Page 45 of Stripping Little Seraphina
“Good girl,” she whispered into my hair, voice heavy and pleased. Her hands smoothed my hair, slow and grounding. “That was… exactly right.”
I stayed there, face buried between her breasts, breath ragged, chest full. My whole body buzzed with something new and ancient—satisfaction, not only because she’d been brought to the edge, but because I’d been trusted to take her there. It feltlike proof: that I could be want and servant at once, that my need could be an offering and not a burden.
She eased us both back so I could look at her. Her expression was tender, tired, and ferociously fond all at once. “You wanted this,” she said softly, reading me like a book. “You asked for it. Did it feel like what you thought?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, voice thick. “It felt… right.”
She pressed a kiss to my forehead, then swept a blanket over us. “Tonight is about your service. Tomorrow we’ll have other rules, other rewards. Now, it’s your turn.” There was an evil grin on her face that made me wonder what she was up to.
Bastard. Freaking Bastard. Sadist. Freaking Sadist. Why???
I never would have thought that my Daddy would be this way. But she was clearly part sadist and she’d worked us both up into a frenzy. It’d began with this vibe, the one she’d purchased from the store and wouldn’t let me see. She’d made me come so many times with it that I…
That torturous toy was buried deep inside me. I wanted it out. Each orgasm was more intense than the last one and I couldn’t give her another. I didn’t want to disappoint her so getting it out was imperative.
“Daddy…” I begged.
“You’re losing focus, babygirl. Instead of focusing on me you’re focusing on that sore cunt of yours.”
I groaned because she was right. I am not a masochist and so inflicting pain was that much more intoxicating for her, because she did enjoy it. I took what she gave and I enjoyed it because she did. I wondered if I could handle it all, but pain on a small degreedid something to me if it was paired with pleasure, and she knew that.
“Play with that little pussy of yours for me. Make it crave what I need it to.”
Another forced orgasm seized me and it hurt more than the last one. Tears rolled from the corners of my eyes in despair but there was something even more shocking. I liked being forced to come for her. It took away my control, giving me the power of submission.
She increased the tempo of the bullet and another orgasm ripped free. She wasn’t finished.
“Play for me, girl.”
Cautiously, I lowered my hand, afraid that I’d break my kitty if I touched it. Gentle caresses earned me a “good girl” and inspired me to explore further. I spread my legs wide while stimulating my clit. It was sore and slower to respond but persistence paid off. I lifted my hips in time to meet the down sweep of my fingers. It was wickedly refreshing and got my juices flowing nicely.
“Very good girl,” she praised.
“Thank you, Daddy…” I didn’t lose focus on the goal.
I just needed redirection and I’m glad I listened. Glad that I was primed once again. It felt amazing to have my body in such a primal and orgasmic state that little tremors were a constant. I knew this one would be monumental. My vaginal walls were already tightly gripping the vibe accepting the torture. I needed more. I wantedher.
One digit at a time, I deposited my fingers inside. My eyes grew wide accepting the magnified feelings. The heel of my hand rocked my clit while I moved my fingers back and forth inside. Yes! My reactions were purely instinctual and reflexive, short circuiting my mind into compliance. That rush of pure adrenaline let me know that it was time. I wanted to slow downthe moment but that wasn’t my call. I embraced the sensations, letting it take control. I cried out loudly and covered my mouth in shame.
“Let me hear you, dear girl. Talk to me.”
By talk, she meant moan. She liked it, and I aimed to please.
I moved my hand from my mouth but tightened my legs around my hand bringing it deeper inside.
“Oh!”
My fingers moved the bullet back and forth, now coming into contact with it. Talk about a splendid feeling. The vibrations beat faster and my body froze as spasms squeezed every nerve ending until my entire being pulsed in pain and pleasure. My eyes rolled backward and I screamed so loud that I felt the echo bounce off the wall and lick over me.
Tingling sensations numbed everything else out as I twitched like a fein begging for another hit.
One more… please!
I grabbed at the air but even my toes and fingers were cramped and tense. Puffs of air erupted from my lips as my body tried to regulate the convulsions. Finally, everything relaxed and I sank into the mattress.
She caressed my forehead moving wet tendrils of hair aside. I turned my head to lean into her caresses and my body groaned at the slight movement. Her fingers traced patterns over my torso and while it normally would arouse me, it helped to bring awareness back in place.
“Good, good girl. I’ll let you rest a bit before I torture that sweet pussy again.”
