Page 257 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection

That can’t feel good so soon after he’s come.

“I did, but I’m wearing a condom until I’m ready to take your ass. After I’m in, you can beg me for some ginger oil there as lube.”

My eyes roll behind the blindfold again. He’s absolutely slamming all my buttons. “Yessir.”

He chuckles and flicks a switch. An utterly evil hum fills the room. I know that sound anywhere. A Hitachi.

“Sir, I just came. My clit’s kind of sensi-TIVE—” I break off with a yelp when he lands the Devil’s own tuning fork right on my clit. “Fuck, sir!”

He nips my shoulder. “That’s right, girl. I’m fucking you. And I’ll be fucking you when your clit’s so sore you’ll scream if I blow on it. Wanna call me a geezer again?”

No, I do not. I shake my head and his wicked chuckle fills my ear right before he bites it hard enough to make me yelp again.

“It’s on the lowest setting to start,” Mac tells me, although it doesn’tfeellike the lowest setting for anything but a jackhammer. “You get five minutes on each setting until you come. Then I’ll start back on the lowest setting again. I have a number in mind for how many orgasms I want out of that kitty before I take your ass, but I’m not going to tell you what it is.”

Fucking Dom. “Sir,” I whimper.

“Come as often as you can, girl. Don’t hold back on me, and I’ll see after a few good screamers whether I’m in the mood to take pity on you, but I wouldn’t count on it, if I were you.”

I don’t, which is good, because he has no damn pity. The ginger oil heats me inside, ramping me back up. The vibrator buzzes away on my clit. Mac doesn’t move it around the way I would, just finds a spot that makes me writhe and whimperand positions it there, wedged against a pillow, to pound the soul out of my fucking body. I somehow make it through five minutes without losing my mind. He clicks the wand onto the next setting, and I swear the thing rocks not just me but the whole bed. It’s already making me squeal when he pulls on the chain connecting the murderous nipple clamps, which shoots fucking fire through my tits. When I howl, Mac clamps his hand over my throat, a hard band across my windpipe. He doesn’t cut off my air, just gives me the headrush of all headrushes and I go straight over the edge, screaming as my whole body convulses. Mac rubs his cock up and down my crack with the most freaking evil chuckle I’ve ever heard.

“That’s one, girl. Gimme another.”

I shake my head because multiple orgasms and I are only distant acquaintances, but Mac’s not a Dom to take no for an answer. He keeps one hand clasped around my throat and with the other, reaches under my leg and pushes two fingers inside me around the baby dildo. That gives me enough to squeeze down on to throw me right over the edge again. It’s another full-body orgasm that has me thrashing against the pinion of his hands. I don’t just see white light; I see fucking galaxies colliding behind the blindfold. I can’t even scream. I grunt out my pleasure, sounding like some kind of farmyard animal while Mac growls, “Yes, that’s right. Give it to me, girl.”

I pant my way down from the shaking, blinding height. “Puh-please, sir. Lowest setting.”

He chuckles. “That too much for you, bold girl?”

It’s fucking torture now, like bees stinging my clit. Mac clicks the wand off and I feel a second’s disappointment that he wasn’t serious about seeing how many orgasms he could wring out of me. I wasn’t even close to offering him my first-born.

He pulls out the little dildo and the burn of the ginger oil eases. He wipes me with something cool and I figure the pussy portion of the evening is over.

I am so wrong.

I’m just starting to relax when Mac repositions my leg on the pillows and feeds something much bigger into my pussy. The burning tingle starts again immediately as this thing fills and stretches me.

“Sir! Oh, please, slow down, that’s too much.”

“I know it is. Take it, girl. Show me how much you want to give me those greedy holes.”

I do want that. A fucking lot. And I’m oddly impressed that he’s not backing off at all but kicking it up a notch. “Yes, sir. I’ll try.”

“That’s my good girl.” He takes it a little slower as he pushes whatever the bigger thing is into me. It’s a real stretch and I whimper as he seats it inside me. There’s a little tugging and then he pulls something around my waist and hip. I think it might be a dildo belt, because even when I push down against the thing, it doesn’t move. I feel spread so incredibly open and raw from my orgasms and vulnerable. It does funny things to my head and before I know it, I’m dizzy and trembling all over and coming painfully on this huge thing breaking my pussy.

“Sir!”

“Oh, that’s it my very good girl. Come all over that monster. I’m going to leave that inside you while I take your ass.”

I start shaking my head. I can’t take it now. I need it out. It’s too much. I need this to stop. I need him to stop. I need this all to stop. “Tuxedo, sir.”

“Tuxedo? Okay, sweetheart. It’s okay.” Mac immediately unclips the cuffs and nipple clamps and rolls me onto my back.

I shake my head even harder. That’s not what I need. “Please just take it out for a minute, sir. It’s too much.”

“Ah, okay. Easy, girl.” He pops something at my waist and then the thing is sliding out of me, much easier than it went in and I feel like I can breathe again.

Mac rolls me into his arms and even though I’m on my bad hip and my leg’s tangled in the Hitachi’s cord, it’s a good place to be.