Page 59 of Daddy's Lesson

After writing it down, I kept the chalk poised beneath it ready to write whatever he told me to.

“I am worthy.” He spoke slowly and with purpose.

“What? That doesn’t go along with the way the rest of your lessons have been fashioned.” I pointed at the rest of the list as though he’d forgotten how this went.

“I’m aware, but it's a lesson nonetheless, and one you are in desperate need of. Write it down, please.” He nodded to the board.

Shaking my head, I lifted the chalk once more, only my hand refused to move. Or was it my brain that refused to get on track? I wasn’t sure, but the words did not appear.

Lennon came up behind me like he had when I was making dinner and wrapped one arm around my waist. Then he covered my hand that held the chalk with his own and guided me through writing the words. It was sweet, and my stomach danced beneath his hand. Having him that close, being so gentle and encouraging, did funny things to my body.

“I know this is a hard one and I know it’s foreign, baby, but you are worth it. You don’t have to do everything or be the best; you just have to exist.”

I couldn’t hold back the lone tear that dripped from my eye, so I quickly swiped it away. “That’s just so beyond my scope of understanding.”

“Well, we are going to work on that starting right now.” He set the chalk down and scooped me into his arms. “Time for your lesson.”

His excitement sent nerves soaring through me as he carried me to my bedroom. The lights were slightly dimmed and he had lit candles all over the place to give the room a sensual glow. Setting me on my feet in the center of the room, he gave me a minute to take in the sight before me. My bed had been completely stripped and there were black straps coming from each corner with a cuff attached. I looked at the bed, then at Lennon.

“We haven’t tried bondage yet, and it’s perfect for the exercise I have planned for us tonight.”

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but my mouth had gone completely dry.

Lennon stepped in close and grabbed the hem of my shirt. “You have your safewords if you need them, but I don’t anticipate that happening.”

He pulled my shirt up and over my head, and I didn’t fight. My body bubbled with anticipation and goosebumps sprang up all over the place.

Lennon put his hands on my shoulders and dipped down so that we were eye level. “What is your safeword, Zoe?”

“Picasso,” I answered rotely, like he had me do almost every time he was introducing me to something new.

“Good girl.” He kissed my forehead and turned me around, continuing to undress me. Once I was naked, he pressed me down over the side of the bed. “This plug has been in long enough,” he said as he twisted and wiggled it around, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core.

“Push back for Daddy,” he instructed as he got a firm grip and slowly pulled the toy from my bottom. I felt so oddly empty, and almost wished he would have left it in. “You’ve got a beautiful ass, baby. Daddy can’t wait to fuck it good and proper.”

His praise made me blush and I buried my face in between my arms.

“Perfect.” He sighed before his fingers were teasing my back entrance. “This ass is going to hug Daddy’s cock so tight, and you will make the most beautiful noises as I fuck it.”

I whimpered as his fingers pumped in and out.

“Yes, those little noises, except louder. Stop trying to hide those pretty sounds from Daddy. Let me hear them.” He pumped harder and I forced my head to the side so my voice was not muffled by the bedding.

“Do you know how hard I get when I think about all the things I want to do to you, Zoe? Just one thought of you and it’s instant.” He leaned down and kissed a line across the small of my back as his fingers continued their slow torture, bringing me so close to orgasm, but not quite enough to send me over.

“Mmm-mmm, nope. No coming for you yet. You’re going to have to earn your release tonight, little one.”

“Daddyyy.” I held out the word in a little whine. It sounded foreign to my own ears, but then again, nothing Lennon and I did felt natural. I loved it and craved it, even, but it was different and scary.

“Patience.” He pulled his finger free and spanked my naked ass, sending me up onto my tiptoes. “Stay put. I’m going to clean you up, and then I’m going to bind you to the bed and have my wicked way with you.”

My body buzzed and hummed for more, but my brain began to play tricks as I thought about what he’d said. Spread out and open for him with my arms and legs bound to the corners of the bed would leave me completely…. naked. Exposed. I wouldn’t be able to hide anything in that position. I thanked my lucky stars the overhead lights were not on, but the candles were absolutely bright enough for him to see every wrinkle and imperfection. My breasts would sag to the sides, having long lost their perky shape from my youth. My stomach turned. I did not like this plan, and I didn’t want to participate in it. Not one bit.

Before I could stand up and air my concerns with Lennon, he was back with a warm washcloth. The feel of it pressed against my sore back entrance was enough to keep me in place. He gently wiped me clean before leaning down again and kissing each of my ass cheeks.

“Good girl. Now for more fun. Up on the bed. I want you flat on your back in the middle of the mattress.”

“Can we discuss this?”

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