Page 18 of Stripping Little Seraphina
“Oh god!” She swore.
“You can call me Mistress, Daddy, Madame V, but I am not god. Not even to the Little one who wants me to restore her world to normal after shattering her soul. Understood, babygirl?” I began kissing her pretty pussy all over again.
“Yes, Ma’am… Sir…”
I chuckled. “I’m definitely a woman.”
“But you said ‘Daddy’.”
“You would think that one who prefers toys, stuffies, and play would understand something as minor as genders. Women can be Daddies just as much as men. And quite the opposite.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good girl.”
“Now tell me, how would you like to refer to me? Hmm?” She was dripping sweetness and I needed a taste so I lapped at her to get one. Full bodied. Sweet in that way that women are, but uniquely Seraphina. To get better acquainted with her, I went in for more. Tongue working inside to draw more from her. My tongue clucked against her, exposing how much I was enjoying my current task.
“I…”
“Mhm…” I moaned against her as I continued on.
“I…”
“Mmm…” I loved how out of sorts she was. Needy. Stuttering and stammering, she was exactly where I wanted her to be. Focused on me and not in her head.
“I… I…”
I swirled my tongue as I withdrew it, immediately needing more of her. Why did she taste so damn good? It was like I couldn’t get enough. Lost in her flavor, needing to feel her body moving toward me, hearing her delectable moans and heavy breathing, and daring her to freefall into bliss… I was addicted. Unable to stay away from the treat between her thighs for long.
“Fuck,” I murmured as I withdrew and then went back inside. Then, I drew my tongue upward, exiting her canal, up and over her labia, and across her clit.
Sera tried to move away and I pulled her back into the spot I required her to be in.
“Right… here,” I said firmly.
“Ohh!” she cried out.
Again, I trailed the same pattern. Her body shook, spasming in response. Demanding more for her release. I met each request until she vibrated so much that she seemed to levitate. Then I started again.
Then again…
And again. Three waves of release wrecked her body, leaving her limp and trembling against the cushions. Clawing for freedom. I wasn’t having that. I kissed over her thighs, her stomach, and then back between to her pussy to clean up the mess I’d made. She twitched and whimpered, and moaned out her last plea for mercy. The desperation that laced her cries told me all I needed to know. She was exhausted and needed reprieve.
Afterward, I gathered her very sated body into my arms. I kissed over her damp face, moving away any of her stray strands of hair. When she was calm and breathing correctly, I carriedher to the bath and sank her into bubbles. I washed her hair, massaged her shoulders, and kissed the shell of her ear, She shivered in response.
“You’re so quiet now,” I said while rinsing the soap from her body.
“I don’t know what to say or where to begin.” She sighed.
“Start by telling me your initial thoughts.” I squatted next to the tub, waving my hand through the warm water.
“The only thing that comes to mind is ‘thank you’.”
“For?”
“For making me feel cared for. I really appreciate this.”
I nodded. “Good girl. You’re welcome. And thank you for being honest. Keep doing that and I’ll run out of ways to spoil you, little one.”
