Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Trixie swore there was a palpable heat radiating off John as he carried her back into her bedroom.
She felt warm too.
How could she not? He’d held her so tightly, so sweetly, down there in the den. His tender kisses had been softly delivered as she sat on his lap, just listening to the conversation.
At one point he’d moved his lips to her neck, forcing her to scrunch it up, and it was all she could do not to turn around to face him, grinding on him right then and there in front of everyone.
But she’d managed to hold off, though just barely.
That self-restraint was running thin now. Little tremors shook her body. She wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to hold out. She was like a tea kettle rattling just before the whistle sounded.
“I guess we have some time to kill before supper,” she said.
“Guess so.” John shrugged. “Oh well. Want to watch some TV?”
She studied him for a moment. He finally cracked, his lips turning up in aw wide grin. “Unless you have something else in mind?”
Trixie smiled, too.
Her mind raced as she searched for some witty, sexy comeback. Flirting didn’t exactly come easy to her.
“Well, I was thinking maybe we could have sex.”
She slapped a palm to her forehead and winced.
Seriously, Trixie? That’s the best you have?
“I’m sorry. I just… well… my brain gets scrambled up and I don’t know what to say so I just say whatever I’m thinking.
Some people have filters. And I guess I have one.
Like, for example, if a friend was wearing a dress that wasn’t very flattering on her, I’d never tell there that because I hate to hurt people’s feelings.
“But in other situations, like right now, when sexy banter would have set the mood a lot better, I couldn’t think of anything so I just said what I was thinking. I think something might be off with my social modulization. Do you know what that is? It’s the ability to—”
“Trixie?”
“Yeah.”
“I know what it is. But right now…” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
She could feel her cheeks burning as another giggle escaped her lips. “I’m not good in these situations, John. I’m awkward.”
“Honey, you need to stop speaking poorly of yourself.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Or does Daddy need to give you another spanking?”
The tone of his voice made it sound as if he was talking more about a playful spanking, and Trixie didn’t hate the idea.
She hugged him back, rested her head on his shoulder, and said, “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.”
He kissed her neck in between his words. “Let’s… get…you… undressed. Just… follow… Daddy’s lead.”
Trixie moaned loudly as the thrill of the kisses produced a tremor that traced her spine. She could feel herself growing wetter with each one.
Still searching for the right words to say, she finally decided to simply relax and let the moment unfold.
Was there really a need to speak at all?
Daddy seemed in control here.
Thoroughly in control. And she loved the way he was moving her body, taking charge and plying her as if he knew exactly how this was going to go.
“I need my little cutie undressed,” John said as he tugged on the bottom of her shirt.
She dutifully raised her arms and allowed him to pull it free of her head.
The diaper came off next.
Being completely exposed before John felt a lot different now than it had when she was naked for her spanking earlier.
The spanking that still had her bottom a little sore!
Thoughts of the discipline fled her mind when John began to speak again.
“You know the cool thing about modern tech? We can use our phones to do just about anything. Get stuff delivered. The world at our fingertips.”
Trixie wondered where he was going with this. The smile he wore—flashing those dimples—had her even more curious than his words.
“So, I sent out for some stuff today. Got delivered and I was able to set it up while you were in timeout, little girl. What was that tool you said you like to use? A magic wand or something like that?” He reached into a drawer on the nightstand, pulled out the cordless device, and grinned even larger.
“Well, would you look at that. Seems like we have one right here.”
The buzzing sound that emitted from the device after he clicked the button sent more delight jolting through Trixie.
“Now, I’ve never used one of these things myself. Can you show me how it’s done? Lay right there on the bed. Hold it where it needs to go.”
Her hands were trembling slightly as she took hold of the device. Silently, she lay on the bed and lowered the wand to her pubic mound but stopped before making contact.
“Keep going, honey. Show Daddy.”
A large lump had formed in Trixie’s throat. The tremors in her hand grew. She wondered if the bed beneath her was actually growing wet or if that was just her imagination.
The supple yet firm head of the wand touched down on her shaved mound, the vibration pulling a soft moan from somewhere deep within her.
“Daddy,” she whispered.
“I’m here. You’re being such a good girl.”
Her eyes were closed, but she could feel him watching her intently.
For a moment, the realization of having an audience—even of one—was unnerving.
But then she felt the calming presence of Daddy.
More wetness pooled between her legs and she spread them a bit further.
She kept the wand where it was, though, gradually easing herself into the experience.
That was nearly enough to send her over the edge. An intense orgasm was building inside her core.
When she finally slid the wand down, opening her legs more and tracing her slit with the pulsing toy, she was moaning loudly. She bent at the knees and fluttered her legs.
Opening her eyes, she saw John standing at the foot of the bed, now naked and clearly enjoying the show.
“Daddy!” was all she could moan breathlessly at the sight of his hardening cock.
It was thicker than it was long, but it had more than enough length to reach depths that had never been explored.
But. That. Thickness!
It was a beast just waiting to stretch and test her.
The bed bounced as John got on and lay beside her. “Hmm. I think I get the general idea of how this works. Let Daddy take over, sweetie.”
Trixie bit back a laugh. Of course Daddy knew how it worked. He’d just wanted a show.
She felt his cock jab the side of her leg as he pressed against her, reaching for the wand.
“So, if I understand this right, I just move it up and down like this…” he continued to guide the massager’s head slowly down her slit and then back up several times, “…it feels good.” He did it again. “But what if we put it right… here.”
Trixie bucked and moaned as the massager landed on her clit.
“That must be what my babygirl likes,” he teased. “Hmm. Is that what my sweetie wants?” He pressed down just a smidge harder, getting just the right amount of pressure.
“Yes, D-Daddy. Oh, yes!”
She writhed and wiggled. The intense sensations consumed her. Just when she thought she was about to experience sweet relief, Daddy would ease up, taking her right back to where she’d started.
“Daddy!”
She brought her hands to the wand and tried to grip it, but a stern rebuke stopped her.
“No, no, no, little one. And stop wiggling. You’ll come when Daddy says you’ll come. But not before.”
“Please,” she begged.
She moved her hands again, but this time Daddy withdrew the wand completely.
“Come to think of it, something else arrived today.”
Trixie groaned as Daddy got up. The buzzing wand still lay on the bed. It was so close! If she could just grab it and massage her clit for just a moment…
She didn’t even realize Daddy had one of her wrists until he lightly pulled her left arm toward the edge of the bed.
That’s when she saw what he had in his other hand: a red rope that had a soft wrist cuff on the end.
She couldn’t see where the other end was, but evidently it was secured somewhere on the bed—probably the frame or perhaps one of the mattress’s handles.
“You’re going to lie still for Daddy while he has his fun. One way or another.”
Those words alone caused Trixie’s pussy to spurt. That’s when she knew it was not her imagination.
The bed beneath her was definitely getting wet.