Chapter 6
six
DAISY
The sunlight breaks through the sheer white curtains that have decorated my bedroom for years, hitting my face. A groan pours from my lips at the harsh light as the sensation of a tongue on my skin registers in the back of my brain.
No, I realize instantly. Not my skin.
My pussy.
Peeking one eye open, the sight before me captivates me entirely.
Lenny is lying on her stomach—tits pressed into the mattress, completely naked—with one hand forcing my leg open and her other hand inside of me, all while her tongue is lapping at my core.
Her eyes are closed as if she’s savoring her last meal, and I can’t help but moan.
Her eyes snap open and land on my face, ocean depths swirling with lust, and it forces me to rake a hand through her straight hair. I rasp out the question, “Hungry?”
She doesn’t hesitate. She swipes her tongue down my center, groaning. “Starving.”
My stomach clenches in need as my mind starts to catch up. I toss my head back as one of her hands comes up to rub circles on my clit, her mouth blowing air on it next.
I moan. “Oh… my god.”
She’s eating me out of her own accord.
Holy shit.
A bite on my thigh forces me to hiss, and I look back down at her. “What was that for?”
Lenny smirks up at me. “Because I can hear you thinking too much, and that’s not nice when I’m about to make you come on my tongue.”
I stare at her for a few seconds, debating my options. Option A, I let her top me again and enjoy everything. Option B, I flip us over and ruin her before we start our day of playing house. Or Option C, I top her from the bottom and make us both come.
Ding, ding, ding, Option C.
With my hands still in her hair, I pull her mouth back to my cunt. She whimpers at the action, and it only fuels me more. I raise an eyebrow at her in question. “You really think you’re going to top? Don’t forget who is Mommy’s, slut.”
As if I snapped my fingers, her eyes go half-lidded in pure lust. She tries to hide it, looking down at my pussy. Roughly, I yank at her hair, forcing her gaze to snap up at me. She whimpers, “Yes, Mommy. You’re in charge.”
I hum in approval.
I have always known that I am the more dominant one in the bedroom—even if all of my old girlfriends and fiancées tried to fight that, in order to fit in with their stereotype.
I’m the super feminine one who loves dresses, heels, makeup, and glitter.
I shouldn’t be the one who takes charge, as they all said.
Bull-fucking-shit.
“Sit up,” I order.
As if she’s been mine forever, she does exactly what I say.
The thought shakes me to my core in the best way possible.
Has she been mine forever?
Pocketing that thought for later, I sit up with her. I don’t miss the way her eyes immediately drop to my boobs, forcing my nipples to harden to an almost painful point. Deciding to tease her, I twist one of them and moan, arching my back.
“Mommy,” she whimpers.
I twist the other, biting my lip. Ecstasy fills me. Between already having sensitive nipples and being edged in my sleep for who-knows-how-long, I genuinely question if I could come just like this. “Uhhh-huuh?”
Lenny’s breath comes out heavy. “Please…”
“Please, what, you filthy girl? You’re the one who started all of this.”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she leans forward, keeping eye contact with me as her mouth replaces one of my hands.
My pussy clenches involuntarily, and I moan loudly as she suckles on my flesh.
My back arches into her, and like the good girl she secretly is, she knocks my other hand away and replaces it with her own.
I praise her, moaning, “Good fucking girl. Suck on Mommy.”
Her moaning against my nipple has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Before she can make me finish just like this though, I twist away from her and dig into my nightstand. I can hear the pout in her voice as she’s torn away from me. “What’re you doing?”
I ignore her and keep digging.
Hair ties. Vaseline. Tylenol. Tampons. Nope.
Opening up the bottom drawer of the nightstand, I fish around until I finally feel the material, hidden underneath a big packet of HR paperwork that I forgot the last time I was here.
Because, of course, I had purchased a toy for Sarah and I when my dad asked me to watch the ranch for a weekend—only for that plan to go up in burning flames and angry shouts. I completely forgot it was here at all.
Until now.
Thank fucking god. I fish out the neon-pink bag with a smirk, turning back to Lenny. Her eyes land on it instantly. “...Daisy?”
