Page 23 of Her Bossy Daddy

I was so close to a release that I sobbed. “Please make me come, Sir? I’ll be so good from here on. I promise.”

“Oh, sweetheart. Such beautiful tears for me?” Liam kissed my forehead then licked the salt from each of my cheeks. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard.”

Liam was the only man I’d ever been with who had the ability to be gentle while promising to be rough. He released my hair, and then ran both hands down my body until he returned to my pussy. Liam slipped two fingers inside me, and pumped in and out. He kissed my clit as hungrily as he had kissed my mouth, and I moaned with pleasure.

“Please, Sir, please,” I begged without shame.

“Come on, love.”

He fingered me faster while slapping his other hand against my mound. His tongue delved in and around my nether lips as he worked his pattern. He deserved an award. Endorphins flooded over and through me like a wild twisting river.

“I’m so close.” I tugged at my wrists and ankles, desperate for a wonderful release.

“Come for me, Lacey. Right now.”

Every muscle in my body seemed to clench as I hit my climax, and I rode the wave of pleasure until my body laid listless against the countertop, melted into a pool of pure bliss. “Oh, my God, Sir.”

“No, still just me,” Liam chuckled. “Let’s go upstairs, love. I’m not done with you yet.”

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Liam had undone myrestraints and carried me upstairs. We laid in his bed, staring at one another until the gentle afterglow faded, and all my senses returned. I wondered what else he had in mind. “Do I get to touch you now, Sir?”

“Yeah.” He situated himself onto his back and then smirked.

I can touch him anywhere. Anywhere. I straddled his hips and scratched my nails down the long line of his chest, over his stomach, and skated them just above his cock. I touched the edge of his manhood, strained against the confines of his pants, and he groaned. I refrained from stroking it, but just barely.

“You’re killing me, love.”

“What do you want me to do?” A nervous giggle bubbled out between my lips.

“Whatever you want.”

“Oh, really? So, you’d let me tie you up and have my way with you?”

“Give it a go.”

Oh, my God.That fucking phrase again. It was a challenge gloriously mingled with the promise of repercussions. I bit down on my lip, tempted, but not enough to try it. “I can’t actually do that.”

“Why not?”

“You’re telling me I can do whatever I want to you?”

“That’s what I said.”

I’d been sorely tempted to find that damn thermometer of his, but we were in a different sort of mood. Besides, he’d use it on me again. Damn. Could I restrain him? “Do you want a safe word?”

“I don’t need one.”

Fuck. He was maddening. I slid off the bed and brazenly strode over to his closet. I opened the door and then flipped on the light. He wore ties for work, so he must have some hanging up. I rummaged around then something brushed my cheek. I yelped before realizing Liam had the ties dangling from hangers. I plucked several from their places, and then returned to the bed. “What if I do something you don’t like?” I traced the silkiest tie over the smooth expanse of his chest.

“Then I’ll tell you I don’t like it.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Right?”

“I don’t get that luxury.”

“I don’t answer to you, love.” Liam kissed my cheek. “It’s the other way ‘round.”

His eyes were almost emerald in the dim light. I kissed him hard, biting down on his lip. He growled against my ear and then he nipped it just as hard. Looping the tie around his left wrist, I tugged it to the side and attached it to the nearest bedpost. He eyed it, testing it once, but said nothing. I repeated the same motion with his right wrist and the other bedpost. The binds weren’t tight. I glanced down at him, questioning without a word, if this was all okay, and he nodded. Running my hands down his body, I admired how strong his muscles were, and then I removed his black lounge pants. I took a few deep breaths, working up the nerve to slide the last article of clothing off his body. His cock had been hard since I teased earlier, and my mouth watered with want. I licked my lips, then dipped my head down to capture his manhood in between them. I sucked him off slowly, then increased the speed. I rubbed his shaft while I did it, and played with the extra skin at the head. He wasn’t circumcised, I’d never thought to ask, but it gave me more to play with.

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