Page 61 of Paddy

“That doesn't sound that bad. How would it be different than other times?” He scratched his brow, his contrasting eyes looking surprisingly innocent.

“Well, for one, I've never had you bound. Nothing ever seems that bad until you lose control of your actions. Especially whenyou can't fight or push me away.” Running my fingers through his hair, I rested my chin on his head.

“I guess I gotta just keep an open mind. Put a yes next to that.”

“Grand!” he said, scribbling something down. “On to the next thing. I have this fantasy where I work you up, but instead of letting you come, I cease all efforts to put you in a world of frustration. Up until this point, it's all about making you feel good. But the idea of denying you, I don't know, it just does something to me.” My brows furrowed in confusion.

“Um, that sounds pretty sadistic.” He pursed his lips.

“What happened to having an open mind?” he said with a tilt to his head. “The goal would be to get you to the point of desperation. Needing to be used. Begging for it.” That did sound thrilling, although I did doubt whether or not I could handle it. But in Paddy's hands, I felt safe and I trusted him. He hadn’t let me down so far.

“Fine! When you put it that way…”

“Grand! Next up is a bit of cock worship. But not just sucking it to make me come like you usually do. But like throat fucking your mouth. Making you gag. Seeing you helpless and drooling. Working hard to get those tears to drop. Fuck, I'm even getting hard just thinking about it.”

It felt weird to even be talking about this sort of thing. Most men never communicated about anything, let alone sex. Things that felt scary seemed less scary when you talked about it first. I never realized how refreshing it was to be with a man who was so communicative. It made it often harder to remember that he was younger than me.

“Work me up. Worship your cock. Anything else on that paper?”

“No, but off and on, I’d just use you. Fuck you hard and rough. None of that gentle love making we've been waking up towhere I kiss you nice and hold you afterwards. I'd fuck you like I hate you. But I promise once I'm through with you, I’d pamper you like a princess.” I laughed.

“Youalwayspamper me like a princess,” I admitted, his hands caressing the tops of my thighs.

“So, is that a yes to everything?”

“Mmmhmm.” I nodded yes.

“Grand! Because I was thinking tonight would be more than a perfect time.

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He stripped me of all my clothes, exposed and bare for him as I felt powerless looking upon his fully clothed frame. There was an imposed power imbalance when you were forced to be on full display while another looked on and watched you.

You had to lock all your insecurities in a vault, because the more you thought about it, the more anxious it made you. Although the way Paddy looked at me, it was hard to remember that I had this big ole belly or breasts that didn't sit up as high as they used to. All he saw was the way he thought I should always feel about myself, and that was that I was a goddess.

“Before we start, remind me that you remember your safe word.” As I felt his hands reach for my elevated wrists, making sure the restraints weren’t too tight.

“Chamomile,” I repeated, to which he leaned in and rewarded me with a kiss.

“That's my sweet girl,” he said, as he blindfolded me, robbing me of my senses. Next it went quiet, leaving me standing there for minutes, confused on what he had planned to do. Relief set in when I felt him come up behind me, the sound of his belt unbuckling my only clue.

“First thing Daddy’s gonna do is use you for a bit. I ain't even gonna bother getting you wet first, ‘cause this fuck’s for me,” he warned, as I heard him spit that I assumed went to his hand, as next thing I knew, he plunged into me rough, clasping my hips hard against him.

Maybe I wasn't wet to begin with, but with what he provided, it still felt insanely good. And after a few good strokes, I was certain you couldn't tell what was him or me. I met his strokes eagerly, fueled by my own lust and wishing I could touch him.

“Oh, fuck, this feels so good. Feel me pounding this sweet little pussy, sweetheart? Feels good to be broken in, don’t it?” Paddy taunted, making sure I knew I had no other use but to make him feel good in this moment.

“Uh-huh,” I grit my teeth through each painstakingly deep thrust. I wanted to come so bad, but I wasn’t allowed to. This was for him.

“I get deep in my sweet girl, don’t I? Might as well since I’ve got no other use for her other than to be Daddy's fuck toy.” He groaned, the sounds of his pressing against me and his belt jingling, contrasted by my moans.

The rough use of my body alongside his deep, fast pounding drove me all the way insane. He fisted my hair from behind, his other hand gripped firm along my hip as his breathing became rougher, his pounding faster. Too fast for me to get any real pleasure from it.

“Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come.” His hand had shifted from my hair to my shoulder, and it wasn't long before he howled, pouring his everything into me, coating my core with his hot seed. He slapped my ass, pumping a few more strokes into me before he exited, leaving me a dripping mess, the sound of his desperate pants still fresh in my mind.

“Oh, fuck that was so good.” As he rested his head on my shoulder from behind, fondling my breasts and tummy, as his body came down from giving me a rough fuck.

“Next, you're gonna work on getting Daddy back up again.” Relief sat in when he unblindfolded me, lowering my suspended arms as he instructed me on my knees to wrap his belt around my neck. From there, he led me to a chair, but instead of keeping my hands free, he tied them behind me with a rope.

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