Page 67 of Honey, Honey
“Only good girls get surprises, and you do want your surprise don’t you?” he asked. “Don’t make me take it away.”
I went onto my back when he threatened that. I did want my surprise, and I did absolutely want to be Law’s good girl. Even if I liked pretending that I didn’t. “Fine,” I muttered with a toss of my head. Law came around the bed then, hands deftly pulling out padded leather cuffs I hadn’t known were there. The cuffs were attached to soft leather straps at each corner of the bed and he secured my wrist, buckling them into the cuffs, testing the tension, tightness and pull of the cuffs at each corner as he went.
“Are you comfortable?”
I gave the cuffs a pull and nodded, settling into the bed. “Yes.”
Law left the bed then and went to a chest a few feet away. It was against the wall leading into the bathroom and when he bent over it, opening it, I raised my eyes to the ceiling. My heart was pounding from the anticipation of what was to come. Adrenaline flooded my system so forcefully it was nearly painful, and I worked to keep my breath even and steady. By the time Law returned to the bed, I was squirming, eyes trained on the ceiling and doing my best to be patient.
“Hurry up,” I begged. “Hurry up.”
I was failing at patience.
Law tutted but made no move to speed up his movements. Something that brought me no end of frustration and I communicated this to him with a kick of my restrained foot. I opened my mouth to throw sass but a well timed smack of the leather flogger against the bottom of my foot had me gasping, the sass forgotten.
“Watch your tone. And where are your manners? What did I say about good girls?” He asked, punctuating his question with another smack of the flogger.
My toes curled at the contact. “Hurry up,” I said, unable to resist another chance to poke at him. Indulging my bratty side, finding his boundaries and learning where those edges fit with my own was all indulgence. It was, well it was fucking fun. “Please,” I added hastily when I saw the flogger in his hand rise again but it was too late, and this time he brought it down on the side of my foot. The sting of it had me blurting out another quick, “Please, please, hurry up, Daddy.”
“You’re a little too late with the manners, princess. Now you have to pay.”
“But I-”
“Now,” he swung the flogger, the bite of it hitting above my ankle, “You,” again another strike, this one on my calf, “Pay,” he said, each word punctuated by another flick of leather against my skin.
I sucked in a breath, lungs seizing at the contact of leather to flushed skin. “Daddy!” His hand sliced forward, this time the flogger hit right above my pussy, the edges of it flirting with my inner thigh and I moaned. “Daddy.”
“You look like you’re going to be a good girl for me now. Is that right, princess?” He struck again, my sides this time, and I knew I would have welts there. He was bringing the flogger down with more force now. I knew why. No one would see these marks, not with a shirt covering them. These were just for us.
“Yes,” I moaned, when the leather tickled the underside of my breast. “Yes!” I cried, leather kissing my nipple, first on one breast and then the other.
“That’s my sweet girl.” He dragged the flogger slowly between my breasts, the soft leather tip of it trailing over my skin before it gently rounded the side of my breast. “You are my sweet girl, aren’t you?” He asked, pausing, the flogger pressed to my skin but not moving.
I took in a shaky breath, my chest rising and falling quickly. “Yes, Daddy. I’m your good girl.” Law hummed and quick as lighting the flogger moved again, the stinging strike of it coloring my sensitive skin pink. I gasped, back arching and hands pulling at the cuffs.
“Next time I’m going to blindfold you,” he said, conversationally, as if he weren’t taking me in hand with the flogger. As if I wasn’t bound to the bed and shaking with desire and need for his cock, the welts on my skin already flashing an angry red and making my flesh feel both overstimulated and starved at the same time. I wanted his hands on me. I needed his touch. His weight bearing down and grounding me in this moment. If I didn’t get that I would fly apart and into a thousand breakable pieces.
“I need you, I need-”
Law cut me off, the leather of the flogger moving to press against my jaw. He angled my head back to look up at him and I almost came from the sight of him. He was shirtless, just like in my daydream. A slight sheen of sweat glistened on his muscles, the flogger in his hand looking as lethal as any sword. The flowing lines of his tattoos made him beautiful like a fallen angel.
“What did I say about manners?” He asked, forcing my head back further with a flick of his wrist. His flogger dug into my flesh. “Use your words, princess.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered and tugged on the cuffs. “I’m sorry but, I need you.”
“Then ask for me.”
I swallowed hard, my throat moving against the hard leather still pressed against me. “I need you, Daddy, please,” I began. “I want you inside of me. I need your big daddy cock filling me up. Please fuck me.” My words were needy, my voice shaking and breathy and I pulled at my restraints as I spoke, my limbs unable to stay still with Law’s gaze on me. The man’s eyes were too much, those blues the color of a roiling sea storm about to break land. I hoped Law broke me. I needed him to.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I husked out.“Please.”
Law stepped closer, the flogger sliding out from under my chin as he did. He dropped it beside the bed, the clatter of it hitting the hardwood deafening and he touched my chest, a light touch that soothed my sensitive skin.
“Since you asked so nicely, princess, Daddy will give you what you want.” He pressed his palm flat to my chest, fingers possessively splayed out against my skin. He leaned down and kissed me, his mouth hard against mine and he was gone before I could return it. I mewled in annoyance, but he tsk’d and tweaked my nipple in response. “Patience,” he said, undoing his pants and letting them slide down his thighs. My mouth went dry when I saw he hadn’t bothered with his briefs. I liked him bare and ready, his fat cock heavy against his thigh, the head of it dripping with pre-cum I wanted to taste.
I licked my lips, eyes on his cock and Law made a sound that was a mix of amusement and arousal. “You’re a greedy little slut.”
I nodded. “Only for you.”
