Page 32 of Defended
Chapter 11
It turned out that answering Daddy Kawan's questions wasn't as embarrassing as she'd feared... and being questioned was way more arousing than she'd thought it would be. Melody was pretty sure the white thong she was wearing was completely soaked. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if there was a sizablewet spot beneath her on the paper covering the examination table.
Still. Her arousal was tempered with wariness. The first – and only – boyfriend she’d allowed to attempt butt stuff hadnotknown what he was doing. Unfortunately, neither had she and it had been a painfully unpleasant experience. Her buttocks clenched tightly at the thought of letting another man back there.
But for some reason, she loved reading about Daddies plugging their baby girls, fingering them, and even fucking them in their bottoms. Especially if the bottom in question had just been punished. It was a fetish she didn’t quite understand, but she figured it couldn’t always be a bad experience or so many people wouldn’t be into it.
There had been quite a few things on the list that she’d never tried before but was interested in. Daddy Kawan asked her about each and every one of them, leaving her a hot squirming mess as her imagination went into overdrive… and he hadn’t even touched her yet. When he finally set down the clipboard, she sucked in an excited breath of air, and it wasn’t just her bottom cheeks that clenched in anticipation.
“Okay, sweetheart,” he said, turning back to her with a warm smile that she felt all the way through her. “Time to start your examination.”
Before Melody could ask what to do, he had moved in front of her. Sitting raised up on the table as she was, he was only an inch or so taller than her now—and somehow the man still managed to make her feel like he was looming over her. Not in a bad way though. Just a reminder that he was bigger and stronger. It made her feel like he could protect her, take care of her… just the way a Daddy should.
Daddy Kawan’s eyes sparkled as he ran his finger across her collarbone and then down to her cleavage. Behind the stiff fabric of the corset, Melody’s nipples itched, aching for some attention as if his mere touch had brought them to life. She gripped the edge of the table harder, her fingers digging into the padding as she pressed her thighs together.
His finger reached the top of her corset and traced just above it, making her skin prickle. The little hairs on the back of her neck were already standing up and she felt like she could barely breathe as he ran his finger over the curves of her breasts and back. The entire time, his gaze never left hers, and the way he held her eye contact made everything feel even more intimate than she'd thought possible.
"Let's take this off so I can start my examination," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to see you, baby girl."
"Okay." She nodded her head and then saw the expression on his face. "I mean, okay, Daddy."
"Good girl."
Warmth swept through her. While part of her liked being a naughty girl, she couldn't deny the effect the accolade had on her.
"Hands down," he told her, when she started to lift her hands to help him. Melody's breath stuttered as he leaned forward, their upper bodies nearly touching, so he could reach behind her and loosen her corset. Now she had to fight against lifting her hands again; not to help him, but because she wanted to touch him and he wassoooooclose.
But she wasn't ready to be naughty when they'd just started. She wanted to see what he was going to do.
The corset loosened as he pulled at the ties, allowing her to take a much deeper breath than before. She sighed at the sensation, slumping slightly now that she wasn't being forced into such rigid posture. Daddy Kawan's hands slid around to her front again, flexing the corset to open the clasps.
Her breasts spilled out, her skin tingling. That was when she remembered all the red marks her last corset had left on her, and she looked down to see that it had happened again. They weren't as deep or as dark as last week, since she hadn't been wearing the corset for as long, but she immediately had the urge to cover herself.
Daddy Kawan caught her hands.
"Uh uh, little girl," he said, giving her a stern look. "I can see you're going to have some trouble staying still, aren't you?"
"I... sorry, Daddy," she said, feeling a little miserable, because she hadn't meant to disobey him but at the same time she was feeling incredibly vulnerable with all the rolls and swells of her body fully on display, along with the ugly marks from trying to keep them contained. The sitting position didn't help at all.
"It's okay, baby girl. I'm not going to punish you this time, but I am going to help."
Still holding her wrists in one hand, Daddy Kawan used them to swivel her around so that she was no longer sitting sideways on the table, and then the fingers from his free hand pressed on a spot right between her breasts, pushing her down onto her back. She squeaked as her shoulders hit the examination table and Daddy Kawan moved around to the side so that her arms were stretched above her head.
"Remember, baby girl, yellow to slow down and red to stop."
The reminder settled her. There was no way she was going to call for the scene to stop just over having her corset taken off. She'd known that was coming. Feeling insecure about her body now that the moment was actually here was not a reason to safe word. Besides, all stretched out like this she didn't feel as self-conscious of her stomach. She couldn't do anything about the red marks on her skin—but she didn't have to.
She was in the position Daddy Kawan wanted her in. That he was putting her in.
It made everything so much easier, and as he secured cuffs around her wrists to keep them above her head, Melody felt her entire body relax.
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Apparently Melody wasone of those submissives who found bondage freeing. Kawan noticed the moment her muscles all went lax, softening under his hands. With her wrists secured and her body laid out for him to play with, he could only grin at how utterly delightful she was.
She might not have any BDSM experience, but she'd been drawn to it for a reason.
"What a pretty little girl," he murmured, loud enough for her to hear, as he ran his hands down her arms until he reached her breasts, cupping the soft mounds and squeezing gently. Melody moaned, squirming and arching her back in response to his touch. Kawan ran his thumbs over her nipples, teasing the sensitive buds into hard little nubs for him to play with.