I don’t speak a single word as I pull out the bright pink double-ended dildo. Her mouth drops open, forcing a laugh out of me. “What do you say, pretty girl?”
“Did… please tell me it’s new,” she says, her plea lined with the unspoken question.
I understand instantly. I wouldn’t want to fuck her with one of her ex’s toys either. I nod. “It’s new.”
Not waiting for her response, I get to work.
Lying back against the mattress, hair falling around me in a mess of waves, I rub the silicone up and down my slit, wetting one end.
Her eyes follow the motion with rapt attention.
It’s only when I thrust the toy in, filling myself to the hilt in one stroke with how wet I am, that her eyes tear from my cunt and land on my face.
She whines, and it feeds the frenzy building in me more.
I start thrusting the toy, moving it in and out, causing my legs to shake.
Lenny shifts her legs together, grinding into herself, and I laugh. “Look at you, slut. You look like a bitch in heat. How long have you wanted to be a Mommy’s girl? Need me to fill that role for you, huh?”
Her breathing turns almost erratic. “Daisy!”
“What?”
“That… I’ve never… but it’s hot…”
I smirk, moaning through my words. “I should have known you needed a Mommy. You came so hard in that bar bathroom, you know. I didn’t even have to work for it. I bet you want my touch right now, don’t you?”
She cries out as if she’s touching herself. “Yes! Oh my god, yes.”
My pussy clenches on the toy. A part of me wants to share it…
but not yet. “Too fucking bad. Mount and grind on that pillow,” I say, pointing at the pillow next to me.
“I was going to let you take dick, but I think you need to work for it a little, huh? Whiny girls don’t just get what they want the second they ask for it. ”
She doesn’t hesitate. And it fuels me with an insane amount of lust, watching someone listen to my demands the second I make them—rather than trying to overtake them.
Like a good girl, she reaches over me, grabs the pillow, folds it in half, and grinds her pussy down on it as if it’s her last wish on Earth.
“Fuck, I need to come. You wanna come, little one?”
“Pl-please, Mommy. Please!”
“How desperate are you?” I ask, needing her to break.
Her words turns into a mix of babbles and whines. “So, so much. This has never felt so good before. Why do I like it? Fuck, Mommy, I want to come. Please! So desperate.”
My stomach starts to tighten at her begging. I move my other hand down, circling my clit fast. “Go on, little girl. Come for your Mommy. Soak that pillow with your cum. But you better do it now or else you won’t get to come for the rest of our stay.”
My eyes watch her tits bounce as she rides the pillow, moaning, and I’m almost feral. I fuck the dildo into me faster, matching her tempo, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Come for me, Lenny, and then you can ride the other end of this cock with me.”
I watch as she fucking shatters. Her hips shift in sporadic, sharp movements as her orgasm crashes over her.
Lenny rocks against the pillow, wave after wave of pleasure soaring through her—and the sight instantly undoes me.
Merely seconds later, I’m consumed by blinding pleasure, and heat races down my spine.
My pussy butterflies against the toy, spasming and clenching harder than ever, and the sensation goes on forever.
Lenny nearly collapses as she leans forward, bracing her weight on her hands, breathing heavily.
I groan as I slip the toy out of me, smiling softly, before raising it up to Lenny’s mouth. “Suck. Then you can go back to being Mommy’s whore.”
Her eyes close, and she does what I say without question. Her tongue traces every faux vein and ridge, cleaning it up entirely, and pride fills me as I watch her.
Why did I ever deny myself this?
One night of sleeping in the same bed and I’m already giving in entirely.
Fuck me to tears.
She releases the toy with a pop, and a nervous blush flits over her face. I chuckle. “What?”
“I… I’ve never come like that. What if I want to do it again?”
I smile up at her. “Then we’ll just have to do it again, won’t we?” Her face turns bright red, and she looks nervous as I get up to my knees and start crawling toward her. “You didn’t think Mommy would bring out the double-ended dildo and not fuck both of us on it, now would you?”