tight, stretching sensation. His smirk turns wicked as his gaze drops to where I’m slowly sliding two fingers all the way in.
“Does that feel good with two fingers stretching your tiny pussy?”
“Yes,” comes out as a breathy moan.
His grip on my neck tightens, startling me as his touch edges closer to being painful. “Yes, what?”
His eyes are boring into mine, and his grasp around my neck is tight enough to be uncomfortable, but not to cut off my breathing. I start to feel a bit lightheaded, though I continue moving my fingers in and out, feeling wetter because of the intensity of the situation.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, a shiver running down my spine as I say the word.
Maximus lets out a deep groan, and my pussy walls flutter around my fingers in response. “Such a good girl. Keep fucking your pretty pussy with your fingers and rub your thumb over your clit.”
I do as he tells me, curling my hand in a way that allows me to reach my clit with my thumb. This new position forces my fingers to curve and hit a place deep inside that makes me see stars. A loud moan rips from my lips as I rub my clit, chasing the pleasure that’s building.
“What did you feel then, Little Lamb? Something made you hot, what was it?”
I shake my head; the words coming out in between pants as I speed up the movements of my fingers, desperately chasing that same feeling. “I don’t know. When I changed position, my fingers touched this new place, and it felt incredible. But I don’t know how to do it again.”
“Curl your fingers when they’re in deep, feeling the wall at the front. As you crook them, you should feel it,” he tells me, his grip on my neck easing.
I listen to his instructions, and it doesn’t work the first couple of times, but as I go deeper on the third thrust, I feel the pleasurable spark rushing through me, my mouth falling open into a whimper.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
I rock my hips against my hand, finding that helps get me deep enough to locate that fucking incredible spot each time. As pleasure flutters through me, my lower abdomen starts to tighten, and I can feel myself getting wetter than I ever thought was possible.
“How does that feel, Little Lamb?”
“So good. Thank you, Daddy.” The word slips out again with ease, and I see the way Maximus’ eyes turn hungry when he hears it, making me want to keep calling him it.
My fingers are thrusting in and out faster now, sliding in with ease, though my walls still feel incredibly tight, and I rock my hips against my hand, creating the most incredible sensations. With my thumb rubbing over my clit, it doesn’t take long for everything to feel overwhelming.
I can feel myself getting lost in the pleasure as I whimper and moan, crying out occasionally when the feelings spike through me. I’ve given myself an orgasm before, but it was nothing like this. If that was more like a candle fizzling out, this is like a bonfire night fireworks display, setting my entire world alight.
“Are you close to coming?” Maximus asks, his gaze flicking between my fingers and my eyes.
I nod, my eyes fluttering closed as my mouth falls open on a moan. “Yes, I’m so close.”
“Look at me,” he snaps, the authoritative edge forcing me to open my eyes wide and meet his gaze. “You are not allowed to come without my permission.”
My eyes widen almost comically as flush spreads across my cheeks. “I don’t know if I can stop it,” I tell him.
His smirk grows as he wags his brow at me in challenge. “Well, you better beg for my permission, then. If you come before I say you can, I will punish you.”
My brain is whirling with all the overwhelming sensations, and I’m not fully able to take in the implications of what he’s saying. I can’t even begin to think what a punishment might involve. Instead, I focus on the first part of his statement, knowing I’m going to need him to give me permission—quickly.
“Please, Daddy. Oh, fuck. I’m so close. I-I can’t… I need to… Please, can I come?” Each word gets more breathy and desperate, punctuated by soft moans or loud whimpers of pleasure as I try to keep my gaze locked with his.
I watch as his eyes darken further, making them seem almost black, while heruns his tongue over his lower lip. His gaze rakes over my body, taking in the way I’m almost losing myself to the overwhelming sensations.
I’m pressing my fingers in and out at a frantic speed, making sure to go as deep as I can, while my thumb rubs over my swollen clit. Despite the fear that I might not be able to even slow down the building orgasm, I continue with the same speed, not wanting to lose the fucking amazing feeling that’s building within me.
“Such a dirty girl. Look at you with your fingers buried in your cunt, begging Daddy to let you come. Have you been a good girl? Do you deserve to come?” His voice is breathy and desperate too, giving away just how affected he is by all of this.
