Page 79 of Delivered in White

“You’re not scared, are you Capri?” he whispers in my ear. “You like the heat.”

My eyes bulge when another open palm whips against my fresh ass cheek. I’ve never been spanked, but I love it. My pulse is thundering through my throat, my ears, wondering what he’s going to do next.

“You answer me when I’m talking to you.” His grip tightens ever so slightly.

“I like it.” My eyes slowly find his. He’s not letting up – they’re still grey and cold.

Slap!

“You like it,what?” He grits his teeth.

Gasping in anticipation of another hit, I wonder what he means. My brain short-circuits from the mix of fear and pleasure.

His grip tightens enough to feel my pulse intensify. His touch is callous, like he’s been moving bodies all day with his bare hands.

Then I realize what he’s asking.

“I like it,Daddy.”

Without warning, he stands to present a rock-hard cock an inch from my mouth. I’m still getting over the hand around my throat – the heat where his fingers were still burns. But it’s too late to think about that, because the mushroom head fills my mouth like a warm banana of pulsing skin and vein. He shoves it deep to the point I gag, then bends to pinch my exposed nipple.

I yelp from the sudden sting.

“Do you want it to end?” he asks, pulling his rod out of my mouth, strings of saliva still tethering me to it.

Slowly, I shake my head back and forth, then open my mouth to receive it again.

“Too bad. You don’t get what you want,” he growls, walking away from me, stopping at the edge of the stage.

I remain in place, flabbergasted, tears from gagging running my makeup.

“Please, Daddy. I want it,” I say, and I’m not playing a role. I reallydowant it.

Spinning onto my back forces my arms to cross over my head as I’m still shackled to the pole I danced on all night. Iclackboth my heels on the floor for his attention, legs spread.

“Enough teasing me, Trino,” I say, breaking the spell. “I want you inside me tonight.”

His eyes widen, one flex of his cock makes it bounce like it just jumped for joy. Then his dominant demeanor resumes. He flings off his shirt to reveal a pile of block abs, then rips off his slacks to muscly thighs framing his rod.

There’s a stain on my panties from the view, his anger that I broke character,all of it.

It’ll be worth it though… because I just gave him all the permission he needs.

He stomps over in his bare feet, like he just descended from Mount Olympus, and bends down to grab me under my chin looking me dead in the eyes. My heartrate spikes – chest and breath heaving.

What’s he going to do?

He runs his free hand down my neck, past the valley between my breasts, his touch making me suck in my stomach completely, until he puts pressure on my clit, over the panties.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and when I come back, his lips are on mine. I want to break out of these cuffs and wrap my arms around his massive back, but I’m chained, making the forbidden desire that much harder to resist.

He breaks the kiss just as he pushes aside the skimpy cloth and sticks two fingers in.

I gasp.

“Free me. Let me touch you,” I beg.

It’s like I didn’t say anything, but another passionate kiss tells me he’s happy with the permission I gave him.

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