by Frost, E J
She tips her head up slightly in affirmation and I draw her mouth down my shaft again. Her throat is a furnace. Glorious, gripping heat. I sink all the way to the root and start the count. “One, sweetie-heart. Two, sweetie-heart.”
She coughs at fifteen, her throat squeezing, tears spilling, but she swallows in time to avoid gagging. Two more and I pull out so she can swallow and recover for moment.
“Excellent, my good girl. I’m so proud of you.”
She beams up at me through her tears. I stroke her chin, wiping off her spit, but leaving those lovely tear tracks that show exactly how hard she’s working to please me.
“One more time to twenty and then I’m going to fuck your mouth and you can gag whenever you need to.”
She nods eagerly. Such an angel. She licks my tip, drawing a groan out of me, before opening her mouth. I push firmly to the back of her throat. She’s more open now, even though her throat still grips and clutches deliciously as I go in. “One, angel baby. Two, angel baby.”
She makes it all the way to twenty, her throat squeezing me beautifully as she swallows to keep from gagging. Just as I’m about to call time, she pushes her head forward, pressing her nose into my skin. She wants to give me that little bit more. “Twenty-one, twenty-two, oh my perfect girl.” I ease her back. “Enough, enough. Don’t hurt your throat when there’s more to come. I’m so pleased with you, Emmy.”
Emotion shimmers in her eyes. She licks my tip as I draw my cock all the way out and give her a minute to breathe, stroking her head down onto my thigh. Her little hands steal up my hips. She wraps her arms around my waist and I give her a long moment of connection before moving on to the part that’s harder for her.
“Ready, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers so softly I can barely hear her over the squeals and choking noises coming from behind her.
“Hands behind your back, sweetheart. You can gag whenever you need to. Hum if you’re struggling.”
She moves straight into position. Immediate, unquestioning obedience. My heart swells so full it pushes all the air out of my lungs. I need this. I need her, just like this, every day for the rest of our lives.
When she opens her mouth, I fist her hair again, cup her cheek, and pump into her mouth. Tip to root, root to tip, warmth and wetness and wonderful, slick friction from her tongue and hard palate and throat. She gags while I’m pumping and I drive down to enjoy the squeeze and jerk, then pull back so she can get a breath before plunging all the way down and starting the count. “One, my fuck-baby. Two, my fuck-baby.”
She gags continually from twenty onward but gamely holds my eyes even while hers stream. Her hands stay clasped behind her back and she never once fights my hold on her hair. Unlike Pence, who is struggling against his bonds so hard the heavy wood creaks. I release Emily at twenty-eight and praise her loudly and lavishly, so that Pence can hear even over the noise he’s making.
While she gasps, I stroke her cheek with my thumb and hold her eyes until she sinks into my dominance. “Last time, my wonderful girl.”
She grins through her tears and opens her mouth, giving over all control to me.
I fuck her face. Hard thrusts that lift my ass from the chaise and power my cock all the way down her throat. She gags from the very first thrust, her body jerking in my hold, but she never breaks eye contact. Her tongue and throat work wildly over me. The wet chok-chok of her gagging mingles with the creaking of the pillory, Pence’s muffled squeals, Javier and Dana’s moans. Over the chorus of pain and pleasure, I hiss the count between my teeth. “One, little love. Two, little love.”
The rhythm overtakes me. I cup the back of her head and ram her throat like a piston as I reach the twenties. In and in and in. My balls draw up, despite the cock ring. “Fuck, baby girl,” I roar.
She curls forward, her neck arching, opening her throat even more, giving me that extra. My perfect angel. I reach thirty and start to draw back but she sucks hard, pinning my cock against her hard palate. She strains forward, pulling against my grip on her hair. I keep counting. “Thirty-one, little love. Proud of you. Thirty-two.”
At thirty-five, she squeezes her eyes closed and I immediately pull out, sliding my hands around to cup her face as she sags against my calves, coughing and gasping. “Emmy, my perfect girl. Daddy’s so proud of you. Catch your breath and come up here.” I pat the chaise. “You’ve earned the biggest good-girl fucking in the world.”
She grins through her tears and gasps.
