Page 58 of Break Me Not

“Good girl. Now remember, you can't come until I say so. Tell me how this feels.”

Slowly, I teased her entrance with my fingertips before inserting two fingers into her and pumping them.

“So good. Fuck! Mommy, it feels so good.”

“Am I treating you well?”

“So well,” she moaned as her cunt squeezed my fingers. “I don't deserve it.”

Something about her words struck me. They made me feel like she was talking about more than us right at that moment. And I couldn’t let her feel that way.

“But you've been such a good girl for me, haven't you?” I rewarded her by going faster. “And good girls deserve their pleasure, don't they?”

Her hips bucked against me. She was so close—I could feel it in the way her cunt gripped my fingers.

So I fucked her harder. The sounds her pussy was making were almost as sweet as the ones coming out of her mouth.

“I—”

“Tell me you deserve this,” I ordered.

“Mommy—”

“Tell me you deserve it, and I'll let you come.”

Sweat was rolling down her neck and chest. Her legs had fallen over to give me unrestricted access. Her entire body froze.

She’s coming.

Not a single sound came from her mouth, and then it was like a tidal wave. I could come myself with the way my title sounded on her lips alone.

“Mommy.”

Her cunt pulsed around my fingers, the muscles in her neck were taut, and her body twisted and turned as she rode out her orgasm.

And when it was over, she slumped down on the bed, eyes looking at me.

Waiting.

“Well… It seems we can finally get to that punishment now, can't we?”

Her eyes lit up, but there was a part of me that felt that even though she did deserve the punishment, right now was not the time. The way she walked in, how her whole body was slumped—there was something more going on, and right now she needed to be loved, not punished.

“But we’ll leave that for a different time. Shall we get you cleaned up and have some dinner?”

I pulled my fingers from her and leaned forward so I could pull her face to mine. I hesitated for a moment before pushing away every other thing in my mind and kissed her. It was a sweet, little kiss that felt more vulnerable than any other thing we had done.

“But I… I want it.”

“And you’ll have it,” I said, slowly running my hand down her face, neck, shoulder, and arm until I could thread my fingers through hers. “But I want to make it worth the wait, and… I can tell you need something else right now.”

She looked conflicted but nodded after a while.

“Do you want me to help you clean up, or would you rather I give you some time and go heat up the food?”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

“Some time, please,” she whispered. “Thank you.”