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“I know I'm staring, but I just had to look at you. I ain't never seen a body this beautiful before. I feel like it should be immortalized in one of them Greek sculptures.” Her gaze lowered, as she covered as much of her bits she could with her hands.

“You don't have to over exaggerate.”

“What’d I tell you? No more thinking. And no covering up the things about your body that I find sexy. Every curve…every dimple…every dip on your body, is captivating. I’ll finish you off by making you hurt. But first I'm going to make my sweet girl feelsofucking good. Now. I need you on of your knees.”

Fifteen

Pretty

I didn't know what I was thinking, getting naked in my playroom for the man who was hired to protect me. The Irish mobster was so dominating. Commanding in ways I wasn't used to a man being. He was young and he was handsome, and how he had compelled me, it was hard not to fall victim to his spell.

Just as he asked, I lowered to my knees, his intense stare burning into me, his eyes so piercing I wasn't sure what was going through his head. With a light caress of his fingertips, he brushed it along my cheeks, trailing down to my neck and collarbone. When he reached my breasts, I'll admit I'd been a tad insecure. They hung lower than they used to, but it had been years since they’d been touched, so a part of it was just nice feeling his hands there.

“You have such a beautiful body. A body I can't wait to make feel good.” He reached for the buckle of his belt, slipping it out the loop of his pants, as he held it out in front of him. “Part of my darkness needs to see you with my belt around your neck. I won't make it too tight, but I won't be taking it off you either. Do I have your permission to put it on?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, burying down the feeling that the thought made me uncomfortable, but that it also made me curious. Carefully, he wrapped the belt around my neck, keeping his promise to not tie it too tight. He took the long end of the strap in his hands, holding it like one would hold a dog leash.

“Now, I want you to crawl for me. I need you toshowme that you can be perfectly obedient for me. I've dreamed about seeing you on your knees and nothing makes me want to cherish you more than seeing how well you can follow an order. I'm going to stand, and you're going to walk with me. Is that understood?” I answered with a nod, but a nod didn’t satisfy him, not with what he said next.

“In this space, I need to hear your words. Not just a nod, but an actual yes or no,” he clarified. With a bite to my lip, I anxiously replied.

“Yes, Daddy,” I blurted out quickly, catching my mistake. Red streaked my cheeks at my faux pas, driving me to correct myself. “I mean yes, Paddy.” Only I wasn’t expecting the villainous smile that crept onto his lips. When he smiled, he was always so striking. So damn striking where it was downright frightening.

“Is that what you want me to be for you? Do you want me to be your Daddy? Someone who takes care of you. The man that takes your responsibility away? Someone who strikes your curvy arse when someone's being a needy little whore?” At that, the word had taken on a whole new meaning. Thatwaswhat I wanted. Someone to make me feel carefree and worriless. Something I’d never had.

“Yes, Daddy,” I cried, as the title felt more natural leaving my lips a second time.

“Well, let's get started then.” He came to a stand, pulling at the belt for me to follow him. He took his time in his strides,leading me to his apartment below, something that felt like such a long way when you were naked and on your knees.

Anyone could have walked in and seen me like this, being led around like a pet. But the closer we came into contact with his room, the lower my inhibitions had become. I had been so wet I was dripping, anticipating what he would ask of me next. The second he closed his bedroom door, he bent down to greet me, tucking loose hair behind my ear as he reached in for a light kiss.

“Mmm...my sweet girl did so well for me. I need you to get on the bed for me, and I'll explain what I'm going to do to you. With a pull of his belt I stood, climbing on his made bed.

My mouth salivated when he took his shirt off. The man's body had truly unsettled me. Hard and sculpted, I hadn’t even thought I liked that sort of thing. As I remembered the description of his Raven tattoos being Celtic inspired, I had to admit they added danger to his pretty boy appearance, and the dog tags he wore around his neck looked deliciously sexy against his chiseled chest.

“First, I'm going to tease you. Get you all worked up. Desperate and begging for more. I want to see where you hit your limit and teach you how to take more for me. Because I've never met a woman who couldn't strive for more.” I swallowed hard, not just out of fear but excitement. It wasn't always easy getting me there. I learned how to touch myself, and that was substantial in case a man I’d been with finished before me. I didn't even know what my limit was because I was lucky if I even gotone.At this point, I didn't know what to expect.

“Then I'm going to paddle you. There are safe areas to strike you. Your bum, your thighs. I won't do it as hard as I like because it's your first time. I want to taste the waters, but it'll be hard enough to bring it forth tears. After today, I only want you crying over thingsIdo to you. No more shedding tears over missed anniversaries. Or wasted dinners. I only want to see tearsstreaming down your pretty face whenIhurt you. That being said, I don't want to take you too far. If at any point I’m being too much for you, you tell me a word. Any word. So, when I hear it, I know to turn things down a bit. But you got to make the word something unusual, not something I would mistake for your begging or moaning.”

I lowered my gaze, confused at the sudden ask. The first thing that popped in my head was the tea I had this morning. No one would ever mistake that word for anything sexual.

“Chamomile.” He took the belt’s length back into his hand, wrapping it around his palm to draw me in closer.

“So, if I asked you, would you like me to brew you some chamomile, I’m asking if you need a break? Do you understand? It's all right if you nod this time,” he explained, so I answered him with a nod.

“Where would you like me, Daddy?” Another smile lit up his face.

“Well, my face would be a good start.” I gasped, knowing that he couldn't actually be serious. Because of my size, some things had felt off limits. Things I never worried about when I was slim. Besides, no one had ever licked me there, which I couldn't say the same, because I actually liked taking dick into my mouth and bringing a man to orgasm. I'd yet to get the same offer.

“You want me to sit on your face? What if I hurt you?” He tapped the side of my head, waving a disappointed finger at me.

“What did I tell you about thinking? Abandon your thoughts and do what you're told. I already counted two times where you didn't listen to me, something I will make you pay for with my paddle. I'm the only one who will be doing the hurting,” he said, as he laid on his back on the bed, tugging at the belt for me to mount him.

I crawled on top of him, not stopping until my crotch aligned with his face. He loosened the grip on his belt, spreading my lips open with his calloused but gentle touch.

“I ain't never seen no waxed cunt before. Let me appreciate how thick and plump your pussy lips are. Mmm…I bet you taste as good as you look,” he husked, taking my already swollen clit between his sexy mouth.

This man had beautiful lips. The fullest I had ever seen on a man without it looking feminine. The way it looked to watch his lips wrapped around my clit was motivation enough to come on his tongue. But with it being a first for me, I wanted to hold out longer to see how good he’d make me feel.

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