I’m whimpering before she even touches me, partially from the anticipation and partially from the wand vibrator I’m holding against my clit. She likes to make me hold it on myself while she fucks me, or while I suck her cock, or while she spanks me, or… because she knows it’ll heighten the sensation of whatever she decides to do to me. I use it on her too, it’s how we both get off best. But I might not be getting off tonight. I’ve been bratty all week leading up to seeing her and I can tell she’s in a particularly vengeful mood.
I’m on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed and I can feel her hands running over my ass, then they leave and I have a split second to prepare myself for what’s coming before they come down, hard. I yelp and my body jumps. “Relax, babyboi,” she tells me, one hand running over my hip and ass, and I nod, breathing out deeply. Her hands come down again and my body jerks again, but not as violently, and I moan instead of yelping, surrendering to the impact. “Good boi,” she says, and I can hear the satisfaction in her voice. “Are you gonna be a good boi and let daddy fuck this ass?”
I whimper and press my ass back against her in answer. But it’s not answer enough—before I know what’s happening she’s reached around from behind and her hand is around my neck. “I said, are you going to let me fuck this ass?”
“Yes daddy,” I say breathlessly.
“Good boi,” she says, but she doesn’t let go. She keeps one hand around my throat and slides the other over my chest to pull at my nipples.
“Oh—daddy—!” The touch on my chest combined with the vibrations on my clit is too much and my whole body bucks.
“You can’t be close already, babyboi?” she says, still pinching one nipple between her fingers. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
She chuckles and her hands leave my throat. I can hear her unwrapping a condom, and I wait trembling while she puts it on, the occasional moan escaping me. I hear the bottle of lube open and close and then she’s back, one hand on my back and the other guiding her cock against my asshole.
“You know the rules,” she says. “Ask first.” I do know. I’ve cum without permission before and she’s made sure I know not to.
She pushes against my asshole. “Relax,” she tells me again, but it’s hard to relax with the wand vibrating against me, especially because I know relaxing into the feeling will bring me that much closer to cumming and I can’t ask yet, she hasn’t even fucked me yet, I know I can hold out longer than this. I breathe deeply and she pushes into me and I moan, deep and loud. I can’t help myself when she fucks me like this, I have to let it out, this cross between a yell and a moan and a grunt, deep in the back of my throat. She thrusts gently and I moan with each one, and she laughs and throws a pillow over my head. I grab it and bury my face in it and bite it but I don’t think it does much, I’m just getting louder as she fucks into me harder and faster.
She holds my hips and pushes them down, she knows just where to position me so she’s hitting inside me at just the right angle, and thrusts hard and slow, pulling out almost all the way and then slamming into me. I yell with every thrust and I hear her grunting, then her voice, “Aw, does the little slut like getting their ass filled?” I can’t even formulate words to respond, just moaning out “daddy” with every thrust. “Oh—daddy—daddy—fuck—oh—”
Then suddenly she’s grabbing my hips and pounding into me, hard and fast, I can feel her sliding in and out of me and the wand against me and oh—“Daddy—daddy please can I cum! Oh!”
“Already?” she says, and I can hear the smirk in her voice.
I can’t even feel shame at asking so soon, just “Daddy please! Daddy—daddy—”
I moan again, this one more a whine. I’m so close and she’s still fucking me hard and fast and I try to relax but I can feel it building more and more, “daddy please, fuck daddy please can I cum—”
“I said no,” she says. “I thought you wanted to be a good boi.”
“Then you better not cum until I say.”
“No, daddy!” My voice is almost a wail.
Almost immediately her hand is around my throat again. “What did you just say, boi?” She shoves into me so hard it’s almost painful, and stays there while she waits for me to respond.
She thrusts again. “Did I just hear you say no to me?”
“No daddy—I’m sorry I didn’t mean it—fuck—” as she thrusts another time, cutting me off.
“I think—” another thrust—“since you think you get to tell daddy what to do”—and another, and I’m whimpering no daddy, I don’t think that, I’m sorry—“that you shouldn’t get to cum at all tonight”—another hard thrust—“is that fair?”
“Because you told me—you wanted to be a good boi—but now—you’re telling daddy—what to do,” she says, still punctuating her words with sharp thrusts. “That sounds—like a boi who needs—to be taught a lesson—doesn’t it?”
I’m whimpering into the pillow, I know better than to argue when she’s using that tone of voice, all I can do is whine unintelligibly—and then suddenly she’s fucking me hard and fast again, and I cry out and bite the pillow again. I’m so close but I know I can’t cum, I take deep breaths, trying to will the feeling building behind my clit to dissipate. It works for about three breaths and then it’s back, I can feel it building, I know I’m about to go over the edge if I don’t do something. I want to cum, but I want to be her good boi, want it desperately.
“Daddy—can I take the vibe off?”
She keeps fucking me—if anything she fucks me harder—“No.”
“Daddy, please—please—” It’s killing me that I’m begging to take the vibe off— “Daddy I need to—I’m gonna—daddy if I don’t take the vibe off i’m gonna cum—”
“You better not take that vibe off and you better not fucking cum,” she growls, and holds me down and pounds into me. I feel a wave of heat rush over me at her words, because I know I can’t do both—at this point it’s just a matter of which rule I’m going to break, because I can’t hold it off any longer, not with the wand pressed hard against my clit and her sliding in and out of me, filling me, driving me crazy—I’m trying so hard not to—
“No—oh fuck—oh no—” and I feel the heat rush through me as I tip over the edge, and I’m yelling into the pillow and pushing my ass back against her to take her cock deeper and deeper, shaking and shuddering as she fucks me through it like she doesn’t know she’s forcing me to do exactly what she didn’t want me to do—I lose track of everything a little bit, all I know is her cock in me, filling me—finally my moans slow and so do her thrusts and she gently pulls out of me, and I roll over, my hand flopping to the side with the vibe still going. I’m half out of it but the second I see her face the adrenaline rushes back and I remember what I did—she’s looking at me with her eyebrows raised, a look of “did you just do what I think you did?” She doesn’t need to say a word for my eyes to widen with fear and shame. I blush and stammer out an apology, but I know it’s useless from the look on her face, like she can’t quite believe I really did that, but oh is she going to enjoy making me regret it.