Page 132 of Mob Princess

I don’t want to let go of her hand, so I cup her cheek with my other palm. I stroke my thumb over her cheek.

“Cailín, I told you from the start I will punish you if you risk yourself. I will carry out that punishment. Not because I think you’re a child who needs correction. Not because I think you’ll forget and need to learn from a spanking. Not even for you to gain my forgiveness. I’m doing it because I promised to take care of you, and you agreed to let me. I promised to take the lead during sex, but also with your safety, and you agreed to let me. You broke that promise, but that’s not what bothers me. I still trust you. I’m punishing you because it returns us to our homeostasis. I lead, and you follow when it comes to your protection. You got lucky, Lina.”

“I know, Daddy. I don’t regret what happened to Lucy or leading Justin into the alley. I’m sorry that to do those things, I put my life at risk, and that scared you. I don’t want to make you feel that way. You crave control to feel calm because control keeps you and the people you care about alive. I get that you don’t want to control all my behavior, but not having control over the risks I take, upsets you. I knew those things would bother you, and I did them anyway. I want the punishment to let you know I recognize I broke my promise. I also want the punishment because I made a promise I can’t keep. I’ll keep taking punishments for breaking that rule, but I’ll keep breaking that rule if it’s to protect you or our family.”

“You’ve told me that, and I can live with that because if it were reversed, I would do the same thing. I can’t fault your dedication or loyalty. I just wish you’d let me walk beside you rather than catching up. I will disagree with you. I will try to offer alternatives that keep you safer. But if there’s no other way, then I would rather I be there to protect you as much as you’re protecting me. We do this together, mo stór.”

“It’s us against the world, nounours. I know that, and I have to act accordingly.”

“That’s right. I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could trust my family to do what needed doing.”

“Wait, Sean. I told you in the car on the way to meet Justin that I trust your family as much as I do you. That wasn’t the issue. The need to do this myself—to be the one who avenged you—was too strong to ignore. Maybe it was impatience. Maybe it was my belief I could do it better. Maybe it was just rage I didn’t master. But this wasn’t about anyone’s shortcomings. At least no one’s but mine.”

“It wasn’t shortcomings. We figure these things out together from here on out.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“We are okay already, Lina. I’ve forgiven you already. Honestly, in a way, this was never about needing to forgive. If we don’t go through with this, we would still be okay. I won’t hold this against you or anything like that. But I think it’s important that we do.”

“I agree. I trust you.”

I bring our lips together, and it’s a tender kiss that makes my hard heart soften. I give her a peck when we pull apart. I let go of her and walk to the drawer with the sex toys and devices. I withdraw the Shibari rope and unwind it.

“Strip.”

I lean back against the dresser, my right ankle crossed over my left. My right elbow props up part of my weight on the dresser. The rope hangs from my left hand. She’s quick to do it, and I marvel at her beauty. I wonder how I got so lucky. Everything about her—inside and out—draws me to her in a way no one else ever has. I skim my gaze over her, and I want to taste every inch of her.

She stands, naked, with her hands clasped before her. I prowl to her, and I sense a moment of trepidation before she recalls I will never push her beyond her limits. I’ll take her to the edge, but I won’t abuse her faith in me.

I walk around her, trailing the rope between her tits, around her waist, and up between her shoulder blades. She doesn’t expect me to spank her arse with it. I move her arms through some gentle stretches before I raise them over her head, bending them, so her hands clasp behind her head. I skim the back of my fingers along her right ribs before grabbing her arse and squeezing as hard as I dare.

“You are mine, cailín. You have been since the moment we saw each other. You know that. I know that. Your cunt belongs to me to pleasure and deny. Your arse belongs to me to worship and punish. Your heart belongs to me to love and cherish. I will do that for the rest of my life. I won’t allow you to deny me that. I won’t allow you to cut that short. I will always do everything I can to come home to you because you have my heart.”

I let go of her arse before I drape the rope over her wrists and make sure the lengths are even. I wrap the ends twice, careful that the fibers don’t dig into her skin. I have far too much experience doing this and not for BDSM. I usually do this to inflict the initial pain, but that’s not what I want here. I check that I can still slip a finger between her skin and the rope.

“If anything tingles or goes numb, you tell me immediately. If I get this wrong and do you any permanent harm?—”

“I know, Daddy. You might forgive me, but you wouldn’t forgive yourself. That’s the last thing I want. You’d torture yourself, and that thought is agony to me. You say you have faith in me, and I want that to last.”

“Thank you, mo stór.”

With the rope that’s remaining, I create a chest harness. Maybe one day I will take the time to create a dragonfly or some form of a hishi karada, or even a large diamond karada. They’re all intricate ties along her torso that accentuate her tits and can press against the outside of her pussy. But for now, I create a bikini harness. I wrap the rope around her chest several times, above and below her breasts. Then I pass the rope around the top and bottom, tugging just enough to capture the most tantalizing set of tits I’ve ever seen. A rope end passes over each shoulder before looping through the back a few times, then I knot them.

“How’re you doing, cailín?” It took nearly ten minutes to create both positions because I kept checking the placement and tightness.

“I’m all right, Daddy.”

Her breathy voice is one of anticipation. She longs to know what’s next, but I have no intention of telling her. She’ll find out as we go. I turn her to face me, checking the harness from the front. The way the rope binds her makes her tits appear to swell. I can’t resist the temptation. I lean forward and lick her left nipple before nipping at it with my lips. I catch it between my teeth and give a light tug. I move to her right side and practically suck the entire thing to the back of my throat.

I’ve never had a preference for size, nor have I been steadfastly a tits or arse guy. I crave all of Lina. She’s so slender that her arse fits perfectly in my hands. I cover it and have all of it at once. It feeds the possessiveness I feel. Her B-cup breasts are also the perfect size for my hands to do the same thing. I can nearly swallow them whole. There’s no part of them that isn’t mine. I will never be so possessive as to stop her doing the things she wants. She’s not mine to lock away from the world. I have no wish to dominate her spirit or change even a sliver. But physically, I revel in it.

I step back and return to the dresser. This time I leave the drawer open after I withdraw a Wartenberg pinwheel. I could gather all the things I want, but I don’t want her to guess what I’ll do. The uncertainty—the surrender to me—that’s our give and take right now. I run the tiny, notched wheel around her now sensitive nipples.

I start with the right, encircling it before running over it, top to bottom, then left to right. I move to her left and draw the prongs from the bottom rope to her nipple, over the dart, and up to the top rope. I wheel it around the mound, keeping it close to the ropes. Then I make it creep down her belly until I get to her clit.

I’m super careful not to pinch any skin as I draw it down the crease between her pussy and right hip, across her pussy lips, and up the opposite crease. I turn my hand to pull it sideways over her clit, then push it back over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her breathing is faster but deep. Her abs contract as need makes her shift her weight from one foot to the other. I reach around her with my free hand and land a smack that nearly pushes her forward. I return to the dresser, retrieving a crop.

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