Page 96 of Don't Call Me Daddy
He shakes his head as he drinks me in, the head of his cock sticking out above his waistline. I can’t wait to feel him inside of me, stretching me beyond any toy or anyone I’ve ever had.
“I’m going to play with you now, try out a few things to see what you like best. I want you to tell me if it gets to be too much, and I’ll stop. You’re the one in control here, but I think we both know you deserve to be punished for your behavior …” His voice trails off as he plucks a skinny stick with a flat leather tip from the wall.
I suck in a breath as he runs it over my skin, needy desire burning like a fire in my belly.
“This is called a crop or a riding crop.” He pops it against my leg, leaving the slightest sting behind, goose bumps erupting all over my skin.
“You like that, don’t you?” He pops me again, this time a little higher on my thigh, and I let out a little whimper. “I fucking knew you’d like to be spanked. You’re such a naughty girl, always playing tricks, begging for attention. You wanted me to spank you, didn’t you, baby girl?”
Another slap, slightly harder, and I buck, straining against the cuffs.
“How does it feel to be tied up, knowing I can do anything I want to you right now?” He moves to the ground, kneeling in front of me as he slides a hand over my mound and in between my legs. “So wet already.”
He licks my arousal from his finger, and as if he can’t help himself, he slides his tongue over my clit for a breath of a moment before pulling away.
“Now, that was for me.” He looks up at me from his knees, eyes dark with desire and lust as he traces the tip of the crop over my clit. Then, a sharp slap leaves a burning sting in its wake. My head falls forward as the rush of pain and pleasure floodsmy system, and it’s almost too much to take—almost—but it’s somehow perfect at the same time.
He leans in and kisses my clit, sliding his soft tongue over me in a gentle caress, and I nearly buck off the wall from the contrast in sensation.
“Look at you, such a needy brat. You like being my whore, don’t you?”
“Yes.” My response comes out in a breathless moan as I nod my head. No one’s ever spoken to me that way, and, holy shit … I really like it.
Leo’s green eyes grow darker, the corners of his eyes squinting in an almost smile as he continues teasing me with the crop. “Your needy cunt is already getting wet for me, isn’t it? I bet if I touched you right now, you’d make a mess all over my fingers, wouldn’t you, baby girl?”
He pops the whip again, and when I buck my hips forward, his hot tongue licks the sting away, giving me a little more pressure than before.
My legs shake, and I ache to press myself into him, to give me the pressure and friction I so desperately crave, but I can’t move. I can’t lift my legs to wrap them around his head or use my hands to pull him in closer, and the longing builds to something that’s almost painful.
Sensing my discomfort, he inserts two fingers inside me as he licks my pussy, bringing me back to that place on the edge of pleasure and release. Time seems to stand still and speed up, all at once, as he brings me into a sexual trance-like state, where nothing else matters and we are the only two people to exist.
“Fuck, you’re practically dripping, and you taste so goddamn sweet. I’m going to fill this tight little cunt with my cock, but I want to make sure you’re ready for me.” He curls his fingers inside of me, and my legs grow so weak that the only thing keeping me upright are the cuffs around my wrists.
“I could keep you tied up like this all night, torturing you while you squirm, but I’m too fucking hard to wait.” He removes his fingers, planting a gentle kiss on my clit, and then he’s unbuckling the restraints.
There’s a sweet relief that comes when I pull my arms back down and the blood rushes back to my limbs. I massage my wrists, feeling an odd sense of freedom, but like something is missing.
He scoops me up, carrying me over to the bed, and sets me down in front of it.
Just when I think the freaky torture is over, he fastens another cuff to each of my ankles, securing my feet open with a bar stretching in between.
“What’s this for?—”
No sooner does the question leave my lips than he has me bent over the bed, ass up and legs spread. “Bend over.”
I feel the sharp, stinging slap of his palm against my ass cheek and then hear the clinking sound of his belt as he pulls down his pants. I brace myself for whatever he decides to do to me next.
“This cute, perky ass drives me so fucking crazy.” He rubs a soft caress over my skin, soothing the remnants of the sting. “You see what being a good slut does to me?” He presses his hard cock against my ass, rubbing himself between my cheeks.
“I want to fuck your ass so badly, but we’ll save that for another night. Tonight, I’m going to fuck this tight little cunt until you can’t take it anymore and the only word left on your lips is my name.”
He wraps a hand around me, rubbing my clit as he teases my entrance with his cock, and grips the back of my neck with his other hand as he pushes my face into the mattress.
Electricity shoots through every cell in my body, and I want him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I need him to fill me, to end this agonizing torture of emptiness.
“Leo. Please. Please …” I beg, feeling every sensation magnified.
The cool fabric of the sheets feels incredible against my heated skin as he presses me harder, his possessive grip holding my neck.
