Page 74 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
Harper’s words echo through me.
What? You’re going to break me, Daddy?
Yes. Yes, I am. I will if you don’t tell me to stop.
And she’s not. My restraint is slipping through my fingertips.
Her knees squeeze my waist as we rock together. Fuck. I need to regain my control. I’m practically growling at her.
“You’re already broken, little girl. I’m just going to be the one honest enough to enjoy it.”
I haul her back over to my bed and toss her down, grabbing my silk restraints and looping them through the anchors in the middle of my headboard.
She doesn’t put up an ounce of fight when I wrap them around her wrists.
“Give them a good tug, princess.”
Harper obeys, moving herself around. Excitement lights up her eyes, and she bites her lip when I pull her knees back, binding her legs in a spread-eagle pose, strung up to the corners of my bed.
Those panties of hers are exposed, thin and barely covering her core. I can smell her arousal. Soft and sweet and heady. I rub my thumb over that damp spot right at her center.
“Mmm.” She wiggles, testing her inability to squirm away from my touch.
“Don’t worry, princess. You’re not going anywhere.” I give her pussy a sharp slap, and her surprised cry turns my insides molten. My cock hardens against my pants, but we’re only getting started.
I have plenty left to do to her.
Tipping my head to the side, I examine her. “Hmm. Looks like if I want to see you in all of your glory, I’m going to have to do something about those clothes…”
Reaching into my bedside table, I pull free a tactical knife and drag the blunt edge along her calf and down the inside of her thigh.
Harper rewards me with soft gasps and moans.
I slide the blade under her panties’ edge and a quick flick of my wrist, the elastic band snaps free.
Dragging the tip across her mound, I cut the other half of the band and the fabric falls away, baring her pussy to me. She’s wet. Glistening. I want to drop my mouth over her and lick her until she comes. Then do it again…
Not yet.
Grabbing the edge of her shirt collar—my shirt collar—I slice down the center, creating enough of a gap to see the swell of her bare breasts.
Pausing to take in the sight, I tip my head, cataloguing every little change in her. Most importantly, I meet Harper’s gaze. She may be breathing heavy, aroused, but I have to be sure she’s not scared of me. Not in any real way.
No signs of wanting me to stop.
I drag the tip of the knife across her breast bone before I make another long slice down the center of her shirt. It’s holding on by a couple of threads. But Harper is exposed to me fully. Those full breasts perky. Her nipples hard. Her breath rolling through her lungs in heavy waves.
I scrape the dull back of my blade across a nipple, and she yelps softly.
Her legs shake from the desire to move.
It’s hard to suppress my smirk.
I make careful moves to cut off the fabric completely and drag the handle of my knife through her folds, coating it with her slickness.
Her moans are light when I thrust the handle into her core, fucking her with it slowly until her muscles contract with the want to move. As she draws closer to an orgasm.
I bend down to suck her clit into my mouth, building her higher until she’s on the brink. And right as she tips over that edge, I pull the knife back and slap her pussy hard.
