Page 75 of Use Me, Daddy

Which meant… No. My thighs tensed as I tried to close my legs, but with my ankles tied tight, they barely moved an inch.

He couldn’t mean to… to…

I couldn’t even think it.

I focused back on the clamps and gulped with nervous energy.

They were silver and gleaming, and my stomach pitched forward just thinking about them punishing my poor breasts. I shrankbackwards as he reached for my left breast, palming it, and rolling his fingers over my nipple before he opened the clamp and put it on me.

I cried out, the sudden pressure terrible and unyielding. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was definitely uncomfortable, and the fact that he had two more to go was making me more than a little anxious.

I looked at him, searching his face for a hint of sympathy, but his eyes were dark and intense, focused solely on his task.

He continued with the second; the expected flash of pain radiated across my right breast, and I flinched. The second was worse than the first, the ache sharper, but there was nothing to do other than for me to take it, to suffer through it because that’s what Daddy had decided I needed.

“Would you have met with Santini without me, baby girl?” he pressed, and I chewed the inside of my cheek.

“I…” I started, then stopped, unsure of how to admit the truth without making things worse.

“Don’t lie to me, baby girl,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against my jaw before it descended to circle my clamped nipple. “Tell Daddy the truth.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek harder, debating whether I could soften the truth, but the look in his eyes told me he already knew the answer.

“Yes,” I admitted finally, my voice barely above a whisper. “I thought about it.”

His jaw tightened for a brief moment, but then he exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable.

“I see,” he said, his voice calm but laced with something dangerous.

“Aleksei—” I began, but he cut me off with a firm look.

“Do you know why that’s a problem, baby girl?” he asked, his tone still measured, but there was an edge to it now that made my heart race.

“Because… because it was reckless,” I said, swallowing hard.

“Because it was reckless,” he agreed, leaning in closer, his face only inches from mine. “I’ve told you before,” he continued, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, “you’re mine. And that means you don’t make moves like this without me. Ever.”

My cheeks burned, a mix of shame and defiance flaring inside me. My nipples throbbed and I shifted, trying to alleviate the pain, but nothing would make it better.

“I wasn’t trying to go behind your back,” I said softly. “I just… I wanted to prove that I could be useful.”

His lips quirked into a faint, almost amused smile. “Baby girl, you don’t need to prove anything to me. You’re already mine and I love every single thing about you.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the gentleness in his tone. But before I could process it, his fingers tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.

“You should know, though, little girl, Daddy isn’t going to be gentle.”

A shiver ran through me, the promise in his words sending a mixture of fear and excitement swirling in my chest.

His hands trailed down my body until they found the clamps on each of my nipples. Without warning, he tightened them, the pressure increasing until it was nearly excruciating. I cried out, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as the pain washed over me.

Then he lightly slapped each breast.

It wasn’t enough to truly hurt, but it was more than enough to send a jolt of pain through me, and I writhed, trying to escape the sensation, but the ropes held fast. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.

“Now,” he whispered, his voice filled with dark promise, “It’s time for me to spank this sopping wet pussy bright pink.”

His hand dropped between my thighs and before I could even think about twisting or turning away, the flats of his fingers came down on my sensitive flesh with a wet-sounding splat.

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