Page 30 of Melt For Us, Daddy
That thought alone was enough to have her bottom unclenching as Cordelia’s tongue pressed against her hole again. And with every swipe of her woman’s tongue, every teasing little probing touch, she gave herself over to Cordelia’s demands, until she was nothing more than a writhing puddle of submissive goo.
“Dee, please,” she whined, pushing her hips back against Cordelia's tongue. “Please. I need you.”
“Oh, my sweet girl. You already have me. But if it’s my cock you’re wanting…”
The tip that speared her was thicker than she’d expected and Ivy let out a low moan as it stretched her pussy open. She was so caught up in the painful pleasure of it, she almost missed the sound of a plastic bottle top being opened.
Cool liquid poured over her bottom hole and a moment later the second head of the toy Cordelia held pushed past that tight ring of muscle. As often as they played, and as enamored as Cordelia was with putting things in her ass, it didn’t take much for Ivy to accommodate the slender toy as Cordelia slowly worked it inside her.
“That’s my good girl.” Cordelia’s praise washed over Ivy as the toy settled inside her, stretching both her pussy and her bottom, filling her up so completely she could barely think. Between the toy inside her, the blindfold blocking her sight, and the clamps still squeezing her nipples, she was overcome. “How do you feel, blossom?”
“Sore. Full. Need… need you,” Ivy managed to pant through the overwhelming rush of sensation.
“I know, baby. You need me to fuck this little pussy and this tight little asshole, don’t you, baby?” As she spoke, Cordelia did exactly that, pulling the toy slowly from Ivy’s holes and then pushing it in again. “You need me to remind you exactly who these filthy holes belong to. Isn’t that right, Ivy Mae?”
More pain, more humiliation, more unbearable pleasure. “Yes, Ma’am!”
“Good. You’re going to come for me, blossom, and you aren’t going to hold a goddamn thing back from me. You are going to come for me, and then you’re going to come for me again. And again. And when you think you can’t possibly bear another second of it, you’re going to come at least one more time. Do you know why, baby?”
Though she already knew the answer in her bones, she wanted to hear her woman say it. Needed that verbal confirmation like she needed air. “Why, Ma’am?”
Cordelia’s voice dropped to a low growl. “Because you are mine, Ivy Mae. And I’m going to make damn sure you don’t ever forget it again.”
The toy slammed into both her holes, tearing a shocked cry from Ivy’s throat as pain and pleasure melded together inside her. The first orgasm ripped through her, and she instinctively clenched around the toy cocks filling her, adding more of both pleasure and pain to the swirling cocktail flooding her veins.
And as promised, her woman didn’t stop there. Sliding a hand over Ivy’s stomach, down to where she was stretched full, Cordelia stroked her fingers over the swollen nub above her pussy.
“Again, babygirl. Come for me again.”
She couldn’t have held out if she’d tried. Surrendering herself with a sob, Ivy let the second wave rip her apart as she bucked and whimpered and writhed on the couch.
“Such a good little girl you are, Ivy Mae. My good girl. Again.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to say she couldn’t bear it. That it was too much, too fast and she needed a break. But her woman’s words still echoed in her ears.
I am going to remind you exactly what it means for you to wear my collar.
This was what it meant to wear the pretty little flower around her neck. It meant surrendering herself to another’s will. Giving herself over, body and soul, to her Domme. Sacrificing herself on the altar of submission, and trusting that Cordelia would always put Ivy’s needs above her own, even when she was forcing her to accept more pain and pleasure than she felt she could handle.
And so she took it. Again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Once, she came screaming because Cordelia finally removed the clamps, and the pain shoved her so fiercely over the edge of oblivion she nearly blacked out. And just as Cordelia had promised, when she hit the point she didn’t think she could bear another orgasm without actually dying, her woman fucked her relentlessly with the toy until she finally went over that edge one last time.
By the time Cordelia dragged her to bed, her mind was blissfully empty, her body drained of every ounce of energy. So much so, she didn’t even have the presence of mind or the energy to complete her usual nighttime routine.
Or to care that she hadn’t.
Collapsing into bed, she burrowed into her woman’s softness, and slept.
Cordelia
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