Page 27 of Zade (Den of Sin)

She blushes beautifully, “I want to taste myself on you. Is that gross?”

I groan, “No. Fuck no.”

“Come on. I want to take you into another room.”

I climb off the bed and grab the key I need from my dresser drawer. Taking her hand I walk her to the room I told her she’d never go into. The grin on her face when she realizes where we are going forces me to smile back. Her excitement is infectious, as short-lived as it might be.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Peanut Butter,” she says confidently.

I open the door and tell her to go in first. I shut the door behind me even though there was nobody else in my house. Her eyes widen as she peruses the sex furniture in the room. In the one corner is a St Andrew’s Cross, there’s a bed in between that and a bench.

“Why is there a bed in here?”

I answer plainly, “I don’t fuck women in my bed.”

“You fucked me in your bed.”

I shrug, “I wanted it to be special for you.”

In hindsight, I never should’ve taken her in my bed. It should’ve been in here where I’d be more likely to be able to be detached. It’s too late for that so I have to deal with it.

She walks around the room, dragging her fingertips along the different pieces of furniture. She stops in front of the piece I’m going to use as soon as she’s done taking inventory.

“What’s this?”

I smile, “That’s where you’re going to suck Daddy’s cock.”

She glances at me then back at the red and black piece, “How exactly?” She asks with clear confusion.

“This is a Kneeling Pillory. Your head will go through the large hole. Your hands will go in the smaller holes on each side. It’s adjustable so I can raise or lower it so you’re as comfortable as possible.”

She giggles, “This looks like a medieval torture device.”

“It is.”

Her gaze snaps to mine, her eyes are wide and a little scared, “What?”

I nod, “It’s the reason it was originally invented but I promise I won’t hurt you. And we’ll only use this if you say you trust me.”

Her eyes flutter up to mine with adoration I don’t deserve, “I trust you completely,” she points to the kneeling portion of the piece, “I kneel there?”

I swallow a lump in my throat, I am not sure about this, she’s never taken a cock in her mouth. Maybe I should be gentle but fuck she’s so into it. Without hesitation, she kneels and places her head through the hole. When she puts her hands through the other holes I nearly lose my mind. Stepping in front of her I lock them all into place, she won’t be able to move.

“Are you sure about this, Amira? I’m going to fuck your mouth, hard. This isn’t going to be like what we just did.”

“I’m sure, Daddy.”

I stroke her cheek, “You won’t be able to say your safeword so I’ll be checking in with you. If you need me to stop, hold one finger up. That will be our signal.”

She stares at my cock and licks her lips, “I’m ready,” she says more confidently than I feel. She is not one of my submissives, but when she whimpers for me I give in to my desires.

I stand in front of her and stroke my dick, her eyes don’t leave me, she watches with awe that makes me hard as a rock within seconds.

“Open that sexy mouth for Daddy.”

She does and I slide a little at a time into her mouth. I want her to have a few minutes to get used to my size. I pull out and push back into her mouth again giving her more and more, she instantly sucks me with tiny little moans that vibrate against my dick, her mouth is wet, soft, like fucking velvet and I know I’m going to fantasize about this moment for months. I grab the top of the Pillory on either side of her head, and I pull out again, “Do you want to continue?”

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