Page 17 of Unwrap Me

“Yes, please, Daddy!” I rush to say, and that only serves to make Chris grin. I want nothing more than to finally feel him inside of me.

“Greedy.” He tsks as his hand wraps around the front of my throat, using his grip to pull me up until I’m standing. His free hand slips between my legs, finding me exactly how he wants me. There’s no question I’m ready for him. Chuckling, his grin widens. “But that’s okay. I’m going to use this greedy little pussy until she can’t take anymore. How many times do you think you can come in one night, baby girl?”

10

Idon’t get a second to answer. Not that I think I could if I wanted to. Chris turns me around, pushing me forward until I crawl onto the bed.

“Stay like that,” he orders, and I pause my motions, holding myself on my hands and knees while I wait for him to do something…anything. He doesn’t immediately move to fuck me. Instead, he admires me, moving around the bed to look at my body. I feel like a show pony, my body flushing and tingling with awareness. My tits are hanging lewdly, and my entire pussy is on display.

“Do you want to come before I fuck you, baby?” he asks, his hand roaming over the swell of my ass. I can still feel the sting of the flogger from when he punished me earlier as I answer him.

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

“Well, since you said please.” I can practically hear his grin as he moves to stand behind me. His fingers brush my swollen pussy lips, pushing between them and coating himself in my juices easily. I moan as soon as he thrusts inside of me. One finger quickly becomes two, curling in the perfect way to make my eyes roll back.

My legs shake as he finds his rhythm, using my body as his own personal puppet.

“Fuck,please,” I moan, gripping the sheets beneath me. “Please, I need-”

“What, hmm?” he asks, his tone on the edge of mocking. “What do you need, little slut?”

A rush of pleasure zips down my spine, building me up even more. I’m beyond desperate. A bundle of nerves on the edge, just waiting to fall into awaiting bliss.

“I need to come,” I whimper, breathless and needy.

“I know, baby,” Chris says, softer now as he coaxes my release. “You’ve been whining to come all night, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Get on your back, then,” he says, pulling his fingers from me, slapping my ass. It jolts me, and my pussy pulses around his missing fingers, but I listen, turning and lying down on my back.

Chris walks away, moving to the dresser and grabbing something before he stalks back over to me. He holds up the object, two strips of red silk. “Put your hands above your head.”

I eagerly comply as he rounds the bed. “I’m going to restrain you, sweet girl, and then I’m finally going to give you what you’ve been begging for.” Wrapping the silk around my wrists, he works slowly as I wiggle, my pussy aching for his attention.

Finally, when he’s done, he looks down, his eyes roaming over his handiwork. He seems pleased with himself, a sly grin tugging at the edges of his lips. I pull on my wrists, noticing that they’re connected to something. Looking behind myself the best I can, my eyes follow the red silk to where it ties around the headboard. He connected my wrists to the fucking bed.

I can’t even be bothered to care that I’m not going anywhere soon as his fingers trail over my exposed skin, stopping to pinch each of my nipples as he makes his way back between my thighs.

Working his way down my body, he peppers me with kisses. Some gentle, some nipping, and others soothing his love bites with a swirling tongue. He lingers at my hipbone, his lips caressing the skin there, teasing me before he finally moves his mouth lower. My entire body is shaking from the inside out, my core throbbing so violently that I think I’ll scream with relief from just one kiss in the right place. But Chris takes his sweet time.

It feels like hours before his tongue finally laps over my pussy, causing my back to arch and my lips to pop open on a silent moan. He licks my oversensitive core over and over, slowly, teasing the flames he’s stoked countless times tonight, barely grazing my clit. And I know it’s intentional. He feasts on me like he has all the time in the world, even as I whine and beg for more.

“Shh.” He lifts his head, eyeing me sternly. “Don’t rush me, baby girl. You don’t want me to have to punish you again, do you?”

“No, Daddy.” I can only whimper breathlessly, writhing against his face. My head is cloudy, all other thoughts have drifted into the abyss. Right now, my only focus is on the intense pleasure Chris is winding up.

“I didn’t think so,” he says, and then drops his head going back to work, his beard scratching my inner thighs just how I imagined.

Finally, his tongue finds my clit, circling the bundle of nerves at an agonizingly slow pace. I’m about to open my mouth and whine again, when I feel his finger prod my entrance. His tongue speeds up then, lapping and flicking at my clit while he curls his fingers inside me, finding the spot that makes my legs shake with ease.

“I’m gonna come!” I shout, my voice shrill as Chris continues his ministrations.

When my orgasm crashes over me, it’s more powerful than any sensation I’ve ever felt before. The pressure that’s wound itself up tight in my core releases, coating my entire body in a buzzing sensation. I scream through the waves of pleasure until my voice is raw, not sure if I’m screaming Chris’s name orDaddyon repeat.

Warm tingles coat my body with goosebumps as I finally come down from the high, my throat hoarse and limbs trembling. When I open my eyes, I find Chris wiping my juices from his chin and bringing his fingers to his lips. He holds eye contact as he sucks them clean.

“You taste delicious, baby girl. The sweetest present I’ve ever had.”

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