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“My girl is so eager,” he whispers darkly. “You want this, don’t you, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say in a sweet plea.
On the next round up my legs, he inches closer, but not quite where I want it. I’m writhing and begging for him to touch me, and I almost can’t believe how badly I want to come already. Just from his fingers all over my body and whatever he rubbed on my clit. I’m craving a climax so much I could cry.
When he finally presses the vibrator against my clit, I let out a squeal, my body fighting against the restraints. I come fast and hard, the pleasure ending as quickly as it came. All too soon, I’m left panting and wondering what happens next.
The bed dips and I feel Ronan settle his weight between my bound legs. “You have no idea how beautiful you are when you come, Daisy. I could watch it over and over again.”
I need his touch more than anything. His hands skate up my legs, and then I feel his lips trace the path his hands just drew. He’s kissing his way up until I feel something warm and wet, wiping my folds clean. There’s a residual burn from whatever he put there, but it’s quickly replaced with his lips. A high-pitched hum bubbles out of me as he licks my tender clit. He has me desperate and needy, so it doesn’t take long with him sucking on the sensitive spot and I’m already coming again.
The restraints are keeping me from fully indulging in the pleasure, which means the orgasm comes and goes too fast again. My legs flex and fight against the binds.
Then the vibrator is back and I’m starting to sweat. He teases me for a while, pressing it to my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, before trailing it to my clit. Then, I’m coming again.
And again.
And again.
Until pleasure starts to feel like torture.
I start to lose sense of time, never quite knowing when one orgasm ends and another begins. I sink further into myself until I’m nothing but sensation, and I can no longer define what feelsgoodand what feelsbad. There is just his voice, his touch, his mouth. It’s like Ronan has become my god and I can do nothing but obey.
Somewhere in this abyss of pleasure, I lose sense of myself entirely.
RULE #32: A GOOD DOM DOESN’T LOSE CONTROL
Ronan
She is exquisite. Just as I knew she would be.
My stubborn girl, full of passion and fire. Watching her writhe and scream is everything I wanted and more.
Although I have no intention of pushing her past her limit today, I’m enthralled by the idea that she simply does not have one. Or at least she thinks she doesn’t.
Everyone has a limit. It’s getting them to find it that’s the fun part.
Some Doms use pain. Degradation. Humiliation.
I use pleasure.
By the time she leaves here, I want her to feel things she didn’t know she was capable of feeling. Sensations her body was capable of but never came close to experiencing.
There’s a pleasant little notion in the back of my mind as I make Daisy climax for the tenth—or is it eleventh?—time. The notion is a reminder that she and I have time. I don’t need to rush things or break her right away. We can delicately creep our way through this process, one session at a time, until she says we’re done or we find new ways to play—includingherway.
Daisy is as curious as she is innocent. She’s not afraid to tell me what she likes or doesn’t like, which means we can have all the fun we want. I trust her to speak up when she’s reached her breaking point, which means I can really have fun without having to worry. With one major added bonus on top of it all.
I’m in love with her.
Absolutely out of my mind, twisted up, and drunk on this thing between us. This relationship that didn’t exist a month ago but has single-handedly breathed new life back into this old man. This bond is nothing like what I felt before—ever. My heart has been through a lot, but it’s never met its match like it has with Daisy.
“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” I murmur against her cheek, leaning down to kiss her sweat-soaked skin. “How are you doing? Give Daddy a color.”
“Green,” she says breathlessly.
