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“Panties up,” said Isaac. “Sit down and finish your dinner.”
“I can sit on that thing?” said Peach. “It won’t shatter inside me?”
“No, sweetheart,” said Isaac, “it won’t shatter. You’re perfectly safe. Just sit down slowly so you don’t get a shock.” He patted Peach’s bottom, watching the wonderful ripples that played across the surface of her skin.
Then, she stood up, pulled up her panties, and turned to face him. Slowly, she sat back down. Isaac heard the clink of the plug as it touched the chair, and he watched Peach’s eyes widen for a moment… and then a dreamy expression replaced the look of surprise.
“Does that feel good?”
“Almost too good, Daddy,” replied Peach. “I can feel the plug inside me, rubbing against my… I feel like I want to… touch myself.”
“Not a chance,” Isaac replied. “You are not allowed to touch yourself unless I say so.”
Peach bit her lip. “It’s just… quite hard to… concentrate.”
Isaac leaned forward. “You want more don’t you?”
Peach gave him the tiniest nod.
“Is that a yes?” Isaac asked. He felt his cock begin to thicken as his voice became more commanding. He loved dominating her like this. It was such a damn turn-on.
Peach nodded again, more vigorously this time.
“Say it,” Isaac urged her.
“Yes, Daddy,” said Peach meekly.
“Say it louder,” Isaac said.
“Yes, Daddy!” Peach gasped. “Yes, Daddy! I want to make myself come! I feel like I’m so close already. Or, or, I feel like I wantyouto make me come. Maybe if you just… put your hand between my legs… or even your face… and… flicked your tongue…”
Peach was panting, rubbing her ass on the chair, clearly close to coming right now.
“Oh dear,” said Isaac. “This won’t do at all.” He put his arms around Peach’s waist, wrapping her legs around him. Careful not to touch the butt plug, he placed one hand under her ass for support.
Obviously, by now he had a raging boner all over again, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck his pretty little fiancée until she screamed his name into the Miami night… but he couldn’t let that happen.
“Where are we going, Daddy?” asked Peach, squirming against his crotch, rubbing her soaking wet pussy against his hard-on, threatening to make him explode in his underpants.
“To help you cool down, of course,” he replied.
He carried her into his mansion, making sure to steer clear of the kitchen, where his chef was no doubt cleaning up. Thankfully, when you were as rich as Isaac was, you were able to employ a certain caliber of staff. Staff who were able to be discreet. Who knew when to look in the opposite direction, or when to leave work and come back later.
“What was that noise, Daddy?” asked Peach, suddenly stiffening.
Isaac paused. “What noise?”
“It was, like… er…miaow?” She squeaked out the last sound, doing her best kitten impression.
Isaac gritted his teeth together. “Nothing,” he said. “You must be imagining it.”
He couldn’t let Peach think he was a softhearted fool. Couldn’t let her think the kitten would be staying here, either. The second he found a home for that thing, it was being shipped off immediately.
“I guess I must be,” said Peach. “You’re not the kind of man to have a pet, Daddy.”
“Damn straight,” Isaac growled. “Only pet around here isyou, my little kitten.”
With that, he carried Peach upstairs and placed her down on the cold bathroom tiles while he ran a hot bath for her. Hopefully, this would distract them both for a while. Blow-jobs and butt plugs were one thing, but full-blown intercourse definitely couldn’t happen between them. Not now, not ever.
