Chapter 23 #2
She was diligent about it, obedient and earnest, but I could see she was more focused on pleasing me than on her own pleasure. Her mouth never stopped, her eyes never left mine, and her hand moved mechanically rather than with real intent.
“Slide one finger inside yourself," I instructed, watching her carefully. "Just one. Nice and slow."
Her entire body tense, a moment of reluctance, but she listened. Her face scrunched slightly, and displeasure flashed across her features. She kept her finger there for maybe five seconds before she pulled off my cock.
"I don't like it," she declared. "It's slimy on my own fingers and doesn't feel good. It just feels... wrong. Like I'm filling myself when you could do it. When you should do it."
I laughed, genuine and delighted, because of course she was already this spoiled for my touch. My darling already couldn't stand doing for herself what I could do better. My newly spoiled girl, who didn't even realize how perfect that was.
"Oh, my darling girl," I chuckled, pulling her up from the floor and back onto my lap. "You're absolutely right. Why should you have to do it yourself when daddy's right here?"
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, pulling them down and off completely, then spreading her legs wide across my lap.
One leg went over each of my thighs, leaving her exposed and open. "Let's fix this for my spoiled little thing, hmm?"
"I'm not spoiled," she protested, but her body was already relaxing into my hold, already trusting me to take over.
"You are," I countered, reaching for the lube and coating one finger generously. "Completely spoiled by me. You can't even touch yourself without wanting my hands instead, and I love it.”
I brought my lubed finger to her entrance, circling it to let her adjust to the sensation, then pushed in. I watched for every tell that let me know what she was feeling without needing to ask.
She tensed slightly, her breath catching, but not in pain, just awareness of the intrusion, of the fullness. I could read it all clearly and knew she was okay.
I worked my finger in and out, letting her body learn the rhythm, learn that this could be safe. Her hands gripped my shoulders, and I used my free hand to stroke her back in soothing patterns while I continued the gentle penetration.
After a few minutes, I added more lube and pressed a second finger against her entrance. The stretch made her gasp, and I felt the resistance before she relaxed, trusting me to know what I was doing.
I thrusted both fingers, scissoring them gently to stretch her, and her body gradually accepted the intrusion. She was bearing with it—not loving it yet, not seeking it, but tolerating it because she trusted me.
I got lost in it for a moment, in the tight heat around my fingers, in her whimpers against me, my pace increasing before I could catch myself and slow back down. She'd handled it without complaint, my brave girl who was learning to trust her body again.
When I was satisfied I’d stretched her enough, I curled my fingers up, pressing against that spot inside her that would make everything feel different.
She moaned, sweet and surprised, her whole body jerking in my lap, and I kissed her with satisfaction. "There’s the reaction I wanted."
I pulled my fingers out and brought them to her lips. "Clean them for daddy.”
She shook her head immediately, her nose wrinkling. "No thanks. I don't want to taste myself."
I laughed, delighted by her growing list of preferences, by how quickly she was learning what she liked and didn't like without fear of consequences. "Truly spoiled now, aren't you?"
I squeezed her lightly, affectionately, then brought my fingers to my own mouth instead. I licked them clean, exaggerating my enjoyment just to mess with her. "Mmm. Delicious. You taste so good, darling. Such a shame you won't try."
She elbowed me lightly, her cheeks flushing. "You're impossible."
"I'm your daddy,” I corrected, grinning at her. "And you love me.”
I reached for the dildo, attached the suction cup base to the bottom with a satisfying click, and coated the entire toy with lube. "Now let's see how you handle this."
I tilted her face up to mine and kissed her deeply, my tongue sliding against hers and keeping her utterly distracted. While she was lost, I pressed the toy against her pussy and began to slide it inside.
She tensed, her fingers tightening on my arm, but I kept kissing her, kept my tongue occupying her mouth, keeping her in the sensation of me while her body adjusted to being filled.
The toy slid in inch by inch, and I monitored every expression while kissing her. She was taking it—uncomfortable but not in pain, stretched but not hurting. My darling girl handled everything I gave her.
When it was fully seated inside, I pulled back from the kiss and looked at her face. "How does that feel?"
"Full," she breathed, her eyes wide. "Really full. But not bad?"
"Good." I pumped the toy gently, just a few slow thrusts to let her feel the movement, and her face transformed. Her mouth fell open, a soft moan escaping, and discomfort began to melt into something else.
"Oh," she moaned. “When you do it, it feels so good."
"Because daddy knows how to move it.” I pumped it a few more times to admire her reactions. “He knows the angle, the pace, the depth. Your body trusts him to make it feel good."
She nodded frantically, chasing the sensation, and I smiled with satisfaction before withdrawing the toy, earning a protesting whine from Marie.
I lowered her from my lap to the floor, guiding her to kneel on the soft carpet.
The suction cup base stuck perfectly to the hardwood floor beside the rug, the toy standing upright and ready. Marie looked at it, then at me, confusion and arousal mixing in her expression.
