Page 62 of Daddy Devious

When he finally returns to my side, my eyes lock on the leather in his hands. “What’s that for?”

“Since Caleb won’t be joining us, I need something to keep you in place.” The mattress dips under his weight as he kneels beside me, and a moment later soft fur encircles one wrist, and then the other.

When he releases me, I give the restraints a tug, fear skittering across my nerve endings when my arms barely budge. Craning my neck, I realize the cuffs are attached to some kind of ring that’s been drilled into the wooden headboard above me.

I am well and truly captured, and he didn’t even need any help to do so.

A wicked sort of pleasure glimmers in his pale eyes as he reaches for my diaper, stripping it from me with quick, efficient movements. Baring me completely to his gaze.

It isn’t the first time, of course. But there’s something about having my hands bound like this, about being so completely at his mercy that heightens every sensation, turning the normal into the extraordinary.

“You are everything I ever dreamed of, Victoria. And if I have to tie you to the bed and fuck your sweet little bottom every night until you believe me, then that’s exactly what I’ll do.”

“I believe you,” I whisper as he reaches for something at the end of the bed.

“You will. Spread your legs, Victoria.”

Swallowing hard, I force my legs apart, leaving me even more exposed than before. And when he slides the thick rubber in his hand into my dripping pussy, I’m reminded of the rest of his proposed punishment.

Before I can even think enough to protest, the thing in my pussy comes to life, vibrating both inside me and against my clit. I arch up with a gasp, yanking at my restraints without thinking.

“Just for tonight, you do not need my permission to come. In fact, you have not only my permission to do so as often as possible, you can consider it an order.”

“Y-yes, Daddy!” I cry out as the vibrator pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

“Good girl.” Stepping back from the bed, Daddy reaches for his tie, slowly pulling it free from his collar as he watches me gasp and writhe on the bed. “I think I’ll simply watch for a moment. You are so beautiful when you come, you know.”

In what seems like no time at all, the first orgasm crashes over me, flooding my body with pleasure. But as I’ve learned over the past month, my Daddy is rarely ever satisfied with just one.

And yet, I can’t stop myself from whining and tugging at the restraints as the vibrator relentlessly tortures my sensitive clit. “Daddy, it’s too much!”

“Oh, little one,” he says with a chuckle as he shrugs out of his impeccably cut suit jacket, “we’re only getting started.”

Thankfully, the pain soon fades to pleasure as it always does and I’m lost to the waves of it washing over me with every buzz of the toy firmly lodged inside me. All the while, Daddy watches me, slowly stripping out of his clothes as a second orgasm wrecks me from the inside out.

Now there’s even more pain than before. Usually when Daddy is using his tongue or fingers to torment me, he givesme a little bit of a break between orgasms. But now there is no reprieve, and I sob quietly as my pussy clenches around the toy.

Stripped down to his bare skin at last, Daddy kneels between my thighs. I watch through tearful eyes as he pours lubricant into his palm and strokes his hard, thick cock.

“Doctor D assures me that your training with the plugs has been sufficient enough for you to take my cock in your bottom without damaging you. Not without hurting you, which is your bad luck I suppose. If you’d been a good girl, I would have taken the time to stretch you properly tonight. But you weren’t a good girl, were you, Victoria?”

“N-no, Daddy.”

Wrapping one hand around my left knee, he pushes my leg back, giving him all the access he needs to my bottom hole. My muscles clench instinctively when I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against that tight ring of muscle, and he…laughs.

“Just so you know”—he flexes his hips, pushing another inch inside me with a burning pain that already has me regretting my actions—“the more you fight me, the more it will hurt. And you should know by now how much I enjoy hurting you, little one.”

Because I do know, I close my eyes and try to force my body to relax, to accept his dominance over me. It’s hard, both because my instinct is to fight this shameful invasion and because the toy in my pussy has my muscles bracing for another painful orgasm.

“Good girl,” he praises with another thrust forward. It burns, being stretched like this with no preparation, and I can’t help but think Doctor D is a lying bastard.

“Daddy, it hurts.” I’m whining now, despite my desire to show him what a good girl I can be for him. Itdoeshurt and the buzzing against my clit has long since tipped from pleasure to pain, giving me no relief from my punishment. “I’ll never be naughty again, I swear!”

“We both know you won’t be able to keep that promise, little one.” Now he pulls back, just a little, and I’m able to breathe.

But only for a moment before he surges forward again, stretching and filling my bottom more than ever as I cry out for mercy. “Daddy, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“I know you are, little one.”

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