While she recovers, I check the scene still going on in front of us. Javier has finished on Pence’s face and is now leaning on the pillory, gripping Pence’s hair, watching jism drip off the submissive’s nose and chin with an expression of savage satisfaction. I’ll have to ask Javier later what Pence did to get on his shit list.
At Pence’s other end, Dana’s moved on to the ice portion of tonight’s entertainment. She and Harry are discussing makes of ice dildo molds while they pull on gloves. Dana cheerfully snaps the latex against her wrist before she pats Pence’s ass. “Ready for the Big Chill, boy?”
Pence moans, then yelps as Harry pushes an ice-cube between his ass-cheeks.
Chuckling, I help Emily up onto the chaise. While she blinks at me adoringly, I clean off her face. Then I draw her in for a deep kiss. Her lips feel hot and puffy against mine. I rub my mouth across hers, enjoying the sensation as I position her under me. She loves having my full weight on her while she’s being fucked, and she’s earned exactly the kind of fucking she likes best.
She spreads her legs eagerly and wraps them around my hips as I settle onto her. I lift my mouth from hers long enough to smile down into her eyes. “Hi, sweetie,” I murmur, just to check in.
She blinks, bleary from lack of oxygen. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Love you, my baby. Would you do something for me? Would you ask permission for your first orgasm? All the rest are free, but I’d like you to ask me for the first one.”
She wiggles happily under me. “Yes, Daddy. Love you, too.”
I rub my nose along hers before finding her mouth again and running the tip of my tongue around the inside of her swollen lips. She shivers under me. I chuckle into her mouth as I reach down between us and guide my aching cock into her.
I love Emily’s mouth, but there’s nothing as good as sinking into her pussy. Snug and plush, gripping but yielding, in a way a mouth just isn’t. With a deep groan, I thrust all the way in, pushing my hips against hers so I bump her cervix. Emily mewls and tosses her head back and forth. I nip her chin, work under her jaw and along her neck with my teeth. “Yes, my girl.”
She arches her back, lifting her breasts against my chest. Can’t forget about those sweet, little tits. I prop myself on one elbow so I’m not crushing her and roll her nipple between my thumb and finger. She squeaks when I pinch hard and pull, all while thrusting deeply, then moans as the pain hits what she calls the “crossed wire” in her brain and transmutes to heat and need. Her pussy convulses on my cock. Exactly what I want to feel.
“That’s it, baby girl,” I growl to her, knowing the deep timbre of my voice will ramp her even higher. “Take the pain for me. Take Daddy’s cock deep. I know it hurts. Hurts so good, doesn’t it, my girl?”
She hisses and nods and thrashes under me, working against my thrusts to drive me even deeper. I spread my knees for better leverage and jackhammer her cervix. She keens and I feel her begin to go over the edge.
“Emmy,” I warn. If she ruins this scene with an unsanctioned orgasm, we’ll be ending the night with discipline, which is not where I want us to be.
“D-daddy, may I come for you?”
She almost never asks for permission that way. So perfectly submissive. “Yes, my girl. Come for Daddy.”
She goes rigid, her hips coming up off the chaise, even with my pounding weight on top of her. Her legs shake wildly, banging my hips and thighs. I relinquish her nipple to grab both wrists, pressing them to either side of her head,
and pin her upper body to the couch as I finish her off. She wails like a siren, so loud I have to turn my head away while I bury my chuckle of triumph in her hair.
I slow to gentle thrusts as she comes down from that peak of intense sensation. Her clit and nipples can get overstimulated after a hard orgasm. If I ease her down and give her a little breather, she can ramp back up in just a few minutes.
I kiss her and praise her while she lolls in the afterglow. Sharp yelps from Pence draw our attention and we both tilt our heads to see what fresh suffering he’s protesting.
Ah, Nico’s arrived. I was too caught up in Emily’s orgasm to notice.
Dana and Harry have wisely stepped back to give Nico room. Javier’s warming up Pence’s ass with a Lexan paddle, drawing a yip out of the pilloried submissive with every smack. I really need to find out what Pence did to piss Javier off. Meanwhile, Nico’s unpacking his whip. From what I can see, it looks like Pence is getting a taste of the devil’s tongue tonight. I don’t know if anyone’s told Nico why Pence is being punished, but the tool seems fitting.
