Page 50 of Daddy Next Door

"This is how I'm going to punish you, Lily-Pad." He used a pet name, gently reminding me that even in discipline, I was precious to him. "We're going to explore something new today—the place where pleasure and pain meet. Do you trust me?"

The question wasn't rhetorical. I knew I could say no, and everything would stop. That knowledge gave me the courage to nod.

"Words, please," he insisted.

"Yes, Daddy. I trust you."

His smile was reward enough for my courage. "Good girl. I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before. I'm going to take you right to the edge, and when you can't take anymore, I'm going to push you just a little further."

I trembled, not from fear but from anticipation. The leather of my new outfit creaked slightly as I shifted my weight.

“Remember your safeword, okay?”

“Rose.”

"Right. I expect you to use it if things are too intense. Now, Before we begin with the crop . . . " Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out two small objects connected by a thin chain. "These are nipple clamps. Have you ever worn them before?"

I shook my head. "No, Daddy."

"They'll hurt at first," he explained, his thumb brushing over my right nipple, which stiffened immediately under his touch. "And then they'll start to feel good. And when I take them off – that's when you'll really feel something special."

I watched, fascinated and apprehensive, as he opened the first clamp. It looked like a tiny clothespin with rubber tips. He positioned it over my nipple, now hard and jutting forward through the open ring of the leather bra.

"Deep breath," he instructed, and as I inhaled, he closed the clamp.

A sharp pain radiated outward from my nipple, intense enough to make me gasp. It wasn't like anything I'd felt before—not quite a pinch, not quite a burn, but a concentrated pressure that demanded my attention.

"Beautiful," Ethan murmured, his fingers tracing the thin chain that now connected my clamped nipples. "The pain is already turning to pleasure, isn't it?"

He was right. The initial sharp bite had mellowed into something hotter, deeper—a pulsing sensation that seemed to connect directly to the space between my legs. I became acutely aware of how exposed I was there, the crotchless design of the thong hiding nothing.

"So wet," Ethan confirmed, his fingers sliding through my folds without warning. "Your pussy is practically dripping, little one. You like the pain, don't you?"

I nodded, unable to deny the evidence. My body had responded with unmistakable enthusiasm—I could feel my juices beginning to coat the inside of my thighs.

Ethan withdrew his fingers and brought them to my lips. Without being told, I opened my mouth and sucked them clean, tasting my own arousal. His eyes darkened as he watched.

"Such a good girl," he praised. "Cleaning up your own mess. But we're just getting started making messes, aren't we?"

He tugged lightly on the chain connecting the nipple clamps. The resulting jolt of sensation made me cry out, my knees weakening. The pain was exquisite—right on the knife's edge of too much, but somehow perfect.

"These clamps are just the beginning," Ethan promised, his free hand now trailing the crop down my side. The leather tip whispered against my skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. "They're preparing you for what comes next."

He guided the crop lower, sliding it between my legs from behind. The cool leather tip skimmed along my wetness, gathering evidence of my arousal. When he brought it up to show me the glistening tip, I felt a strange pride mixed with embarrassment.

"Look how ready you are for your punishment," he said. "Your body is so honest, even when you try to hide your feelings."

I couldn't argue. My clamped nipples throbbed in time with my heartbeat, and my pussy clenched on nothing, desperate to be filled. The contrast of the restrictive leather against my skin and the absolute exposure between my legs heightened every sensation.

"Turn around," Ethan commanded. "Let me see how these panties frame your ass."

I did as told, hyperaware of his gaze on my bare bottom. The thong strap disappeared between my cheeks, leaving me feeling vulnerable and displayed.

"Perfect," he murmured, his hand smoothing over the curve of my ass. "Just perfect for what we're about to do." I felt the crop trace the same path his hand had taken, the leather tip cool against my heated skin.

I shivered, anticipation building as the crop moved lower, slipping between my legs again to tease at my exposed center. My thighs trembled with the effort not to close, not to move, to accept whatever Ethan chose to give me.

"Are you ready to move to the next part of your punishment, little one?" His voice was husky with desire, though he remained fully clothed, the obvious bulge in his pants the only outward sign of his arousal.

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