>Tags: [DDLG] [MDom] [FSub] [In Heat] [Fingering] [Orgasm Delay/Denial] [Degradation] [Begging] [Punishment] [Cum Eating]
# Beg
“Someone has been playing with themselves without asking Daddy for permission first,” his voice loomed over her. “That’s a bad girl.”
She sat on the couch with her hands folded in her lap, gazing up at him with the sorriest expression he’d ever seen. She’d been caught mere moments from bringing herself to orgasm when he stepped into the living room without making a sound. She’d pleaded with him to let her finish, but his guttural demand to cease had frightened her into her current upright position.
He stood before her, hands in his pockets, gazing down at her with a look of utter disdain. “Such a greedy little whore. What makes you think you deserve to cum?” he jabbed.
She couldn’t explain herself, mumbling nonsense under her breath.
“Speak up, girl,” he growled.
“Daddy please, I’m in heat,” she whined. “I just wanted to get it out of my system.”
He shook his head at her pathetic candor. His voice was low and stern, “You know the rules.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, batting her eyes at him with the hope that it may ease his punishment.
“I don’t believe you,” his words bit at her.
Her jaw dropped as she fought back, “I am! I really am!”
“If you want to cum, you have to beg for it,” he stated, his demeanor unwavering.
She shifted in her seated position, hoping for some friction between her thighs to help quell the ache in her center.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” his voice raised. “Look at you, trying to be sneaky even after being caught. A slut like you needs to learn her lesson.” He kicked at her foot with his shoe. “Spread your fucking legs.”
Her stomach in knots, she obeyed him, gasping at the absence of her body heat inviting cool air to pass over her naked, drenched pussy.
He had to bite his lower lip to keep from moaning at the sight of her eager cunt, reddened from her heated self-play. He let his disappointed expression fade as his voice softened, “Oh, babygirl. This *is* a really intense heat for you, isn’t it?”
She choked back a sob and closed her eyes, nodding between hiked shoulders.
He crouched all the way down, resting his arms on his splayed knees. After a silent moment of looking over her some more, he crooned, “Touch yourself.”
She opened her eyes to see him glaring at her with an overwhelming intensity, like a predator eyeing its prey. “Thank you, Daddy—”
“Don’t thank me yet,” he stopped her, a devilish smirk glinting in his expression. “You will not cum until I say so, but you will not stop. You have a lesson to learn, little one.”
She only stared back at him, unsure of what happens next. She was desperate for relief, consumed by conflicting feelings of fear and lust. She didn’t want to be punished, yet she could feel herself beginning to drip onto the couch at the thought of it.
He was growing impatient, his brow furrowing. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
She unclasped her hands and lowered one down to her sex, spreading her slick around her tender folds, keeping her eyes on him. She let out a soft whimper as she made small circles with two of her fingers around her clit.
“Hmm,” he moaned, pleased with her cooperation, “There’s a good slut.”
“Please, my mind is racing,” she spoke between little gasps, “Don’t make me hold back. I want to lose control.”
He huffed a chuckle through his nose, “Losing control implies you ever had it. A feral slut like you doesn’t own her orgasms. She can’t be trusted with them, obviously. She can only beg, plead, and whine. ‘Please’ isn’t good enough.”
Her legs began to shake and she slowed her motions to an agonizing pace. “I don’t know how else to—”
“Of course you know how,” he cut her short, “Begging is about needing. You *need* to cum. Maybe you just don’t need to cum bad enough.” He stood back up with a dissatisfied sigh.
“No!” she yelped, grasping at his shirt with her free hand. “I need it. I need it so fucking badly.”
He shot her a sharp stare, “*What* do you need?”
She started to rub herself hungrily, her breaths heavy. She licked her lips, “I need to cum. More than I need air. I… I won’t survive without it.”
“And?”
“And I want to be a good girl. Your good little slut. I need to cum, Daddy. Please.”
He couldn’t deny the effect of her words, the desperation in her voice enticing his cock to strain in his slacks. He gifted her a soft smile, covering her hand with his own. “That’s a start,” he maneuvered her hand away from his shirt and placed it on her breast.
Without a second thought, she kneaded her breast, pulling her nipple between her index and middle finger, pinching it to induce delightful pain before relieving the pressure and rolling it under her fingertips.
“I’m at the edge, Daddy,” she moaned to him. “I’m so close.”
The sight of her hungered demeanor and lust-glazed eyes entranced his cock, tenting his pants as it throbbed to life. He assured her through a veiled smirk, “Daddy will let you cum when you’ve earned it properly. You’re the only thing in your way.”
She whimpered and writhed in her seat, glaring up at him, eyelids quivering.
“Pouting will get you nowhere, little slut,” he snapped, licking his lips, “You have no self-control.”
“I—” she panted, struggling to form a single coherent thought, “I feel like I’m melting inside. Look at how I’m shaking. I’m begging you, please, please let me…have release…”
“Such a needy little thing. My bitch in heat.” He rubbed himself over his slacks and lowered his voice to a near-growl, “Prove to me you deserve an orgasm after so boldly breaking the rules.”
It was at this moment her glare faded from one of longing into a spiteful snipe. Her nostrils flared and her posture straightened, never slowing her feverish pace on her most sensitive spot. Though her voice shook, she spoke with certainty:
“Just say when.”
He took note of how she now matched his merciless energy. She pinched her nipple hard enough to bring a hint of tears to her eyes, and though she saturated the couch beneath her, her eye contact never wavered. He could not deny how she impressed him even at her lowest moments. Her heats were always fierce—almost violent—and he knew it was cruel to make her beg to break it. He brought his hand to her mound, slipping his fingers between her puffy labia and inviting himself inside of her.
“Baby girl,” he crooned, “I’m so proud of you. Daddy wants to feel your orgasm. Succumb to your heat. You’re allowed.”
She growled, gritting her teeth and throwing her head back, her hips gyrating and grinding her cunt against his hand. Her climax came with a shriek, spreading a grin across his face. She convulsed around his fingers with such a force that made his cock pulse with precum, feeling precariously close to his own orgasm.
Without conscious effort, she chanted, “*Daddy yes, Daddy yes, Daddy yes…*” the atmosphere around her dissolving into a heated ring in her ears and a violent series of tremors rushing through her body.
As she came back down to her present reality, he removed his hand from her pussy and perched himself at her side on the couch, lifting her to sit upon his lap.
“Suck,” he beckoned, hovering his soaked fingers before her lips, “Taste your heat.”
She took his fingers into her mouth, deriving her own pleasure from his skin; it was bitter, yet savory, the combined sensations causing her to salivate the more she sucked on him.
“There’s my girl,” he whispered low, his eyes glued to her lips. He wrapped his other arm around her, holding her tight against him, humming into her hair, “Rest now, little one. You’ll need it for tonight.”
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