Page 107 of Don't Call Me Daddy
I suck in a hiss as I look around in confusion.
Leo must sense my body tensing, as he breaks our kiss and pulls away. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you or?—”
“Why are we in the bed?” The question falls out of my mouth before I can filter it.
Leo lifts a brow before following my gaze and looking over his shoulder at the various equipment.
“I thought you’d want to tie me up or do something … kinky,” I add, just in case he doesn’t quite understand. Honestly, I thought we’d be on the same page about this after everything tonight.
A wolfish grin spreads over his lips as he stares down at me, raking his gaze ever so slowly over my exposed breasts as he holds himself up so he doesn’t crush me. “Is that what you want, baby girl? You want me to edge you tonight? You want me topunishyou? Toplaywith you?”
I swallow a gulp, suddenly feeling nervous, thinking of all the choices, but rather than waiting for my response, he reachesover to the side table and clicks a remote. R&B music starts playing softly in the background, and then he lights several candles, dimming the red lights a little more.
He moves back over me, grabbing my wrists and lifting my arms above my head. “Do you trust me?”
He holds both wrists with one hand as he gently traces a thumb underneath the swell of my breast, and my back arches off the bed, desperate for more.
I part my thighs and wet my lips as I look into his dark eyes, hungry with lust and desire as he watches me like a predator stalking his prey.
“Yes, I trust you,” I whisper.
His mouth twitches in amusement as he reaches over me to grab something behind the headboard. “Fuck, that’s what I hoped you’d say. I’ve been dying to have you like this.”
A moment later, both my wrists are tied with a small Velcro cuff. He hooks a finger in the hem of my panties and slowly drags them down my legs as he unwraps me like a goddamn present.
“Fuck, baby, you’re already soaked for me, and I haven’t even touched you. Just look at this pretty pussy.”
He brushes his fingers over my sensitive skin with the slightest touch, and my legs spread open further on impulse.
Taking advantage of my new position, he moves down to secure my ankles. I’m spread out like a starfish, completely bare, helpless, and at his mercy … and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I close my eyes, savoring this moment. The anticipation of what he’ll do to me, knowing how amazing he’ll make me feel, has my heart racing like a snare drum.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen—do you know that, baby girl?” He slides a hand up my leg, his fingers dipping into the apex of my thighs as he gently brushes a finger over my aching clit. I let out a mewl of protest when he removes his hand,bringing a finger to his mouth to taste my arousal. “And you taste so fucking sweet.”
“Yeah?” I part my legs a little further, as much as I can with the restraints holding them down. “Then, why don’t you show me? If you love it so much, why isn’t your face between my thighs right now?”
I have no idea where that boldness came from, and judging by the look on Leo’s face, I’d say he’s just as shocked.
He clicks his tongue, and then he reaches over and grabs the lit candle from the side table and holds it over me as he straddles his legs over my waist, careful not to put his weight on me. “This is a massage candle. It burns at a lower temperature, making it safe to be used on the skin, but it can still be intense. I’m going to drip this wax on you, but if the pain gets to be too much, all you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will. Do you understand?”
“Mmhmm,” I moan as I wiggle beneath him, my body buzzing with anticipation and need.
“Words, Ivy. I need your words right now,” he growls, his deep voice commanding as he pinches my nipple.
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, my hips bucking up from the jolt of pleasure, mixed with pain, that shoots to my pussy.
“That’s my good little slut.” He drips some wax on his wrist to test it before shifting to the side. “This one is a little cooler and melts to an oil. We’ll see how well you tolerate it before we go for the real wax.”
He pours a small drop over my thigh, watching my face for any sign of discomfort.
The wax is so warm, and my senses are immediately heightened as the smell of something citrusy and earthy fills the air. I squirm as my eyes close, and I brace myself for the next drip.
Leo’s palm rubs the warm oil into my thigh, massaging me with a practiced touch, and I let out a whimper when I feel thewarm oil drip over my other thigh. Holy shit, this man knows exactly how to touch me. I’ve never had a proper massage before, but I’m afraid my expectations are now through the roof. He’s ruined me, and I can’t make myself care, not when he’s so fucking good at it.
“Do you want more? How’s your pain level right now?” he asks as he brushes a caress over my aching pussy, his fingers applying the slightest pressure as he rolls his thumb over my clit.
“Yes. More. Please, Daddy. I need more,” I plead, feeling like I’m going to combust if he doesn’t touch me.
