Page 7 of Not Your Shoe Size

“What is it?”

“Something to make you feel good.” He held it out. “Take it, baby.”

“Wh-what will I do with it?”

There was a hard glitter in Ty’s eyes. “You’ll slide it inside yourself, right where Daddy’s fingers were. Then you can play however you like. And I’ll be here watching and making sure you’re safe and happy.”

Kate looked at the seat of his pants, where his erection still bulged. “Daddy, I don’t think I can—”

“Do it, princess. Right now.” He gripped her hand and forced the dildo into it. It was cool and heavy.

Kate widened her eyes. “It’s so big, Daddy.”

“It’s better that way. Now take off your little panties.”

Kate tugged off her underwear, and Ty watched her with a sharklike smile. “Now pull down your pretty dress so Daddy can see your nipples.”

She obeyed, tugging her babydoll past her breasts.

“Good girl. Now put Daddy’s toy inside you.”

Kate made up her mind to come as quickly as possible. She lay back and slid the toy inside herself, moaning at the shock of the cool glass compared to the heat of her skin. She stroked the dildo inside herself, whimpering as it flexed against her overstimulated body.

Ty’s gaze seemed to burn as he eyed her, studying her face, her breasts, the place between her legs. Sweat was beading on his forehead. He was beyond aroused, but she knew he wasn’t going to touch her. And she wanted—needed—to be touched. For Ty to hold her hair or work the toy. Anything. And the fastest way to do that was to protest. “Daddy, I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“It’s not about what you want, baby. Fuck yourself faster.”

“But you’re watching me, and I don’t know if I can—”

“Okay, I won’t watch you.” He turned her onto her stomach, flipping up her babydoll and exposing her bare ass.

“Daddy!”

Ty slapped her on the backside. “No talking, Katie. Fuck your toy like a good little girl.”

Kate adjusted her now-slippery palms on the dildo handle and pumped it inside herself. Pleasure twisted with shame, and the backs of her eyes prickled. These weren’t tears like real life, they were the culmination of deliciousness and humiliation. A prelude to orgasm, as integral to their games as the waiting. Her cunt throbbed. She was so, so close. She looked over her shoulder and saw that despite his promise, her daddy was watching, hands in his pockets, his gaze stony. A throb ran through her and she clenched the toy. This was what it meant to play these games, to be exalted and degraded at once. The star and the cleaner. She ground against the toy, rubbing her thumb against her clit as she rode it. “Daddy.Daddy…”

“That’s it, fuck yourself harder baby.”

“Can I pretend it’s you inside me?”

Ty choked. “I…”

“Please?”

“Okay, baby,” he said, brushing his fingertips over her ass cheeks. “It’s me inside you. Now, rub your little pussy. Daddy wants you to come on his cock.”

As she entered the halo of dazed pleasure that preluded coming, Kate saw the situation as though she was standing outside it—the girly room, her outfit, the almost fifty-year-old man standing over her—and it struck her how strange this was. So many people knew her and Ty. Some, her girlfriends, knew they played like this, but most didn’t. What would they say if they knew? Would they think it was sexy? Revolting? Would they care?

But they don’t know, she thought.Theydon’t need to know. It’s for me and Ty.

It happened like this sometimes, this desire to force the different parts of herself together. To make a picture that wasn’t utterly bizarre. But sex was bizarre, at least in this crazy world. There was no forcing, no reconciliation. She thrust the toy inside herself and looked up at Ty, her daddy, and let the strangeness and wrongness warp her into orgasm. Her vision went white and she closed her eyes, rocking back into her toy, weightless with pleasure.

“Good,” she heard Ty say. “That’s so good, honey.”

His voice was different, shaking slightly. She opened her eyes and saw he was kneeling between her legs, his cock jutting from his suit pants. His gaze was locked on the dildo between her legs as he stroked himself hard and fast.

“Daddy? What are you—”

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