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“Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop. Hard limits are anything that will draw blood or involves bodily fluids that aren’t sexual. Soft limits are any kind of impact play that cause bruising or marks. You?”

“You’re rushing things, little one.”

His response has my heart sinking. Does he not want this, too?

He must read something in my expression because he rushes to add, “I want it too, baby, but I want to make sure it’s good for you.”

“So? I’ve given you a brief rundown of what I don’t like. If you do anything that doesn’t work for me, I’ll use my safewords.”

“You sure?”

I nod in answer before asking him again, “Now, what about you, Daddy? What are your limits?”

“I’m pretty much on par with you,” he says, rubbing his hands through his hair before a smile splits his face, “but my punishment? It runs more towards the fun side than the pain-induced side. If you’d like a sexual spanking I can help you out, but I’m definitely more of a Service Top.”

His words excite me. It also makes a heck of a lot of sense.

“I can deal with that.”

Chapter 14

Johannes

She’s stunning. Kneeling there in front of me, waiting for me to make the next move. I get up from the couch and take her hand in mine, leading her to the bedroom. Once she’s standing in front of my bed I take my time undressing her.

With slow, torturous movements, I lift her pink polka-dot shirt over her head, revealing her pert breasts to the chilly air. Her nipples are beautifully pebbled, begging for attention, and I’m quick to give in. Bending over, I take one in my mouth, sucking on it until she’s mewling with pleasure. My hands move to her skirt and tights and push them down her hips as I move to her other breast.

I sink down to my knees so I can pull her clothes down all the way. Holding onto my shoulders, she steps out of them. Once she’s free of her clothing, her naked cunt is right in front of my face. I take a deep breath before lifting one leg over my shoulder, giving me easier access to the honey pot I’ve been dreaming of tasting for days now.

Her hands grab hold of my head, her fingers digging into my hair as I lick from the bottom of her slit to her clit, circling the little nub with my tongue.

Her breathless moans are music to my ears and I savor the taste of her arousal in my mouth. I delve my tongue into her depths, fucking her with slow strokes. It doesn’t take much before she’s coming on my face and I wrap my arms around her middle. I stand up from the floor, her pussy still in my face and take slow steps to the bed, where I gently lay her down.

I move back and take a moment to admire her naked form. She’s got curves in all the right places, and her small breasts are just the perfect mouthful. She’s so petite I’m halfway terrified of breaking her, but I’m tired of fighting my need for her.

Moving to the side of the bed, I catch her following every step I take.

“I don’t ever bring play partners home, Little Mouse, so I don’t have any of the toys I’d like to use on you here, but I’ll make do with a couple of ties, and then the two of us can do some online shopping tomorrow.”

In answer, she bites her lips and nods.

I take it as consent that she’s good with me binding her hands, so I grab two of the ties Andre makes me wear to his formal functions and attach both her wrists to my headboard. The whole time I pause in my ministrations to torture her breasts with little nibbles and licks.

Once I’m satisfied that her hands are secure but won’t have the circulation cut off, I start taking off my own clothes. The way her eyes travel down my body, obviously taking in each scar, each tattoo, as my skin becomes exposed makes me feel seen, sexy. For once, I have no worries that my partner is scared of me. It’s a heady feeling and I love it.

“Precious girl, I’ve been dreaming of sinking into your wet heaven since you broke into this bloody place. I’ll take my time tomorrow. But tonight?” I pause, waiting, ensuring I have all of her attention on me and not the very hard, naked cock I have in my hand. When she meets my gaze again, I continue, “Tonight I’m going to fuck that pretty little pussy until you can’t walk straight for the rest of the week.”

And the cheeky little minx answers, “Yes please, Daddy”.

Zanya

That man is hung. Like a horse.

It’s gonna hurt in the best way possible. He moves to the end of the bed and slowly crawls until he’s bent over my body. The crown of that delicious looking cock pokes at my entrance. But he doesn’t push in. Instead his hand moves to my clit and does the most divine little flicks at my nub, making my body arch off the bed.

“Gotta make sure you’re nice and loose for me, Little Mouse. I wanna sink into that cunt so bad, but I’m not gonna hurt you, baby.”

He still has the evidence of my arousal on his beard, my juices sitting there plain as daylight, but yet he continues to push me closer and closer to another orgasm. Zings of pleasure rush through my body and as my release washes over me again, he pushes into me with that huge dick.

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