Page 82 of Dose

“Green.” A pause. “I dislike you enthusiastically.”

I laugh against her knee.

The second rise takes longer. I use my mouth this time, slow and exact, until her thighs tremble and the tendons in her wrists stand out against the cuffs. Before she reaches the peak, I pull away.

Her protest turns into my name.

“What did you want to call me tonight?” I ask.

“Daddy.” Her voice breaks on it. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Let me come.”

I run my thumb over her wet skin, not enough to give her what she wants. “Not yet.”

“Why?”

“Because you asked me to decide when. Not because you have anything to prove. Not because you have to earn it.” I bend over her and put my mouth beside hers. “You wanted me in control. This is what I want.”

Her lips find mine blindly. She kisses me hard enough to hurt.

“Again,” she says.

I give her fingers, two sliding deep while my thumb works over her. Her body tightens almost immediately, still sensitized from my mouth. I keep the pace steady and watch her fight for the last inch she needs.

Then I stop.

The sound she makes collapses into a sob. Tears escape beneath the blindfold.

Every part of me arrests.

My hand moves to her hip and stays there. “Color.”

She drags in a breath. “Green.”

“Isla.”

“Green,” she repeats, steadier. Her fingers tap the headboard once—deliberate, not the signal. “I’m overwhelmed. I don’t want to stop.”

“Yellow?”

She considers. “No. Kiss me, then keep going.”

I kiss her. Slow this time. I wait until her shoulders release into the mattress and her breathing follows mine.

“Still green?”

“Still green.” Her mouth brushes mine. “Please, Daddy.”

I return to her with my mouth and right hand together. No games now. I give her the pressure and rhythm I learned, keep them constant when her body starts to shake, and refuse to let my own fear interrupt what she asked for.

“Come for me,” I tell her. “Now.”

She does.

Her back lifts from the bed. The cuffs pull tight, then slacken as the first wave runs through her. I hold her hips and keep my mouth on her until the sharp cries soften into helpless sounds and the tremor begins to ease.