Nico rolls his shoulders a few times before taking a practice swing at another pillory. The devil’s tongue doesn’t have the same singing crack of a single-tail. This is a lower, deeper, and somehow altogether eviler, pop.
I tip my head back down to Emily and lick her chin to get her attention. She focuses on me with a smile.
“Ever been fucked to the rhythm of a whipping?” I ask, grinding my hips in a languid circle to wake up her pussy and clit again.
“No, Daddy,” she whispers. “But I’d like to.”
I can see how much she’d like to from the way she’s gone kitten-eyed. I chuckle and give her a deep kiss, flicking my tongue against hers. She wriggles under me, and, although I know how much she loves my weight, I’m ready to come, and I want to do it while watching Pence squeal.
“Knees and chest, my very sweet girl. You can watch the whipping if it doesn’t strain your neck, but don’t forget who’s fucking you.”
“Never, Daddy,” she promises.
“That’s my good girl.” I push up off her and slowly withdraw.
My cock’s dark red and aching, like I’ve been jacking off for too long. There’s a perverse pleasure in the discomfort, but I’ve had my fill. I slide the cock ring off while Emily rolls over and positions herself in front of me. She pulls her knees up, gets her ass in the air, her chest pressed to the cushion, and her head turned to the side. She doesn’t twist to watch the whipping, and I praise her focus by smoothing my hands over her back and hips. Although her shoulder blades, ribs, and spine stand out under her skin, she has a little more padding on her hips and ass. Enough for me to roll and squeeze her flesh in my palms, leaving bright handprints on her peach skin. She squeaks and wriggles, waving her ass at me enticingly.
I give her an open-handed smack between the legs.
“Is that an invitation, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, breathily.
Oh, my good girl. I know how hard it is for her to invite anal sex. I rub my thumb down her crack and press against her dark-pink whirl. The lube I instructed her to put in earlier has all been absorbed, and there’s nothing to ease my entry as I push the tip of my thumb in. Emily shivers, goose bumps rippling across her back, but she doesn’t clench or protest. I work the tip of my thumb in and out while I find the lube that’s gotten lost in the tangle of towel, blanket, and pillow. Once I find it, to tease her, I drizzle the lube down her crack. Against her heated skin, the liquid will be a shock. I smile when that gets me a whimper and another hard shiver.
“Cold, huh, baby doll?” I drip some on my cock and grunt at the liquid’s cool kiss. “Let’s see if Daddy can’t warm you up.”
She nods, watching me with huge eyes. I give her plenty of time to relax, replacing my thumb with my cockhead and rubbing it around and around.
Emily gulps in a deep breath. As she lets it out, she pushes down the way I’ve taught her. Her hips tip up. Her body opens to me. Because she’s trying so hard, and because she’s earned only pleasure tonight, I’m gentle as I push in. The muscles of her back still flutter as my head breaches the first ring of muscle, but she holds her position, without arching her back, which she knows I don’t like. My good girl.
“That’s right. Such an angel for Daddy. Stay relaxed and let me in.”
A deep pop and high yelp cut over my words. I glance up and meet Nico’s dark gaze over Pence’s sweating, shaking back. Nico winks before unleashing the devil’s tongue again.
I look back at Emily. Her eyes immediately meet mine. She hasn’t lifted her head to watch the whipping. She’s still focused on me. I rub her sacrum to let her know how pleased I am with her. Instead of pushing forward, I take her hips in my hands and draw her back onto my shaft. She whimpers and shudders as I fill her. It’s still a stretch for her to take me in her ass, and I never want it to be otherwise. It means so much to me to watch her struggle. This is the essence of submission, and it makes my sadistic soul soar.
I reach down and brush her soft curls back from her face, holding her eyes and letting her connect with me while she adjusts.
“My perfect baby girl. I’ll go slowly to start.”
“Ta, Daddy,” she whispers.
“More lube, little love?”
“Please, Daddy.”
I drizzle more on both of us as I pull back, enjoying the hot squeeze. There’s a pop as my head slips free of her sphincter, but the scream that follows it isn’t Emily’s. Grinning at the sound of Pence’s pain, I take myself in hand and introduce my cock again, pushing through the ring of muscle and then drawing her back onto my shaft as I did before, until our thighs meet and my balls bump her cheeks. I flatten my hand on the small of her back to guide her. A slow withdrawal and a gentle surge inward. Her whimpers underscore my deep groans.
