“Yes, daddy.”
“I thought about getting you one off the shelf, but the idea of you enjoying a replica of another man’s dick only pissed me off. I’m the only one who takes care of you and gives you pleasure, Tink. That means the only cock you get to fuck is mine.”
I swear I didn’t know what to think of his statement until I realised the implication of it.
“Are you saying that’s a replica of yours?”
He brought it closer to my face.
“Mmm, don’t you recognise it?”
I swallowed. He wasn’t kidding. His dick had been up in my face enough times now for me to have memorised every inch. And this was almost like looking at the real thing.
Well… fuck.
The lengths this man had to have gone to get it made for me didn’t bear thinking about. I didn’t even know what to say. What could anyone say? He’d taken a cast of his own dick to make a sex toy for me. It was the only way he could have possibly gone about it.
Who the fuck does that? I can’t even with him over it.
“I can see you do.” He set it on the counter and placed a tube of lube next to it. “I’m sure you have some idea of what I’m going to do to you now.”
I nodded, biting down on the inside of my cheek. He moved behind me, his hands going to my jeans. He unbuttoned them, tugging them down my legs along with my underwear until they were around my ankles. I shivered when he ran his hands over my behind, spreading me slightly for his view. A gasp erupted from my mouth when he ran his thumb through my folds.
“Mmm, wet at the thought of it, aren’t you, my dirty little fairy? Such a bad girl.”
Letting go of me, he picked up the dildo and coated it in lube. I’d had his cock and his fingers inside me, but this was something else. The stretch would be intense. Could I even take it? He wouldn’t try unless he thought I could.
“Daddy,” I whispered, my voice trembling on the word.
“Yes, Tink?”
“I’m nervous.”
He shifted on his feet behind me before stroking my back with his free hand.
“We’ll stop if it’s too much, okay? I promise.”
With that statement, he pressed the dildo inside me, making me let out a breath. There was no going back now. Zayn would make me take everything he had to give me unless I’d told him to stop. Every part of me wanted to be a good girl who did exactly as her daddy told her because he would reward me for it. And Zayn’s rewards? Well, they were the best part of my day.
Forty Two
Arianna
The sex toy filled me the same way Zayn did, but it wasn’t warm like real flesh. He thrust it in and out of me a few times before he pressed a finger in beside it. My hands curled into fists next to my face. It wasn’t as difficult as last time when he inserted a second one after letting me get used to it. This time I was prepared for the way it would feel, how it would affect my body, the intense pressure and pinch of pain as I adjusted to the stretch.
“Touch your clit, Tink. I want you to ease into it,” he murmured.
I immediately obeyed him, sliding one hand underneath me to rub myself. A little moan erupted from my lips as he inserted a third. He kept fucking me with the dildo, making me squirm under the onslaught of pleasure and slight pain from the stretch.
“That’s it. Look at you getting ready to take both. Mmm, you’re going to look so good all stretched out for me.”
His words were making me more eager to give in. To allow myself to relax into accepting everything he had to give me.
“More, daddy, please,” I whimpered, pressing back against him.
“Beg all you want, dirty little fairy, we’re going at my pace, not yours. Remember why you’re bent over this fucking counter, hmm?”
I nodded, my body shaking with need. I hadn’t forgotten I was in this position because I’d pushed his buttons. He was in control of this, telling me what to do and when. Giving me what he thought I could take. Zayn knew my body like the back of his hand. He’d explored every inch. Watched every reaction I made. Documented it all so he could give me exactly what I needed. It all spoke of his desire to take care of me in every way he possibly could.