"Suck daddy's cock," I instructed, settling back comfortably. "And while you do, I want you to raise your hips and sink down onto that toy. Nice and slow. You can do it, darling."
Her eyes went wide. "At the same time?"
"At the same time," I confirmed, stroking her face. "Your mouth on me, your little pussy learning to ride that toy. Multi-tasking for daddy."
My darling nodded with determination. She leaned forward and took my cock back into her mouth with that eager obedience I loved, and I groaned at the familiar wet heat enveloping me.
"Good girl. Now lift your hips."
She positioned herself over the toy, slowly sinking down onto it while her mouth stayed on me. The concentration on her face was beautiful—she was trying to coordinate both movements, trying to take me deep while also taking the toy deeper.
"That's perfect," I praised, my hand finding her hair to stroke encouragingly. "Just like that. Up and down, nice and slow. Let your body learn the rhythm."
She started moving hesitantly at first, then more confidently as she found the pattern. Up and down on the toy, grinding gently, her mouth matching the rhythm on my cock.
"Fuck, Marie," I groaned, watching her work. "You look so perfect taking that toy while you suck me. Such a good girl for daddy."
She moaned around my cock, the vibration making me shiver, and she started to chase the sensation from the toy, moving faster, sinking deeper to enjoy the fullness.
"That's it," I encouraged, my grip tightening slightly in her hair. "Ride it, darling. Show daddy how well you can take it."
And she did—my spoiled, eager girl learned exactly how good her body could feel when she trusted me to guide her.
I watched her work up and down on the toy, her mouth never leaving my cock, and the coordination was beautiful. She was learning how to move her body to bring pleasure instead of pain.
Her hips rolled with increasing confidence, sinking deeper onto the toy with each movement.
“It feels so good, yeah?” My hand stroked through her hair encouragingly. “So deep inside of your pussy, it feels so dirty having two things inside you, doesn’t it?”
She agreed around my cock, making me groan. Her body was learning, adapting, understanding that this could feel good when she controlled it.
But after several minutes, Marie's rhythm faltered before she probably realized it herself. Her thighs were trembling from exhaustion, and the movements that had been confident were becoming shaky and uncertain.
My poor darling. She'd spent hours in the ocean today, playing with her father and Honey, and her body wasn't back to full strength yet. Captivity had taken its toll on her endurance, and even with a week of proper nutrition and rest, she wasn't ready for this level of exertion.
"Oh, darling," I cooed, my voice going soft with understanding. I reached for her arms, pulling her up until she was back on my lap, where she belonged. The toy slid out of her as she rose, and the wetness from her and the lube decorated my pants where she settled.
"I'm getting you all sticky," she said breathlessly.
"I don't care," I murmured, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her secure while my other hand moved between her legs. "These pants are going in the laundry anyway. I'd much rather have you comfortable than worried about being clean."
I found her clit, swollen and sensitive from everything we'd been doing, and began circling it with the pressure she responded to best. She whined immediately, a sound of pure need, and her legs spread wider to give me better access.
“Pretty,” I breathed against her ear. “It’s daddy’s turn to take care of you. You did so well riding that toy while sucking me. I'm so proud of you.”
Marie was whimpering and making soft moans she couldn't suppress. She was usually so quiet during intimacy, so careful with sound, but tonight something had loosened in her, and I loved hearing every sound she made.
"You're being more vocal than usual," I observed, my fingers never stopping. "I like hearing those pretty sounds you make."
She whimpered in response, arching into my touch, and it meant progress. Every day, she was becoming more comfortable expressing pleasure, more willing to let me hear what I was doing to her.
"How do you feel about daddy being inside you?" I asked lightly, keeping my fingers working her clit. I didn’t make it heavy or serious, just gauged where her head was at. "Not today. I just want to know what you're thinking."
Her body tensed against me, but not in the way I expected. Not in fear or hesitation, but in decision.
“I want it.” Her voice was steady and clear. "I want you inside me, daddy."
My fingers stuttered slightly—the only outward sign of my surprise. "Darling, I wasn't asking for tonight. I was just—"
"Now," she interrupted, and the demand in her voice nearly stopped my heart. "I want it now. Please, I’m ready."
I stared at her, my fingers still on her clit, replaying what she'd just said. This wasn't me pushing, wasn't me suggesting. This was her, my Marie, deciding for herself that she was ready. Right now. Tonight.
"Marie." I needed to be sure. Needed to know she understood what she was asking for. "Are you certain?”
"I'm certain." She looked directly into my eyes, no hesitation visible. "I trust you, I want you, and I don't want to wait anymore."
Fuck. My cock was so painfully hard. Hearing her demand to be fucked so sweetly was testing every ounce of control I had.
I searched her face one more time, looking for any crack in her certainty, any sign of doubt. But all I saw was want, trust, and absolute conviction. She'd made her choice, and she was choosing me. Choosing this.
"Okay, darling," I rasped. "Okay. Let's make you mine.”
Marie shocked me by choosing tonight, by deciding she was ready without having to wait. My brave girl knew her own mind and wasn't afraid to ask for what she wanted.