Dirty Daddy

Now I’m just living moment to moment.

I see Magnus reach into his coat pocket and pull out the small remote controller.

There are three settings from what I can see where I’m sitting.

LOW, MEDIUM, and HIGH.

So that’s what the settings say.

The light turns green and the limo starts and Magnus flicks his finger towards LOW.

It’s like a jolt of electricity hits me and my clit literally twitches as I break out into a sweat.

There’s a warm sensitive vibrating going on—very mild and very pleasant.

I don’t even have the words, but it feels so nice.

The warmth is radiating from my sex throughout my body and I look at Magnus. He’s looking at me with a giant ear-to-ear grin.

“Feeling good?” he asks.

“Mm-hmm,” I say with a nod. My panties are soaked. I’m dripping wet at this point. The warmth and vibration from the bullet has done a number on me. I can close my eyes and enjoy this—edging very slowly toward an orgasm, but still far enough away that I can control the twitchiness of my limbs.

“It’s nice kind of laying there and letting this little thing work it’s magic, isn’t it, baby girl?” Magnus asks.

I look over to Magnus and his powerful frame as he sits there.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say with an evil grin. I can see his cock thickening at my words. “Some music would be nice.”

Magnus laughs at that.

“You won’t be caring about music in a few seconds, baby girl,” he says with a glint in his eye.

“Oh?” I ask and the car makes a left onto 48th street and Magnus switches the remote to Medium.

“Oh!” I blurt again, and this time it’s involuntary. My eyes are closed because it feels like the tip of a tongue has just pressed down on my clit and put pressure on it. But each nerve is fired off on my sensitive nub and my legs scissor kick. Electric currents pass up my spine and I can feel my heart rate increase.

I am so close to cumming.

Magnus takes the controller and switches it back to LOW.

I’m panting. My pussy is drenched.

“That’s why you won’t need music, Penny,” he says softly.

I don’t know if I say anything at that point because all I can think about right now is Magnus. About taking off his shirt. About licking his nipple with my tongue. I wanna lick his chest. Run my hands down his abs.

My legs are splayed out and I scooch lower on the seat. The leather is sticky and wet from my juices.

The car revs up from a red light and Magus pushes the remote again. Must be MEDIUM.

Jolts of pleasure arc through my body.

I close my head and arch my body backwards.

He takes it back to LOW.

“Magnus,” I sigh. “We can’t do this.”