“Touch yourself, my good girl. I want to feel your fingers on my balls.”
Her warm fingertips immediately trip across my sac. I push deep and enjoy the flutter and clamp of her ass, the squeeze of her fingers. I give her hip a gentle slap. She grins, understanding it was just a love-tap to let her know how pleased I am with her. Her reddened mouth rounds into an O when I start to thrust harder, my groin slapping her soft ass. Her face tightens and her whimpers rise in pitch. I know I’m going a little faster and deeper than is comfortable. I also know she comes nearly out of her own skin if she feels I’m using her for my pleasure.
“That’s it. That’s my angel. Give yourself to me.”
She makes a tiny, breathy cry, her fingers working wetly over her own flesh and my balls. Her ass jerks, muscles squeezing so hard a grunt’s forced out of me. I grab her hips and pound her ass as her cries escalate to wails.
“Come, Emmy. Come for Daddy,” I grit out.
She shakes all over. I slap her ass hard to rocket her over the edge and she screams. Her hands slap across the lounger, seeking a hold. I press down on her sacrum to hold her steady and keep up the ecstatic pounding of her spasming ass.
“Daddy!”
“Yes,” I hiss between clenched teeth, straining not to come and end it too soon. “Take it, my good girl. Take it.”
I give her everything, grabbing one shoulder to drag her back onto me over and over, snapping my hips to slam my cock into her soft heat mercilessly, flattening her to the couch under my weight.
“Again, Emily. Come for Daddy.”
She shakes her head, scraping her cheek against the cushion, but she does it, my angel, who lives to please me. She howls as she goes off, her body bucking with the strength of her release. I pin her with my weight and ram deep. My own dam bursts with a roar that fills my ears. Every ounce of tension floods out of me in a dozen, mind-expanding pulses. Billowing, blissful release.
I shift to my side, so I’m not crushing her. She squeaks, probably because my semi-hard dick is still buried in her ass. But she doesn’t squirm or struggle. She submits, my perfect girl.
When
I can finally speak again, I murmur to her, “Stay still, my sweet baby. I’m going to come out of you and clean up a bit. Then you’re going to relax while Daddy gives you more orgasms for being a little love.”
She turns her little face up onto her shoulder until she can beam up at me. “Ta very much, Daddy.”
I stroke her all over as I ease out of her. Tracing her sweet shape with my palms and fingers. I find some knots of tension in her neck, shoulders, and upper back and work them with my thumb as I wipe us both up with baby wipes from my toy bag. This is where Emily carries tension, but I didn’t expect to find any after several orgasms.
I lift my head to glare at the source of Emily’s tension.
Pence’s mouth is back in service, this time to Harry, while Nico continues to ply the devil’s tongue against the backs of Pence’s thighs. Pence’s feet shuffle with each hit, but don’t dance the way I’d expect. Unless Nico is holding back, but nothing about the devil’s tongue’s deep song suggests he is. While I reposition the towel, pillow, and blanket, and Emily among them, I keep an eye on Pence.
My little girl, ever attuned to me, follows my line of sight and asks softly, “Is everything okay, Daddy?”
“Mm-hmm. Would you like some water or a juice box before the next round, sweetheart?”
“Juice box,” she says, but her voice sounds uncertain and a small line scores the skin between her brows.
I fish a box of her organic apple juice out of my toy bag, puncture the top with the straw, and hold it for her to sip. “Everything’s fine, Emmy. Pence isn’t being harmed. We’re all watching him.”
She nods.
“I’m going to call a break in a bit, to let Pence recover. Would you like a good-girl spanking while Pence is having a break?”
Her face relaxes. “Could it be a good-girl spanking on my front?”
“You love your pussy spankings, don’t you?” I tap the tip of her nose. “Yes, you can have a good-girl pussy spanking.”
She wriggles and pushes her little breasts together between her arms. “And maybe here?”
I lean down and give each of her soft mounds a kiss. “A good-girl titty slapping? Is that what you’re asking Daddy for?”