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“Mmmm, yes Daddy.”
“Does my little bunny like that?”
“Yes. Sir.” She moans, lifting her hips up, begging me with her body to pleasure her again.
Her legs close around my shoulders when I flatten my tongue and lick one big swipe from her asshole to her clit, then wrap my lips around that little nub and suck.
“Oh fuck.” She cries out, and I can feel the struggle in her, the wanting and needing to bring her hands down and grab my head.
“Don’t do it.” I warn her, flicking my tongue on her clit, making circles around it.
“Please.”
“No.”
I attack her smooth little cunt, licking and sucking, then driving my tongue up inside of her. Her flavor is like the sweetest candy on my tastebuds as I drink down everything that she gives to me. Tongue fucking her drives her wild, and her thighs quake against me as she holds on for dear life with them, unable to touch me any other way.
My cock is raging hard, painfully squished between my body and the bed, pleading with me to let him slide in her. The pulsing and twitching of my own need is becoming too much to restrain and as she cums again on my mouth, her pussy spasming and quivering, I growl out my desire for her.
“You ready for my cock now, kitten? Because I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll beg for me to stop, but baby, I won’t. Not until I’ve had my fill of that sweet little cunt of yours.”
“Yes, Sir.” She pants out, bringing her hand down and laying it on my shoulder, making me pause and look up at her, tsking at her with a clicking of my tongue and a shake of my head.
“Naughty girl.”
Chapter Thirty
“There. You’re so fucking pretty all tied up and helpless now.” I purr in her ear as I pull on the leather straps around her wrists that run through the headboard to the anchored hooks on the wall behind it. “One more thing though. Don’t go anywhere.” I add with a little chuckle and a quick swat of my open palm to her breasts.
I jog down the steps, trying not to trip over any of the tools left behind for the night by the renovation team, then go through the kitchen and to the door to the playroom in the furnished basement. I’ve yet to bring her down there, and if this goes well, we’ll be spending a lot of time in there from now on.
Switching on the lights, I look around at one of the only two rooms that didn’t get destroyed; my sex playroom and my gym. The red walls are untouched and still house all the racks of whips and implements, and the black carpet still looks freshly vacuumed from the last time I was down in the space.
The bed in the back of the room is nicely made with red and black satin sheets, and the cabinets in bright white almost glow against the darker colors.
Digging through a chest of drawers next to the bed but behind the rack table, I search for the one thing that I know will trigger a primal response from her.
I want the fear in her. I need her to panic so that I can bring her through the terror and show her that she’s safe with me always, even when she’s scared.
“Ah ha, there you are.” I say, grabbing the item and balling it up in my fist, so she won’t see it until I’m ready for her to, before hastily going back upstairs to the bedroom.
Having to dodge and weave through construction materials and sheets of plastic as I go through the house is annoying, and I almost go down over a stubbed toe on a toolbox in the kitchen. But when everything is done, it’ll all be worth it. Just not tripping on anything and breaking my neck in my rush to get back to her would be nice.
She’s exactly where I left her when I come back, but of course she is, the bolts in the wall could restrain an elephant, and the straps could tow a bus. It’s a beautiful sight, her eyes turned towards me in the door way, her body elongated on my bed, her hair all messed up and fanned out across the pillows. I could stand against the wall and stare at her all night, except that my cock has other plans, and if I don’t listen to him, I might go crazy.
Without any further hesitation, I walk to her, my strides swift, carrying me to her side in a few steps, and I open my hand. Her emerald gems grow huge watching me unroll the white ski mask, and when I slip it on my head, covering my face, she struggles against her binds.
“No, no, no. Take it off.” She pleas with me, her voice cracking in her fear.
“Shhh, easy little bunny. I say, but it does nothing to calm her down.
You know what she needs.
With a practiced speed, I untie her wrists and free her hands, grabbing her and pulling her up till she’s sitting gloriously naked on the edge of the bed facing me, looking up at me with panic.
Striking out my arm quickly, I grab her by the throat and squeeze the sides of it just hard enough to keep her motionless, but not enough to make her woozy.
“You’re safe with Daddy.” I say to her, glaring down at her through the eye holes in the mask. “He’s gone, dead, never able to touch you again. Do you understand baby?”
