EyesOnYou:Let go of the toy and hold your ankles. Tuck your knees up to your chest, show me both of your holes.
The order fights against the rising pleasure, but eventually, I’m able to pry my fingers loose from the toy, which, to be honest, I forgot I was holding, then wrap both hands around my ankles, knees squishing my tits together.
Instantly, I understand.
I’m helpless like this.
I can’t push it in farther, push it against me harder, I can’t pump it in and out of me.
I’m at the mercy of the toy.
But it’s not the toy that’s the problem. It’s the setting. The setting that only hits the peak for half a second before leaving me screaming for more as it takes the pleasure away.
Just like I expected—this setting is fucking torture.
There is another ding, and I look at the screen, mouth falling open as the peak hits yet again.
EyesOnYou:Let me hear you, baby. Tell me how the toy feels.
“It’s, oh god,” I pant through the climb, rocking my hips to try and get more pressure or feel it deeper. “It’s, ahh, oh, fuck.”
I suck in a breath as it starts to go down again. “It’s so strong at the top, but it’s too quick, I can’t, I won’t be able to come.”
Pause.
“It’s vibrating inside my pussy and on my clit,” I stutter out as we go up again, my throat tightening, clit tingling, heat everywhere, then everything releases.
“Ohmygod, this is torture. I don’t think I can do this. I need more. I need longer.”
Pause.
“Daddy,” I beg as we climb again, and I know he can see my asshole clenching as my pussy tightens around the vibration. I’m so hot. Everywhere. My head bows down and my stomach clenches, the vibes pushing me higher. “Pleaseeee.”
Pause.
Rolling my hips doesn’t fucking help at all. If anything, it feels like the toy is slipping out. In a desperate effort to get more contact, I pull my knees wider, spreading myself open to the camera, but I don’t give a fuck.
Whoever EyesOnYou is could be taking screenshot after screenshot right now, but all I can think about is my need tocome. Even thinking that has the heat in my core spiking hotter. Fuck, I hope he is taking screenshots.
EyesOnYou:That pretty pussy is doing so good.
“It’s slipping out,” I whine, trying to stay perfectly still so that it doesn’t fall out completely. “I’m so wet. Please, can I push it back in?”
There is a whole climb and fall before my laptop dings again.
EyesOnYou:Yes. But then hand back on your ankle.
Oh, thank fuck.
I reach between my legs and adjust the toy, making sure that the part that goes on my clit gets really good contact, then return my hand to my ankle as ordered.
“Ohhh,” I moan, head flopping back on the pillow, because now,now, it feels like I can come. My pelvis is full of heat, my clit is humming, and wetness has definitely started to leak out of me. “Oh my god, Daddy, I’m so close.”
There is another ding, but I can’t open my eyes. I can’t move. Every peak brings me just that much closer, the heat inside of me pushing me further toward the cliff. My lips start to tingle, and I’m not sure if I’m breathing right.
It’s right, fucking there. Right, oh god. “No, please. I need to come.
I don’t even know who I’m begging. It’s not like he can change the settings for me. And even if he could, I wouldn’t want to break Hudson’s rule.
