Page 94 of Fixate
Foolproof, right?
Except I didn’t take into account how Daddy was always full of surprises.
I’d only just eased back onto the dildo when I heard the chime of the elevator echo down the hall through the open doorway. In a scramble to speed up the plan, I pressed the first button I saw on the remote.
The machine behind me came to life in an instant. I felt the dildo pull back sharply, then thrust forward in a quick movement. I gasped as it immediately went on to repeat the motion.
My body shook from the higher setting as I grabbed the remote to try to turn it down. No amount of squeezing at the base of my cock was going to hold off my release if I kept it at this level.
I was mid-scramble when I felt eyes on me. The button I needed came into view at that same moment. I pressed it as I gave Daddy a shy grin from my position on the floor.
“Hey, Daddy. You’re home early?” I said as innocently as I could muster.
It was hard to do given the motorized sound of the machine thrusting into my ass was clear as day.
He frowned as he stripped off his jacket and threw it on the chair in the corner. His cufflinks came off next, then he worked on the buttons of his shirt.
Since he wasn’t speaking, I decided to fill the silence. I wasn’t sure why I felt the need other than maybe a bit of panic slipping through at the idea he wasn’t aroused but instead truly angry at me.
“Do you like my new toy? I got it because you didn’t want to fuck me anymore.”
No, Ricardo.
Bad move.
Daddy quirked a brow, yet he still didn’t say anything. He’d managed to get his shirt open while I spoke. It was added to the jacket, only to have his undershirt join it.
Wearing only his pants, he still looked the picture of authority as he approached me. He dropped into a squat, his fingers moving to grab my chin.
He kissed me softly, nothing more than a press of lips against mine.
“You’ve been very naughty,” he husked out.
I shook my head. “No, Daddy. Not naughty. Needy. So, so needy.”
His face was a mask of emotion as he took me in. As I waited for what he’d say next, he pulled my upper body. I raised up as much as I could, letting him see all of me.
My hard, weeping cock.
The ring wrapped around it.
Every tense muscle contracting as the machine fucked me.
He clicked his tongue. “You are needy, aren’t you?”
I nodded quickly as he eased me back onto my hands.
“I wish you’d have told me,” he whispered.
Shaking my head, anger built at his words. “I did, Daddy! I told you I wanted you. I tried to touch you, and you said no. I understand I was hurt, but I need you. I need you!”
Embarrassingly, tears sprung to my eyes at the realization I was losing it while trying to seduce the man I loved.
And wasn’t that the problem?
I loved him. There was no question how far I’d fallen anymore. Everything in my life centered around him, yet when I needed him the most, he still held back.
Reaching for the remote, I was prepared to accept defeat and maybe move on when his hand closed over my wrist. I raised my face to let him see the anguish there.
