Page 92 of Daddy, Sir

Chuckling, Drew tugged on the laces again, and she felt them loosen, the corset sagging around her, and she sucked in a belly breath rather than breathing through her chest the way she hadto when the laces were tight. Her body slumped slightly, no longer forced to stand completely straight by the rigid boning.

“Because ‘Baby’ is Jenson’s call sign, remember? I wouldn’t have any trouble differentiating the two of you, but I also don’t need him popping into my head while I do things like this.” With a swift motion, he popped the front clasps of the corset, baring her upper torso and letting it drop to the floor so he could fill his hands with her breasts. Naomi moaned as he cupped the soft flesh, kneading it, his fingers seeking her nipples and gripping them in a hard pinch. All the while, her hands hung by her sides, not knowing what to do. “And you, sweet girl, are just going to stand here and let Daddy take care of everything.”

Okay, she could definitely get used to this Daddy thing.

Not only did he make it sound sexy when he said it, but he apparently did mean that he was going to take care of everything. After kneading her breasts for a few moments and kissing up the side of her neck until she wanted to whimper and sink into a puddle of arousal on the floor, he ran his hands over her sides. That felt damn good, too, her skin tingling from the aftereffects of the corset. He soothed away some of the ridges where the boning had dug into her skin and left an impression.

Naomi sighed. A lot of Doms didn’t think to do this, but it felt so damn good to have his big hands moving over her, rubbing her sensitive skin, easing some of the discomfort from the corset. It was as thoughtful as it was arousing.

He pulled her skirt down, making a noise of approval when he found she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Claudia hadn’t let her—she really had been determined to get Naomi laid, and even though Naomi hadn’t thought she would actually go through with a one-night stand, it had been easier not to argue with the Domme. Now, his appreciation for the discovery made her glad she had given in.

“Very pretty,” he murmured, then he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the front of her pussy.

Noami cried out, her hands going to his head, the short bristles of his hair under her fingers rubbing against them. His hands came up between her legs, forcing them apart as he cupped her buttocks with both hands to hold her up as his tongue pushed between her folds, sliding over her clit.

“Oh God…” She moved her hips forward, trying to press her pussy more firmly against his tongue, her clit throbbing as pleasure pulsed—then he was pulling away, grinning up at her.

“Not God, just ‘Daddy’ is okay.”

Noami groaned at both the joke and the loss of contact, then whimpered again as he released her ass and slid his hands down her legs. He undid the straps of her shoes, holding a hand out for her to lean on him with as she stepped out of the sandals. The couple of inches made it unlikely he was going to bury his mouth in her pussy again now, at least while they were standing, which was disappointing.

Every part of her ached with need. He had her so wound up, yet he hadn’t even gotten through half the things he said he was going to do to her. Drew apparently liked to tease and play and torment, and she was loving it as much as she hated it.

“Good girl,” he said, running his hands up the backs of her legs to her bottom again, giving it another squeeze as he pressed his lips to her stomach, kissing the soft part just underneath her belly button. “Such a pretty girl.”

She preened at the praise, not even bothered by being called ‘girl,’ which sometimes sounded patronizing when some Doms said it. From him, it sounded like a high compliment, the same as if he called her a goddess.

“Stand right here, sweet girl,” he ordered. “I’ll be right back.”

Apparently, he hadn’t originally planned to play tonight either because he moved over to the cupboards where thetoys for sale were stored. Clamps and a plug were two things that were for sale in there, along with a number of spanking implements, dildos, cock rings, and condoms.

Naomi pressed her thighs together as her need throbbed between them.

Chapter Four

Drew

Clamps, condom, plug, and lube.

He chose rubber-tipped adjustable clamps since he didn’t know Naomi’s pain tolerance. Plus, he didn’t get off on hardcore sadism. Knowing her nipples would be tightly pinched, the blood flow restricted, making them extra sensitive when the clamps came off, was exactly his speed. For the same reason, he chose a medium-sized plug, something that would stretch her but not challenge her… too much.

If she’d been hesitant at the idea of a plug, he would have gone for the smallest size, but since she had responded with excitement, he felt secure in choosing a size up from that. And the lube was necessary.

Turning around, he admired the pretty picture she made, standing there naked with her legs a little more than shoulder-width apart, watching him with an eager expression. Her hands hung at her sides, waiting. Either she was turned on enough to forget to be bratty, or she’d realized she’d get what she wanted sooner if she was a good girl.

His cock pressed against the front of his jeans, eager to be released, which was the reason he was keeping his clothes on right now. Once they were off, it would be a hell of a lot harder to contain himself.

“Good girl,” he said, enjoying the way the edges of her lips tipped up in a small smile at the accolade. Yeah, she liked being called that.

He had a feeling she liked being called a ‘bad girl’ just as much, though.

Sauntering back to her, he opened up the clamps as he moved, letting the chain drop from the plastic so she could see it hang down. The little clinking sound it made wasn’t inherently threatening, but her eyes widened all the same, her tongue flicking out to nervously wet her lower lip. Drew held them up for her to see.

“Over to the bed,” he said after showing them to her. “I want you to sit on the edge of it.”

There was plenty of other equipment in the room he could have utilized, but with her sitting on the bed, he should be able to kneel in front of her and be right at breast height. Besides, he wasn’t really the fancy equipment kind of guy. He enjoyed watching others do it, but he’d always preferred to keep it simple.

Noami scooted over to the bed and sat down, her legs slightly open. Following her there, Drew grinned as he knelt down in front of her, pushing her knees farther apart so he could wedge his body between them. Dropping his purchases on the bed beside her, he reached around her to curve his hands under her butt and yank her forward, so her legs spread wide open. She made a cute little squeaking sound as she was moved so her breasts were directly in his face.

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