He wipes his lips on his forearm and meets my blurry gaze. “You can beg all you want, naughty girl, but Daddy will fill your pussy when he’s good and ready.”
I whimper at his words. Somehow, his unexpected statement makes me even hornier. More wetness gathers between my legs.
“You’ll come when Daddy tells you, understood?”
A shudder wracks my body. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers now. I want to stretch your tight cunt before I enter it.”
“Yes, Daddy.” God, his words… I think I’m more aroused than I was before I came.
“Move your hands on top of your thighs. I want you to hold them open for me.”
Shaking, I do as I’m told. It’s obscene, and I love it.
“That’s a good girl. Keep your palms right there, and your legs open wide. If you move them, I’ll spank you.”
More tremors. He knows exactly how to make me hot. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Your bottom is not available to me, right now, Baby girl. If I have to pause to spank you, the swat will go directly on your pussy. No warning.”
My body flinches as I gasp. It seems that the blood drains from my face. “Yes, Sir.” Surely, he recognizes that there’s a solid chance I’m going to intentionally disobey him because now I really want to know what it will feel like to have my pussy spanked. Not yet, though. I’m desperate for him to push a finger into me, hopefully more than one.
Mace strokes my folds reverently. “So smooth,” he whispers. “So fucking pretty. Such a greedy little cunt. Your skin is swollen and pink. Just looking at you makes my cock ache.”
I moan, willing him to stop stalling, not stupid enough to ask, though.
With one hand, he pulls the hood back from my clit. “Do you have any idea how large this pink button is, Autumn?”
I don’t think he expects an answer, nor could I give him one if I wanted. I’m totally tongue-tied.
Daddy drags a finger through my wetness and uses it to circle my clit, driving me mad. When he taps the bundle of nerves, I nearly shoot off the bed.
“Don’t forget to hold your legs open, naughty girl,” he warns. “If you can’t obey that simple instruction, next time I’ll tie you to the bed, spread wide open.”
Does he think that’s a deterrent? It’s definitely not. Just like his warning about spanking my pussy, now I’m curious to know what it will feel like to be physically restrained. I suspect everything he says will become a running list of things I want him to do in my head. And who am I kidding? All of that already exists on the list of fantasies I’ve had without ever voicing them.
I grip my thighs tighter, not wanting to inadvertently disobey him. I want to experience what he’s planning for my pussy first.
Mace pinches my swollen clit between his thumb and pointer, pressing his palm against my pelvis. With his other hand, he teases my entrance. “This pussy is mine,” he growls.
More shuddering as I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Mine will be the first and only fingers to go inside you. Other than yours, of course.” He smirks. “I suspect you’ve fingered your own cunt, haven’t you, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“Not anymore. Nothing goes into your pussy without my permission, understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Nothing touches this clit without my supervision, either. You don’t rub yourself or do anything to get off without my express consent.”
“I won’t, Daddy. I promise.”
“If I catch you playing with my pussy, I’ll put a chastity belt on you and make you wear it every time you’re not in the same room as me.”
My breath hitches. A chastity belt was not in my repertoire of fantasies, but it is now.
