5. Courtney #3
“Curl your fingers when they’re in deep, feeling the wall at the front. As you crook them, you should feel it,” he tells me, his grip on my neck easing.
I listen to his instructions, and it doesn’t work the first couple of times, but as I go deeper on the third thrust, I feel the pleasurable spark rushing through me, my mouth falling open into a whimper.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
I rock my hips against my hand, finding that helps get me deep enough to locate that fucking incredible spot each time. As pleasure flutters through me, my lower abdomen starts to tighten, and I can feel myself getting wetter than I ever thought was possible.
“How does that feel, Little Lamb?”
“So good. Thank you, Daddy.” The word slips out again with ease, and I see the way Maximus’ eyes turn hungry when he hears it, making me want to keep calling him it.
My fingers are thrusting in and out faster now, sliding in with ease, though my walls still feel incredibly tight, and I rock my hips against my hand, creating the most incredible sensations. With my thumb rubbing over my clit, it doesn’t take long for everything to feel overwhelming.
I can feel myself getting lost in the pleasure as I whimper and moan, crying out occasionally when the feelings spike through me.
I’ve given myself an orgasm before, but it was nothing like this.
If that was more like a candle fizzling out, this is like a bonfire night fireworks display, setting my entire world alight.
“Are you close to coming?” Maximus asks, his gaze flicking between my fingers and my eyes.
I nod, my eyes fluttering closed as my mouth falls open on a moan. “Yes, I’m so close.”
“Look at me,” he snaps, the authoritative edge forcing me to open my eyes wide and meet his gaze. “You are not allowed to come without my permission.”
My eyes widen almost comically as flush spreads across my cheeks. “I don’t know if I can stop it,” I tell him.
His smirk grows as he wags his brow at me in challenge. “Well, you better beg for my permission, then. If you come before I say you can, I will punish you.”
My brain is whirling with all the overwhelming sensations, and I’m not fully able to take in the implications of what he’s saying.
I can’t even begin to think what a punishment might involve.
Instead, I focus on the first part of his statement, knowing I’m going to need him to give me permission—quickly.
“Please, Daddy. Oh, fuck. I’m so close. I-I can’t… I need to… Please, can I come?” Each word gets more breathy and desperate, punctuated by soft moans or loud whimpers of pleasure as I try to keep my gaze locked with his.
I watch as his eyes darken further, making them seem almost black, while he runs his tongue over his lower lip. His gaze rakes over my body, taking in the way I’m almost losing myself to the overwhelming sensations.
I’m pressing my fingers in and out at a frantic speed, making sure to go as deep as I can, while my thumb rubs over my swollen clit.
Despite the fear that I might not be able to even slow down the building orgasm, I continue with the same speed, not wanting to lose the fucking amazing feeling that’s building within me.
“Such a dirty girl. Look at you with your fingers buried in your cunt, begging Daddy to let you come. Have you been a good girl? Do you deserve to come?” His voice is breathy and desperate too, giving away just how affected he is by all of this.
“I’ve been a good girl, Daddy. Please. I’ll do anything. It feels so good. I’ve never felt—fuck—anything like this,” I confess, my hips rocking frantically against my hand.
Maximus’ hand around my neck tightens again, making me gasp. “Such a dirty girl. Pretend it’s my fingers that are buried deep in your cunt, then you can come. Come all over Daddy’s fingers.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I cry out, not bothering to tell him I’ve been pretending they’re his fingers the whole time. I’ve been imagining it’s his touch that found my sweet spot, and that he had no trouble learning how I like my clit being rubbed.
As soon as I hear him give me permission, it’s like a dam breaks, and my orgasm floods through me. All of my nerve endings that have been prickling like livewires explode, setting my whole body on fire. I tremble as my release shudders through me, tightening my muscles as it hits.
My pussy walls clamp down around my fingers, forcing me to hold still as they flutter and I become impossibly wetter. I cry out, the word Daddy echoing around the room as I gasp and moan, lost to the most overwhelming yet fucking amazing feelings.
As my muscles relax, and I can finally pull in some much needed air, the trembling subsides. When I can finally move my fingers again, I slide them out slowly, wincing at the sting I feel in my pussy, followed by a strange, empty feeling.
Before I even know what’s happening, Maximus removes the hand that’s wrapped around my neck and grabs my wrist. He holds it between us, his gaze locked on the way my fingers are glistening in the light, thanks to the juices soaking them.
His hungry gaze flicks between my fingers and my face, and I can’t help but lower my eyes in embarrassment.
Now that I’ve had my release, the whole situation seems to catch up with me, and it’s just hitting me that I let this man watch as I fingered myself to the best orgasm I’ve ever had. The proof is glistening between us.
His deep voice pulls my attention back to him, just in time for me to see his smirk turn into a genuine smile. “That was fucking beautiful, Courtney. You were such a good girl for Daddy.”
As soon as the final word leaves his lips, he pulls my fingers into his mouth. I feel his tongue slide over the underside of my finger, before he pulls them inside, wrapping his lips around them as he sucks them clean.
My eyes roll as my pussy flutters, and I’m surprised by how much of a turn on it is having someone lick my fingers clean. Maximus seems lost in his task, letting out soft moans around my fingers, whilst making sure not to take his eyes off me.
When he pulls my hand back, the tips of my fingers falling out of his mouth with a pop, he stares at me with a hungry gaze that makes me shiver. Then suddenly, he shakes his head, his face wrinkling like he might be in pain.
“I shouldn’t have fucking done that,” he growls, startling me.
Rejection and humiliation hits me hard, flushing through my veins like ice, sobering me to the embarrassing situation I find myself in. I pull my hand from his grasp, not able to bear his touch now that I know he regrets what we just did.
Maximus’ eyes narrow in confusion, no doubt trying to work out why I just pulled away from him. I guess he’s so used to treating his whores like shit, and them being fine with it, he can’t even begin to comprehend why I might be embarrassed.
I see the moment it dawns on him, as his eyes widen almost comically, before they take on a dangerous edge.
“I didn’t say that because I regret what just happened, Courtney.
I meant that I shouldn’t have tasted you, because now that I have, now that I know what a sweet little slut you can be for me, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go. ”
My mouth falls open in shock, and I screw my eyes closed, trying to ease my aching head as I make sense of the whole situation. When I hear the sound of water splashing, I open them again to find Maximus climbing out of the pool.
He makes his way over to where his towel is waiting and wraps it around his body. It’s impossible not to notice his erection straining against his swimming shorts, tenting them.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper, feeling more fucking confused than ever.
If he’s as turned on as he looks, and he doesn’t regret what happened between us, why is he walking away?
Even though my voice was barely audible, I know he heard me because he smiles at me. “I warned you to stay away from me, but you didn’t listen. Now you’re mine, Little Lamb. You’re going to be Daddy’s little slut, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
With a devilish wink, he turns and exits the pool room, leaving me sitting on the edge, half naked. Whilst his actions might be confusing as hell, I can’t deny this is the most satisfied I’ve ever been. I’ve never felt pleasure like it.
When he threw the word Daddy into the mix, I wasn’t sure what to think at first. I never imagined calling anyone Daddy in a sexual way, let alone enjoying it, but I did. It felt natural, and my body reacted in a way I didn’t expect, as did Maximus’.
When he whispers his dirty words at me, turning me into his personal slut, all I can think about is wanting to make him happy. I’ll do anything he asks of me, as long as we both enjoy it. And given how wet I was, it’s safe to say I quite enjoy being Daddy’s dirty whore.