“I don’t remember.” His grinned widened. “But they’ll have to do.” He stepped behind her, shoving his bare foot between hers and kicking them out wide. “I’m going to have to strip search you first—prison rules.”
The cuffs made a jingling sound when he shoved them into the back pocket of his jeans, then he grabbed the hem of her dress. Not one to play too easily, she didn’t raise her arms up for him.
“Sam, arms up or I’ll tear it.” The promise didn’t go unheeded. She put her hands in the air and the dress swished right off her body. The chill in the room brushed across her naked nipples, hardening them into peaks.
Her arms were pulled back behind her again, and the fuzzy cuffs locked into place.
“They tickle.” She laughed.
With a tight fist in her hair, he dragged her head back until she was pressed into his chest and barely able to see his expression. Dark and devious.
Delicious.
A slight tremor ran through her body the longer he stared down at her.
“Don’t worry, little prisoner, you won’t be giggling for long.” He propelled her forward and shoved her to her knees. “Face me,” he ordered, and she scrambled around on her knees until she was face-to-crotch with him.
His long, thick fingers worked the button and zipper of his jeans. She licked at her parched lips, already craving more. He shoved his jeans down and kicked out of them, sending them across the room. Her eyes focused intently on his cock bobbing in front of her. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, wanting a taste, but his hand went back into her hair, pulling her away.
“No, no, no, little prisoner, you have to earn this cock first. You’ll have to answer a few questions.”
She blinked.
“Like what?” She shuffled on her knees, trying to arch upward enough to alleviate some of the strain on her hair.
He bent over, bringing his face closer to hers. His gaze held her captive. “Why is your ass so red?”
Heat coursed through her veins.
“I got a spanking last night.”
“Who spanked you?” He narrowed his eyes.
Her heart was in a breakneck race with her breathing. The musky scent of his aftershave mingled with the dominating set of his jaw stirred her insides into a frenzy of desire.
“My Daddy,” she whispered, lowering her lashes slightly.
He gave a soft laugh.
“That’s right. And why did your Daddy spank your ass?”
“Because I was naughty.” This wasn’t part of her punishment, was it? To have to relive it and have him be upset with her all over again? It would be too much. She didn’t want to go back to being sad; she wanted the slate clean.
“That’s right,” he said in a husky tone. “But you’re not naughty now, are you, little girl? You’re my dirty little prisoner. Isn’t that right?” He nudged her chin when she started to lower it.
A playful smile crept across her lips. She could get on board with this game. Hell yes, she could.
“I’m your dirty little prisoner.”
He flicked his tongue over her lips. “That’s right, sweetheart. You’re Daddy’s dirty little prisoner. Now, open your mouth for me.” He straightened up to his full height, leaving his fist buried in her hair.
His cock nudged past her lips before she could completely comply. The slick, round head of his dick surged over her tongue until it hit the back of her throat. She coughed, but her Daddy wouldn’t give her a break. Daddy liked to take her throat rough.
“That’s so good.” He thrust again and again while she tried to suckle and lick him. “Fuck yes, like that, Sam.” He pulled his cock out and held it up against his belly. “Get the underside.” He pushed her head into him, and she wrapped her lips around the bottom and sucked hard, moving up to the tip and back down. His grip relaxed enough to give her freedom to move along his shaft.
“Fuck.” He stepped back, letting go of his cock. It bobbed in front of her lips again. Too far to reach with him holding her back, but she tried, sticking her tongue out to lick the pearl of moisture slipping out of the very tip.
“I want inside you.” He let go of her hair and hoisted her up by her armpits. She grunted from the swift motions.