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“My Wright.” Yes, my mate. “Love you.”
This time he made a happy, proud sound and the tip of one tentacle caressed over my hole. “Love promises are beautiful, my Dane, and will always be reciprocated.”
He loved me too.
Waves of sparkly pleasure swept through me, earning a pleasure-filled moan from Daddy. “My submissive mate. Your happiness is beautiful as well.”
He was so sweet.
But he was so wonderfully naughty too.
Somehow my reward for being beautiful was for him to press a thick tentacle against the tight ring of muscles he’d been teasing. “Ride your mate, my Dane. Take your pleasure in dominant submission.”
Ride.
Yes.
Pretend to top?
I told myself I’d figure out the rest later as he gave me just enough leeway to rock back and forth on my own. With my hands braced against his torso, I rocked slowly, sinking lower on the tentacle he was using almost like a dick.
When he hit just the right spot and sent sparks through me, I rocked faster and clenched down around him. “Daddy…”
Words scattered again as I tried to slam down on his thick new toy, but he stopped me and gave me another spank as he kept me still. “You may not hurt yourself in your quest for an orgasm, my Dane.”
Daddy was obviously the only one who got to hurt me because he spanked me again, sending waves of painful pleasure through me. “The push for aggressive submission seems to affect judgment.”
Maybe.
Daddy fixed that, though.
Trapping me tighter, he kept rocking me back and forth, but it was just the illusion of riding him that time. Somehow that made it even better, though. Daddy was controlling his naughty little, but it made the naughty little feel very wicked.
“Yes, good boy.” Letting Daddy set the pace for how I rode his now cock-like tentacle earned me an enthusiastic smile and a flick to my dick.
The fantastically mixed signals sent crazy sensations firing through me and did wonderfully fucked-up things to my emotions too. My body couldn’t decide if it was turned on or embarrassed, but it seemed like it would approve of either one.
Even my little side loved that it felt like we were on a big rocking horse…just one with a dick and a mind of its own.
Whatever combination Daddy felt radiating from me got his approval because he chuckled and patted my head again. “Good boy. Your happy pleasure is delightful.”
That did not help me get the embarrassed side of things under control.
But Daddy knew that wasn’t a problem and gave me another big smile. “Embarrassed arousal is the sweetest scent on a human submissive. Good boy, my Dane. You are making your Daddy very happy.”
God.
He was going to make me come saying things like that.
When all I could do was groan in more sweet-smelling humiliation, Daddy made another happy sound. “Yes, good boy.”
That phrase coming out so sweetly when we were doing such wonderfully dirty things would never get old.
And neither was the way he spanked me so good.
As another wave of pleasure washed over me from the mix of praise and teasing, I relaxed into his hold and stopped trying to even pretend to be in control. Daddy rewarded my submission with another slap to my dick and made the cock in my ass even thicker and longer.
“I…Daddy…” I lost whatever I’d been going to say as it started to pulse faster against my prostate.
“You find pleasure in many types of rocking, my mate. I will remember that fact.” The way his limbs were petting over me said he really liked the new game. “It satisfies you on many levels.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I didn’t even try to figure it out.
“Please, Daddy.” Begging was a much better use of my limited brain power and earned me another flick to the head of my dick before he started fucking my slit like he was a live sounding rod.
Best Daddy ever.
Tentacles were magic.
Creative Doms were incredible.
Yes.
My rocking horse moved me faster as his cock thickened again and suddenly it seemed like the sound had reached completely through me. It was the weirdest most fabulous version of double penetration ever and as he slipped the tentacle out of my slit, he pulled my orgasm out with him.
It was almost like a ribbon of sensation that exploded as it hit the air and it was so close to the lightning pleasure it was almost painful.
And perfect.
And utterly overwhelming.
Daddy kept up the barrage of sensations, some wonderful and some wonderfully painful, and pushed my orgasm to keep going higher and longer until I was a limp ragdoll, still riding the dirtiest rocking horse ever.
When he finally let it come to an end, aftershocks fired through me as the rocking stopped and his limbs slowly stroked over me. There wasn’t a bone in my body or enough working brain cells to use words, so I played the happy thought game as I managed to rub my cheek against a tentacle.
