Page 22 of Her Bossy Daddy

“Yeah. We can agree on that.” Liam opened a drawer within reach then pulled out a row of baggie ties. He used the other hand to open another drawer and then tugged out a ball of twine.

I’m about to be tied like a present.Liam created two daisy-chain rings out of two connected ties. He looped a third around each wrist then secured it to the chain. The twine unraveled in two medium pieces, which he quickly tied to the handle of a drawer on each side of the island. My hands were immobilized. He held up a pair of medical shears.

“If your fingers go numb or get tingly? Tell me immediately.” Liam kissed my lips. “Get me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Right.” He rubbed his palms together. “Now, where was I? Oh, yeah.” He winked and returned his incredible mouth to each of my nipples. He alternated hard pinches and gentle sucking to each of them, and then he nipped the tender skin above my left boob. I squirmed.

“Sir!”

“Yeah?”

“Can you touch me somewhere else?”

“Well, love. Since you couldn’t follow directions you don’t get any more requests.” He pinched each nipple once more, harder than before. “You were going to get to touch me, but now you’ll have to wait.”

“So, now what?”

“Mm. Now I take away your senses. One by bloody one.” Liam kissed the valley between my breasts, along my collarbone, and ended at my lips. “Then I plan on making you come over and over again. What do you say, love?”

“Oh, my God.”

“That’s not really an answer.” He stripped off his shirt and quirked an eyebrow at me.

I longed to touch his arms, his abs, his chest, but my hands were trapped. Settling against the binds again, I contemplated my choices but they are limited. “Sir?” We’ve discussed serious BDSM and scenes, but now? In his kitchen? “You can’t really—” He slapped his hand against my pussy and the pain pinged deliciously through me. He did it twice more.

“Come again?” Liam laughed at his own play on words. “Actually. No, you won’t be. Not yet.”

I wrapped one of my legs around his waist and glared down the line of my body at him. “Not fair.”

“Hm?” He slid his hand up and down my leg, but something worked behind his mischievous grin. “You’re not really in the position to tell me what I can and can’t do.” Guiding my leg off him, he set it back on the counter. He fastened several of the ties together and effectively pinned my ankles apart and down to the counter. “Same warning. If your toes go tingly, right?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t hear you, love.”

“Yes, Sir.” My mind reeled with the new sensation. I was fully at his mercy. “I don’t know about all this.”

“What do you say if you get overwhelmed?” Liam caressed my cheek.

“Brass monkey.” I bit down on my lip, but he rubbed his thumb across my mouth until I released it. My grandfather was in the Navy and he used to say the phrase, so cold it could freeze the balls off a brass monkey. I never knew what it meant though until the internet explained it.

“Good girl.” Liam grabbed an apron from a hook near the sink, then rolled it until it resembled a blindfold. “Close your eyes.”

Oh, no. He’s serious about sensory deprivation. Deep down, despite my reservations, I wanted all of this. He tied the apron around my head and I exhaled slowly. A sharp pinch bit into my right nipple, followed by the same on my left. I cried out, but wetness trickled down my leg. My body was thrilled at the sensations. Heat pressed against my clit as his tongue kissed me in between my legs. I bucked but my arms and legs held fast. A finger entered my pussy, followed by another while his tongue laved attention on my sensitive nub. I mewed while I struggled against the ties. I wanted to touch his hair, his face, anything!

“Liam,” I whined. The plug in my ass wiggled in response, and it made my toes curl. “Sir! Please?”

“Beg me, Lacey.”

“Fuck,” I whispered. I knew better than to argue with him while blindfolded and tied down, but he was edging toward one of his greatest pleasures, something we’d talked about in great length. Orgasm denial. One of his hands smacked against my mound, once and then again. “I’m not so good at begging.”

“Well, then I’ll just have to help you practice.”

His hands stopped all movement, and the heat from his breath disappeared, which meant he’d pulled away from my naughty bits. Liam suddenly tugged my ponytail so hard I’d groaned. “Sir, please?”

“You can do better than that.” Liam claimed my mouth with his tongue, the scruff of his beard dragged against my cheek while his fingers stayed locked in my hair.

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