brattyprettysub:

(for this anon, who made me aware of the much-needed body diversity on my blog)

When he lowered himself on top of her, the Hitachi slipped from her clit and it buzzed against her thigh. It was getting warm, but it wasn’t hot enough for her to break away from his suddenly onslaught of kisses to complain.

“Daddy—“ It was no more than a breathy moan, let out between one kiss and the next, but he still shushed her.

“Hush, little one,” he said, right up against her lips.

“Daddy, it’s not touching me any more.” She could move it back herself, but, well, wasn’t it so much more fun to be big-eyed and helpless? Didn’t it make her so much wetter and his cock so much harder?

He pulled back to look at her properly, dark eyes dancing. “Well, we can’t have that, can we? Can’t have my little girl’s pussy being neglected.” And he shoved the Hitachi up against her clit. She cried out, arching her back, fists clenching at the bedsheets.

“Don’t come,” he said, reading her mind.

“Daddy, I’m going to—“

“No, you’re not. You’re not allowed to.” He didn’t move the wand, though. He just watched as her back arched further. She shut her eyes, her whimper turning to a fully-fledged moan. One moment passed, then another, and she trembled, trying desperately to hold back, but only for just a few seconds before she gave herself over to the orgasm, hips bucking as her pussy and clit pulsed, juices spilling over the Hitachi and onto the sheets.

He kept the Hitachi against her clit even when she finally stopped shuddering and tried to move away, the strong vibrations now too much to bear. “Bad girl,” he said, and kissed her again. “I’m going to make you come again for that.”

“Just—“ She twitched away from the wand. “Just give me a minute.”

He grabbed her thigh, his tight grip a warning to stay still. “No,” he said. “Right now.”

brattyprettysub:

His hands on her—on her waist, holding tight. No—his hands pinning her wrists above her head.

Was he fucking her yet? No, not yet. His hands were on her thighs now and he was dragging his tongue over her pussy.

(her fingers moved faster on her clit)

What if—what if her hands was tied above her head? If she couldn’t touch him, was there for him to play with, to pleasure?

But what if they weren’t tied? What if she could reach down, grab his hair, tug at it, guide him, push his face into her pussy as she arched her back for more, more, more—

Would he let her? Let her ride his face until she pulled him up, nails in his back, and hissed, “Fuck me”? Or would he slap her thigh, then bite the sting, punishing her for being a greedy little bitch?

(she gasped, pressed her face into the mattress)

He could never resist, though, could never resist when she was being greedy. He’d give her what she wanted—give her three, no, four fingers in her pussy when she only wanted two, calling her his filthy little girl…

(oh god, oh god)

So dirty—no, so naughty for wanting this, for wanting to be touched, for wanting fingers inside her pretty little cunt—

(she shoved two fingers inside herself, arched her back, whined)

Dripping all over his hand, look at how wet she was, Daddy’s bad little girl—and then… and then… what? Did he keep fingering her, cooing filthy things in the sweetest voice? Or did he decide to punish her for her greedy cunt? Did he start bringing out bigger and bigger toys, pushing them inside her and barely giving her time to adjust before pulling it out and inserting the next?

Would he tie her up with their biggest vibrator inside her? What if he got his fingers on her clit and rubbed it until she was so overwhelmed all she could do was come—

(she dropped her hips, rubbed her clit against the mattress, wrist cramping from the awkward angle…)

(she came with a violent, gasping shudder, hips making tiny aborted thrusts into the mattress)

(“that was pretty,” he said from the doorway. “What were you thinking about?”)

(she was too fucked-out to respond)

onedeadpoet:

littlesweetgirlygirl:

onedeadpoet:

*flick*

The more you leak the better it feels. When you get so close to cumming you can taste it just the tiniest rub on your sensitive little nub is enough to get it to throb and twitch under my thumb.

*flick*

If I would only give you two more rapid circles it’d be enough to get you to orgasm. But no. Once your clit relaxes from its twitch you get only one more rub and we wait again. It takes awhile to get you in this place but it’s where I love to be. You beginning to curse me before I stop you mid-sentence with another

*flick*

Ugh, please keep going. Make me sweat, and wiggle. Don’t listen to me when I ask you to stop, I don’t ever really want you to stop!!

But I will stop. There’s nothing you can do about it, either. Perhaps, if you’re good, it’ll start again. Over and over.

Then to work or bed you go, denied, dripping

femsubdenial:

kinkyhornyeager:

The first thing he took away from me was my vibrator. Two weeks later, it was my underwear, then my orgasms, and last week I lost the ability to touch my pussy. Knowing that I wasn’t allowed, that I was in his words, “too much of a needy slut” to be trusted to touch without permission was all it took to get my cunt dripping wet. He liked to remind me of that fact frequently. When I begged, cried, pleaded for permission to fuck myself with his cock, a dildo, my fingers, anything… he had me spread my legs for inspection. He ran his fingers up and down my pussy, marveling at my wetness.

“You’re enjoying this. The begging. And me denying you.“

“Yes… A lot.”

“You enjoy the begging more than actually touching yourself.”

“Yes, bu–”

“You know how much it entertains me to see you writhing and squirming like a desperate whore. You like pleasing me, even it’s degrading, even if it means you suffer. You like being a needy little slut for me, don’t you?”

I was too frustrated to speak. All I could do was whimper and nod.

“Good girl.”

*gasp*

The previous few posts form my queue were reblogged from @eagerlittlefucktoy, but this is the one that made me realize I needed to follow her!