Page 78 of Caged in Desire
He holds my jaw and gives me a stern look. “We can, but it’s serious, baby. If I bind you, you have to tell me if anything feels too tight. And use your special word if you want to stop. Can you promise me that?”
“Yes, Daddy. I promise.”
Less than twenty minutes later, I’m kneeling on a cushion on the floor, wrists and ankles securely fastened to the bedpost behind me. The ropes crossing my skin feel soft and warm, but are a constant tease, keeping me on edge. He’s left me here to rummage around in the closet, and I keep my eyes down when I hear him return.
“Look how prettily you wait for me, Kitten. You deserve a reward.”
I can’t hold back a gasp as he reaches down to slide something into me, a vibrating portion remaining outside and resting against my clit. He gives me a little pat on the thigh as he stands and sits in a wingback chair he’s dragged across the room. He’s only five feet away, but I spend so much time in his lap these days that the distance feels like a mile.
“Look at me,” he says quietly, and I see that he’s fully dressed himself in a suit, looking so handsome I have to bite back a moan. He’s sitting with a small book in his lap and a glass of liquor in his hand, the picture of masculinity. “How do you feel? Is your position good? Does anything hurt?”
“I feel good, Daddy. Nothing hurts,” I reply sweetly, deciding to tease him a bit. “Except my pussy.”
His responding grin is sinister. “I assure you it’s only going to get worse.”
He pulls a remote from his suit pocket and clicks it twice. My abs clench as I try to bend over from the sensation, but my binds to the bedpost keep me upright. I’m forced to hold my position as the vibrator begins buzzing on each end, inside and outside, and I’m thrust toward a screaming orgasm. Just as I prepare to fall over the edge, everything stops.
Henry sips his scotch and eyes me hungrily. I pant but don’t complain. If this is what he likes, I’m going to do itbetterthan all the dumb women who came before me. I’m not a quitter, and I’ll be the best at…whatever this is, if it’s the last thing I do.
After two more rounds, though, I’m questioning my sanity. Sweat beads at my hairline, and my thighs quiver with the pain of being dragged away from my release again. Henry isn’t as unaffected as I’d assumed he’d be, either, bent at the waist and staring at me intently. His suit jacket has been removed, and judging from the buttons open on his shirt, he’s feeling the heat in the room as well. He clicks the remote, and I heave out a sob of pleasure and pain when he stands suddenly, throwing the liquor glass against the far wall of the bedroom where it shatters.
Immediately, I’m released from the bedpost, and he quickly pulls the vibrator from between my legs. I barely start to wheeze out a question of what he’s doing when he pushes me onto my back on the cold hardwood floor. His eyes are manic as he rips his shirt off, buttons flying across the room. His pants are shoved down his thighs, and then he’s inside me, my soaked core welcoming him with as little pain as is possible for me to feel with his size.
I can barely catch my breath as he drives into me, deeply and steadily. His hands are on either side of my face, holding me in place and ensuring I can’t look anywhere but at him.
“I’m sorry, little girl. Daddy couldn’t take it anymore. I need to be in you. I have to feel your skin on mine. You were too far away, Katarina. Ineededto feel you,” he captures my lips with a moan, his thrusts becoming more frantic and uncontrolled. One hand finds my clit and rubs in my favorite pattern immediately, as if he knows he’s on borrowed time before his completion.
“You have to come for me. Youhave to.Now!” His final command is growled into my ear, and the feeling of his warm cum sets me off. I’m dragged under with him, the feeling of my orgasm overwhelming after the earlier denials. Trembling slightly, Henry pulls me to his chest and relaxes back against the bed. He holds me tightly as our breathing slows, only moving when I shiver to reach for a blanket to wrap around us.
I can tell that he has something important to say, so I patiently wait until he meets my gaze.
“I prefer you in my arms,” he says quietly, softly kneading my hips where he holds me. “I prefer the feel of your skin on mine. Your sweat, your goose bumps…the raised scar on the back of your left knee from falling in the woods chasing Sasha, and the little hairs you always miss when you shave around your left ankle.”
My mouth drops open indignantly at that, but before I can defend my skills with a razor, he silences me with a tiny shake of his head.
“It was, of course, very erotic to have you tied to my bedpost. And I’ll do so anytime you wish, if you like it. But I don’t enjoy denying you pleasure, Kitten. I vastly prefer giving it to you. Ideally, with my hands all over you.”
I rest my forehead against his for a moment before replying.
“It was fun. And I came so hard once you actually let me,” I tease. “But I agree. I prefer being in your lap to being on the floor. As long as you're sure you don’t miss the lifestyle. All thebondage and submission aspects of it. I don’t want you to give up anything for me.”
I know he sees the vulnerability in my eyes as I admit my insecurity. In return, all I can see is the love in his.
“Katarina, I haven’t given up anything for you. What we share is more profound than having you kneel at my feet or bound before me. It might be something we play with, but it’s not as important to me as feeling you and pleasuring you. I just need you. That’s all.”
We’re quiet for a moment as I snuggle into the crook of his neck and melt into his embrace.
“Also, for the record. Our free use arrangement is an incredible act of trust from you. That’s the most exquisite submission I’ve ever experienced, and I’ll never take that for granted. So instead of thinking that you’ve pulled me from the lifestyle, I would actually argue that you’ve elevated me to a higher plane of pleasure. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before, baby.”
When he puts it like that, it does seem like I’m the BDSM queen over all his past partners. Petty of me, but a win’s a win. I’ll take it.
“Does the higher plane of pleasure we’re on include midnight snacks?” I ask, nibbling at his neck and enjoying his rumbling laugh. He stands effortlessly, still holding me, and finally pulls his cock free before setting me on the bed, wrapped in the blanket.
“I think you’ve earned a snack. I’ll bring sweets, but you have to eat some fruit first,” he says, giving me a stern look as he pulls on clothes to go forage for food.
Eyeing the snack I actually want, barely hidden by the gray sweats he’s wearing, I wink.
“Yes, Daddy.”
