Page 62 of Finding Little Fiera

“Daddy!” she screamed. “Daddy, please. Please. I feel like I’m going to… like I need to... Daddy!” Everything inside her hummed with anticipation. Her pussy ached.

“We’re having a lesson on remembering things and controlling our impulses, naughty girl. You will be still, or I will keep you here all night. And your sweet little kitty may not come until Daddy says it can. Do you understand me?”

He was going to kill her. But God! What a way to go. She’d never felt so alive. Thinking was fast becoming impossible. Her brain was turning to mush. Still, she gave him the words he wanted. “Yes, Daddy. I-I understand. I’ll do my best to be still. And… and the other thing you said, too.”

“I want to hear you say it, babygirl. I want to hear you say that you will not come until Daddy gives you permission.”

She couldn’t say that. She’d never said anything like that in her life. One look at the resolve in his eyes had her changing her mind. With determination, she said, “I won’t c-come until… until Daddy says I can.”

Gah! She wanted to sink beneath the water and hide. But a bigger part of her swelled with pride at the look of approval on her Daddy’s face. Besides, if she moved, she’d lose the fizzie still going strong between her legs. Her breath hitched, andshe gripped the edge of the tub, fighting the urge to chase the sensation.

He teased and tortured her with the poof for what felt like forever. He kept her on the edge of her release, again and again. Finally, he asked, “Do you think you understand what Daddy means by controlling your impulses now?”

“Yes, Daddy. I understand. I won’t ever be impulsive again, not ever in my whole life.”

“That’s my good girl. Now let Daddy take care of that needy kitty.”

With that, he lifted her from the water and carried her to his bed.

He turned and guided her back onto the mattress. Her world narrowed to the heat of his hands and the steady certainty of his touch. The bed dipped as he followed her down. He lowered himself, broad shoulders framing her hips as he settled between her thighs. His thumbs were rough and sure as they parted the lips of her pussy.

And then he set about doing exactly what he said he would. He didn’t ask. He didn’t hesitate. He claimed her needy kitty.

Her breath stuttered as he leaned in, his grip tightening just enough to keep her exactly where he wanted her.

The first slow sweep of his tongue stole the air from her lungs. She cried out, the sound breaking free before she could swallow it back. Her fingers twisted in the bedspread as her back arched, and sensation after sensation flooded her sex.

She was already slick for him. How was that even possible? It was as if her body had a mind of its own, stealing every ounce of control she had. Wet didn’t begin to cover it. Need didn’t even come close.

A hunger she had never known burned inside her. It left her raw and aching. She trembled as he held her there, taking his time. It was as if he had nowhere else to be but right wherehe was, doing just what he was doing. Driving her insane with pleasure.

It really was teaching time, only now he was teaching her exactly how much she wanted him.

All of him. She wanted all of him.

Any lingering restraint was gone, as if it had never existed. Only then did she understand how much he’d held back before when they’d kissed. He’d been careful with her.

Now he took what he wanted. He tasted her with a hunger that made her toes curl against the sheets. There was no hesitation. No slow coaxing. No going slow and careful, no testing limits.

He devoured her. He teased her, withdrawing just long enough to make her whimper before returning with a stroke of his tongue that had her hips lifting helplessly toward him.

“Daddy…” The word broke from her, needy and breathless.

He didn’t soften or pause. If anything, he deepened his glorious assault. Holding her exactly where he wanted her, he pushed her higher and higher. Sensation after sensation stacked fast and fierce until she couldn’t tell where her pleasure ended and his began.

She was so close. Steadying herself against the rush of feelings, she tried to brace, but he was having none of it. He drove her straight to the edge and over it.

The release hit hard and sudden, ripping a cry from her throat as her back arched. The climax tore through her in wave after wave. She trembled beneath him, shattered and sated yet still wanting more. How was that possible?

Every nerve in her body was alive and firing. He’d taken exactly what he wanted—what they’d both wanted—and given her even more in return.

When she returned to this plane of existence, he stood and gently slid her onto the pillows. Lying beside her, he pressedgentle kisses to her face and neck. She saw swirls of gray in the blackness of his eyes.

Exhaustion swallowed her, but she knew they weren’t done. She couldn’t be selfish, not after he’d just given her the best orgasm in the history of mankind.

“You need to get some sleep, babygirl,” he said.

Her heart skipped a beat. Had she done something wrong? She needed to make him feel as wonderful as he’d made her feel. She didn't have that much experience, but she did know that one good turn deserved another. The last thing she wanted to be after what he'd just done for her was selfish. “But what about you?” she asked.