Page 102 of Mob Bride

“Try not to scream my name too loudly.” His smile is pure sex and sin.

“I—I—don’t know.” I don’t. I’m too surprised.

He guides me out of the bathroom but stops at the closet.

“Stand at the foot of the bed facing it.”

His command isn’t one to disobey. It excites me, but a shiver of apprehension courses through me when I realize he has ahandful of ties as he approaches. Without a word, he grasps my right wrist and raises it over my head as he positions me in front of one of the tall bedposts. He wraps a tie around it before lifting my left one next to my right. I don’t know if it’s some fancy boy scout knot or what, but I can’t budge. He bends and fastens my ankles to the post just like he did my wrists.

“This isn’t punishment. Just the opposite. You’ve been so brave,cailín. You impress me over and over. I was so terrified they’d take me from you. That I wouldn’t protect you. Your calm’s kept me from losing my shite. I want to show you how much I appreciate that.”

“Thank you, Daddy. I want whatever’s coming.”

“If you change your mind, safe word, Carrie.”

“I know.”

I close my eyes, unsure what to expect. It’s the tip of the tie that runs down the length of my back, barely skimming over me. It draws all my attention, so I’m unprepared for the first spank. I jerk forward, and my clit rubs the bedpost as my back arches. I turn to look over my shoulder. I can guess nothing from his expression. He glides the tie up my right ribs, and it tickles. I try to shy away, but the next spank lands on my horizontal crack, pushing my ass up. It rubs my clit against the wood again.

The way he’s stretched me, my tits are on each side of the post. He shifts and pinches my left nipple. He tugs, increasing the pressure as the next two spanks send me onto my toes. I’m unprepared for all of this, but especially when he lets go of my stinging nipple and immediately slaps it. It’s painful, and my pussy aches for him to slip inside me.

“Daddy.”

It’s more a moan than a word.

“Yes, little girl?”

“I—” I don’t know what to say.

“Do you want to ask me to finger you?”

I nod.

“Do you want to ask me to suck on your clit?

I nod again.

“Do you want to ask me to fuck your arse?”

“Good God, yes.”

His chuckle makes me squeeze my thighs. If a sound could be decadent, it would be Shane’s voice.

“I don’t think you’re ready for any of those things.”

“I am.”

“I’m certainyouthink so. But last I checked, your cunt belongs to me now. I decide.”

“Could you decide to fuck me?”

I swallow my scream as his next three spanks are harder than the earlier ones.

“I could, but I won’t. Your body belongs to me,cailín. You won’t convince me to do anything sooner thanIwant. You’re mine to pleasure, and this won’t be quick. And before you suggest I want to get off, so we should fuck, you should know the view from where I’m standing is magnificent. I’m going to take my time and appreciate it.”

His hand runs up the length of my back before I feel his chest press against it. He nips my earlobe before kissing right behind it.

“I own your orgasms, little girl. I give them, and I keep them. You’ll get plenty tonight, but not yet. Do you know why?”

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