Page 56 of Until Daddy

She scrambled onto the bed on her back, watching him as he pulled the strip of leather this way and that before tugging it free from the loops.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded, holding the belt in one hand. It was already doubled over.

She wanted to protest, to ask what he was going to do, but his eyes told her it would be best for her to be obedient, to express the trust she finally admitted to herself she held for him. Her legs spread apart, her wet pussy now on display to him.

He didn’t strike her as she had anticipated. He draped the belt over her mons and left it there, the leather touching her sensitive, wanting, hungry clit while he stripped out of his clothing.

Damn, he was powerful. His sculpted chest, chiseled abs, all of this physical strength made him a beauty to behold, but it was his concentration on her, his own self-discipline, that made her body ache for his.

He climbed on the bed, never taking his gaze off her as he did so. Lifting the belt from her pussy, he unfolded it. “Hands,” he ordered.

Shaking but obedient, she put out her hands to him. The leather was wrapped around both wrists several times.

“Over your head, now,” he ordered again. His voice was as raw as his expression.

She moved her arms to where he wanted them, and again he shifted on the bed. He worked the small end of the belt through the slats of her headboard and worked the buckle closed, effectively binding her to the bed.

He looked over the length of her, his lips wet and parted, and his cock pressing against her arm. Hishardcock.

“Keep being a good girl,” he said in a much softer tone, and trailed his hand along her collarbone. An electric spark ignited when he began to drag his fingers down her body, through the valley between her breasts, down the length of her belly, and stopped right at the spot above her clit.

“Please.” She whispered her plea, but the desperation was there all the same. If he didn’t touch her soon, she would shatter.

His middle finger pressed down on her clit and she arched her hips up to him, unable to stop herself. Completely lost in her own desire. He moved lower until his finger toyed with her entrance, just circling the rim.

“Oh, please!” she begged again, spreading her legs wider.

“Please what, Carissa-girl? Tell me exactly what you want right now.” He wasn’t watching her face, he had his gaze locked on his own hand, her pussy.

“Please put your finger inside of me, two, three, please!” She could hear her own desperation but it didn’t matter. Shewasdesperate.Completely at his service and his whim.

“Remember, I haven’t said you can come. I could toy with you like this, fuck you with my fingers like this—” He thrust two fingers into her pussy, and she moaned at the suddenly full sensation. “I could fuck you like this and never let you come.”

“Yes, I know.” She nodded. He might and he could, she knew that, knew by the determination in his eyes that it could very well be part of her punishment for acting such a brat earlier that she not get to explode with pleasure. But she would be able to bring him his joy. He would have fun playing with her, and he’d find his own fulfillment, and even that, even being used in that way, would bring her a sense of completion.

His fingers continued to work in and out of her while the heel of his palm brushed against her clit.

“You are so beautiful being fucked like this. Tied to your bed, waiting to see if I’ll give you what you want. Wondering if I’m going to stop finger fucking you and instead fuck you with my cock. Wondering if I’ll let you come, or if I’ll leave you wanting.”

“Please.” It was the only word her brain seemed to be able to handle.

He laughed.

“Clean my fingers.” He pulled out of her pussy and brought his glistening fingers to her mouth, shoving them in before she was ready. Licking her own juices from his fingers made her want everything more.

“Good girl.”

He pulled away and moved again on the bed, this time to kneel between her legs.

Again, his fingers touched her sex, pulling her lips apart, almost too far apart, before the fat of his thumb played with her clit.

She nearly shot off the bed with the sharp peak in pleasure and he laughed again.

“I think my girl likes when Daddy’s completely in control. I think you like being tied down and used.”

“Yes!” She clasped her hands together.

He shifted his weight and grasped the base of his cock, pressing the head against her pussy entrance.

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