Page 96 of Use Me, Daddy

I tugged the dress higher, savoring the way his eyes tracked every inch of exposed skin. The dress slipped over my hips, then my waist, until I pulled it over my head. I tossed it aside, standing before him in just my lingerie.

His jaw tightened, his eyes roaming over my body like he was memorizing every curve, every detail. The air between us crackled, the tension palpable and electric.

For the first time, his hands pulled against the silk ties, his muscles flexing as he tested their strength.

I smiled, my fingers working the clasp of my bra loose. The straps slid down my shoulders, the fabric falling away to the floor. His breath hitched, barely audible, but the way his gaze lingered on me sent a thrill racing through my veins.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly, the words a stark contrast to the raw hunger in his eyes.

I stepped closer, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and sliding them down, the lace brushing against my skin before joining the pile of clothes at my feet. I stood there, completely bare, my heart pounding as I watched him take me in.

His wrists pulled against the silk ties again, harder this time. But he couldn’t get free. I’d tied him up tight.

“Untie me, Amy,” he said, his voice rough, almost pleading.

“No,” I said, smirking as I climbed up on the bed and straddled him, my hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “Not yet.”

His eyes blazed, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl.”

“Maybe,” I whispered, leaning in so our lips were barely an inch apart. “But I think we both know who’s really winning right now.”

His laugh was dark, filled with promise.

“Oh, baby girl,” he said, his voice a low purr. “Enjoy this moment while it lasts. Because when I’m free, you’re going to pay for every second of it.”

I smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “We’ll see about that, Daddy.”

“I mean it, little girl,” he promised, but I quieted him with a single roll of my hips, pressing my bare pussy against his cock. His piercing slid against my clit and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.

He was hard. Probably unbearably so.

“I know, Daddy. You’ll take me over your knee, redden my ass with your belt, and then fuck me until I scream and writhe and come for you, won’t you?” I mused, rolling my hips again, teasing and taunting him with my body.

He growled, the sound a bit lower, a bit more unhinged with desire.

It was driving me wild.

“You might fuck my pussy, but…” I began.

“Baby girl,” he warned.

“But you’ll probably punish my asshole with your big fat cock,” I continued, all while dragging my wet pussy up and down his shaft. I could feel him twitching beneath me and I smirked a little at my victory.

“I’ll fuck that pretty little ass as hard as you need it to be fucked,” he threatened, and my pussy clenched tight.

“I’m sure you will, Daddy,” I teased him and then I lifted my hips and adjusted his cock so that it was perfectly lined up with my entrance. “I’m sure that my spanking will sting and your cock inside my bottom will hurt, but you’re still kind of tied up here, at my mercy, aren’t you?”

“Baby girl…” His voice was guttural, deep and commanding, the sound vibrating through me as I straddled him, my fingers tracing lazy patterns over his bare chest.

“Let me hear you beg for me, Daddy,” I pressed, just hovering over his cock. He tried to press his hips upward, but I was prepared for that and lifted my hips just a bit higher.

“Let me go,” he demanded, and I shook my head, lowering myself just enough so that just the head of his pierced cock pushed inside me before I pulled back.

“Wait until I get a hold of my belt, little girl,” he growled.

“I know, Daddy,” I teased. He tugged at the bonds once more, but I’d tied them tight, and he wasn’t about to get free.

“You won’t be able to sit for a week after I’m through with you, baby girl,” he warned.

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